8 comments/ 8043 views/ 5 favorites The Dungeon with an Ocean View By: LunarSirius This story contains some BDSM and group sex as seen by a voyeur. ****** Mark closed his eyes and let the cool ocean breeze cleanse his soul. He could hear the waves break at the base of the bluff below and rush of cars on the road behind. He could feel the warmth of the coffee cup in his hands and the coolness of the bench on his back. Soon the sun would begin to warm him, but for now he embraced the morning chill. He opened his eyes to see dolphins breaching out past the surfers waiting for their next ride. Runners in trendy colors passed on the side walk. Some pushed strollers and others talked on the phone. "Mark? Is that you?" asked an immaculately coiffed woman in the most effortlessly trendy exercise outfit. "Hey Shelley, what's up?" Mark couldn't remember the name of Shelley's boyfriend, who stood beside her. His coif was every bit her equal. "Does Victoria know you're down here?" "I don't know." Mark was honest without being helpful. It had been three weeks since he'd seen Victoria. "You should give her a call, she's been looking all over for you." Mark sipped his coffee, looked Shelley in the eye and said, "That's a good idea." Shelley didn't understand what Victoria saw in Mark. He was about 5'10" to her 6'2". He always needed a haircut. He dressed like a bum in t-shirts and blue jeans. He was only marginally attractive, and he acted like he was too busy to bother with the important things in life, like a car, a house and a job. On top of that, he was a smart ass. "Well, gotta run," she said. She ran down to the bend in the sidewalk and began to text on her phone. "Oh fuck, here it comes." Mark thought to himself. He took in as much of the surrounding beauty as he could. He listened for the sounds of the gulls and watched the pelicans rise and fall over the waves as the sun began to warm his back. Despite his attempt to relax, he could feel the adrenalin surge through his body. His hands began to tremble, and he knew that he would stumble over anything he tried to say. He heard Victoria's overpowered car come to an abrupt halt behind him. He kept his eyes on the breakers while he heard the car door slam and Victoria's spiked heels strike the concrete. She came to a halt directly in front of him. She was impeccably dressed in a business suit that encumbered her legs at the knees. Her hair, makeup and nails were perfect. Her tits would have been huge on a normal-sized woman, but for her they were proportionate. She must have been 6'5" in her heels and stood close to get the full effect of her height. Mark looked up to gauge her temper. He knew that he would eventually have to speak with her, and now was as good a time as any. **** They had met a few months ago at an art gallery. On display were large paintings intended to cover oversized walls without being distracting. The patrons made selections based on color coordination and interior design with little regard for the quality of the art itself. Mark had found an interesting piece that mixed browns and greens to evoke a forest without any of the lines or shapes of trees. He was standing back, squinting to see what it might look like from far away. Victoria approached from behind and asked, "Do you like it?" Mark turned to find a striking Amazonian beauty. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and a commanding way of carrying herself that oozed self confidence. "Yes. I like it a lot. Is it yours?" "I bought it, if that's what you mean." "That's not what I meant, but it answers the question. You made a good choice." "Thank you." She crossed her arms and admired her purchase. Mark absorbed the painting then said, "There's painting back there that would go perfectly with this one." He pointed deeper into the gallery. "Show me," she said. He led her away from the cash bar and hors d'oeuvres, past the greater artists into the realm of the lesser artists. He stopped in front of a small stall displaying a single large golden yellow painting with greenish stripes. "Your painting is of a forest. This is a sun-baked desert with tall cactus and scrubby bushes. They belong together, like yin and yang." She liked the painting, it matched her sofa, and supporting an emerging artist appealed to her. After a short negotiation it was hers. Just as Mark was about to speak, Victoria's date intercepted her. "There you are," he said as he kissed her on the cheek. He was Victoria's height and looked like a male model. He spoke of something uninteresting. "I've got to run," Mark said. "I have an appointment in fifteen minutes." Victoria laughed. "You have an appointment at midnight?" She couldn't help but be charmed by this short man. "I have a date with the moon." Mark pointed up to the sky and tried to act edgy as he left. Victoria spotted Mark as she exited the gallery. He was sitting on the grass at the bluff across the street. A half moon was low in the sky. She wondered why he hadn't hit on her. Maybe she was losing her touch, or maybe he hadn't worked up his nerve. She decided to give him another chance. "I don't think I've ever watched a moonset before," she said as she approached him from behind. Mark stood, then he took off his jacket and laid it on the grass. "Please, have a seat." This beautiful, wealthy woman was obviously out of his league, but he was more than happy to enjoy her company, if only for a little while. She thanked him and sat down. They watched in silence while the moon dropped below the horizon. "It's not as spectacular as a sunset," she said. "That's like comparing a single pale lily to a field of sunflowers." After a few moments she asked, "What now?" "I'd offer you a ride, but I'm on foot." "Can you walk to your car?" "I would need to have a car." Victoria laughed. "You are an unusual creature to find at an art gallery in La Jolla." "I was there for the free food." "Didn't you get a commission for selling me that painting?" "No, that was just as it appeared. There were only two worthwhile pieces in there and you bought both of them. You have a good eye." Victoria was flattered. She had become jaded to comments about her beauty and was surprised by how happy his simple compliment made her feel. She asked if he was an art critic. He said that he was a writer. He was working on a novel, but mostly he was trying to figure out how to make a living writing blogs, phone novels and short stories that he posted online. Victoria had grown accustomed to having money, and Mark had the look of a flake that always had an excuse for being broke. As she stood, she said, "I suppose I should go." "Don't let me chase you away. There's going to be another moonset in about 25 hours." Mark struggled to think of a date he could afford to take her on. "What are you doing for lunch tomorrow?" "I'm busy tomorrow." She paused and waited for him to ask the next obvious question, but instead he picked up his jacket and put it on. She gave up on waiting, "Do you want my phone number?" Mark laughed. "My phone is with my car." "You really are an odd creature. How does anyone get hold of you?" "Mostly people don't, but you can find me at the library between 9 and 5." Victoria concluded that Mark was going to be more trouble than he was worth. "Well, I know where to look if I need you." Mark thought about her continuously for the next two weeks. He wrote about her in blog posts and worked her into a short story. He went over their conversation again and again in his mind. He tried to imagine an affordable date that would make an impression. In the end he figured that he did about as well as he could with the moonset. On a Friday morning he stumbled upon her at the coffee shop near the library. "Hey, I was hoping I'd see you again," he made no effort to conceal his pleasure in seeing her. She smiled and offered him the empty seat at her table. "I see you through the library window every time I walk by. You're always typing away." She wiggled her fingers like she was typing. "You work very hard for someone without a job." "If only I could figure out how to make some money." She laughed, "You should write a story about a man that falls in love with a woman who has a dark secret. As he falls deeper and deeper in love the secret is gradually revealed. Of course, there should be lots of sex. If you write that, I'm sure you'll be rich." Mark smiled, "That sounds like a formula for success." He raised his paper coffee cup and said, "To success." Victoria responded with a smile as she touched her cup to his. It was a beautiful clear day with a light onshore breeze. They lingered at their table long after their coffee cups were empty. Victoria told him that she had grown up in Los Angeles. She moved south to go to college and then drifted into selling real estate. She'd planned to be a writer, but it didn't work out. Mark's story was similar, except that he was still a struggling author. Over the following weeks the weather turned cold and wet. Victoria checked in at the library to find Mark surrounded by a collection of clothes drying on chairs. He was staring at the monitor, but his fingers were stationary. She said, "There's a thing called a laundromat, where you can dry your clothes." "I don't know if you noticed, but it's raining between here and the laundromat." Mark was not his cheerful self. "Is your plan to starve to death or die of hypothermia?" "You are not helping." "You work hard. If you had a job you could have a life." "I don't want just any life with just any job, any wife and car. I want life on my terms." There was a long pause while Victoria calculated what she would say next. "You realize it's not working don't you? You're a half step away from being a street person." Mark knew it, but he didn't want to admit it. He tried to look her in the eye, but couldn't hold her gaze. "I'm just not ready to give up." "You don't have to give up, but you need to change something. Don't they have a dryer where you live? Maybe you should find a different apartment." Mark's shoulders deflated, "I'm sleeping on a friend's couch." "How's that working out?" "His girlfriend hates me, so I spend as little time there as possible." "And this is living on your own terms?" Mark just shook his head. Victoria said, "Okay, now I understand. I'll see you tomorrow." The next day Victoria met him at the library before it opened. "I've got a couch, why don't you sleep on it?" "No, I couldn't do that. I don't even know you." "You are being foolish and proud. This is a good offer. Take it." The leather ran smooth on the passenger seat of Victoria's car. They picked up a couple of shopping bags that contained all of Mark's possessions and drove to her house, which was on the hill with a commanding view of the town, the shore and the ocean. The house was built as one continuous arc with a floor-to-ceiling glass on the ocean side. The rooms were spacious and sparsely furnished with oversized sofas and chairs. The two paintings hung on opposite walls of the living room with an ocean view between them. "Wow, they look great in here. You have a forest, the ocean and a desert." Mark gestured to each as he spoke. "I agree. I'm very happy with how it all came together." She led him to a small room just off the entryway and next to the kitchen. It must have been intended for storage, but it was now set up as a bedroom. There was a single bed and a chest of drawers. There was no closet and no window. There was a doorjamb but no door. She said, "This is where you will sleep." "What happened to the door?" "Did you have a door at your friend's couch?" "Ah... no." "You see, there's no problem." Victoria led him out onto a deck that flowed around the outer curve of the building. Every inch of the deck had a million dollar view. She stopped in front of a teak table and chair. On the table were a laptop and a cell phone. "These are for you to use while you live here." She slipped the phone into the front pocket of his blue jeans. "I'll use this to get hold of you, and you can do your writing right here." Mark sat in the chair and surveyed his new domain. He could see the ocean, the town, and the road leading inland. Behind him was an unobstructed view of what could only be Victoria's bedroom. "The view is extraordinary," he said while looking into her bedroom. "But there's not much privacy." She smirked. "I think you will find it inspiring." She took him through the kitchen and said he was welcome to anything. "You've got everything I need here. I have no need to step off your property." "That's the idea," she said in a way that was sophisticated and creepy at the same time. "I would appreciate it if you would work here rather than at the library." "You know I can't afford this right?" "I understand. I'm going to ask you to do things for me. I will expect you to be responsive." "What kind of things?" "We'll ease into it and see what you have an appetite for. You can refuse at any time and return to your friend's sofa. However, let's be clear, this isn't charity. I'm helping you, and you are going to help me." In honor of his new digs, Mark started a new blog titled 'Life with V'. His first post was on the house. He described the oversized rooms, the extended glass wall, and the ocean views. The most interesting room was at the end of the hallway, adjacent to Victoria's bedroom. It was a large room with mirrors on the three walls that weren't facing the ocean. In the room was a large wooden cross positioned like the letter X with eye-bolts on along the sides. There was a bed with a vinyl mattress that was ringed in eye-bolts. The was a small pommel horse and a cage that would have been just big enough for Mark. Hanging from wooden racks were leather whips and belts, wooden paddles, large chrome-plated hooks and a large assortment of hemp ropes. Ropes also hung from pulleys attached to the ceiling. If it wasn't for the spectacular ocean view, Mark would have sworn that it was a dungeon. His second post was on V's occupation. He suspected Victoria was more than a simple real estate agent. The first clue was the dungeon. Another clue was the way Victoria dressed when she went to work. It wasn't that she looked like a whore, but her skirt was too tight, her neckline was too low and her heels were too high for a real estate agent. The final clue was the hours she worked. If she was a real estate agent she sold a lot of houses in the dark. Mark thought the blog had some commercial potential. The life of a premiere escort with a dungeon living in a tony beach community would attract views and generate revenue. He guessed that this is what Victoria had in mind, but they had yet to discussed it. In the days that followed Victoria came to enjoy waking to find Mark hard at work at the keyboard just outside her bedroom window. She liked to linger in bed and watch him struggle. She couldn't help but admire his perseverance against long odds, and she liked the idea of supporting the arts by supporting him. She also enjoyed teasing him. She had long ago accepted her passion for dominating men as a part of her being. Like her tall stature it was simply part of who she was. Her dominant character formed the basis of her career and most other life choices. Usually she got paid to do it. Sometimes she did it for fun. Mark was so earnest that she could tease and torture him without thinking about it. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and joined him on the deck. After the usual morning pleasantries Mark asked, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about what you do for a living?" "That would probably be a good idea. I take it that you've figured out that I sell more than real estate." "Yea, should I be aware of anything?" "I assume I can rely on your discretion. You can write about what happens, but you can't write about who it happens to. Be warned, this will be much harder than you think it's going to be. It will suck you in if you let it. That's why I took the door off your room. I don't want you to get too comfortable." On a Saturday night Victoria burst into the house and shouted, "Mark, come help me get ready!" Mark entered her bedroom to find her removing her bra. He turned to leave, but she said, "Don't be modest, I need your help." She held a corset up and asked him to help put it on. The corset constricted her body into a tight hourglass at her waist, and it pushed her breasts up and in, creating a chasm from what was already deep cleavage. He then helped put on her garter and stockings. The lace stockings accented her long muscular legs and left an expanse of uncovered skin to the bottom of the corset. As Mark secured the last clasp, his nose was level with Victoria's shaved pussy, the pedals of which were in bloom. He imagined what it would be like to touch her. To caress her folds with his tongue. To taste the acidity of her flower's nectar. She looked down at him, "Do you want to fuck me or be a writer?" "That is a great question." "Why don't you focus on writing for now. Make sure you spend the evening on the deck sitting in the teak chair. We may inspire you." Victoria put on a black thigh-length trench coat. The garters were visible below the hem of the coat. The doorbell rang and she told Mark to make himself scarce. Mark sat in the teak chair. He booted his computer and recorded the events as they developed. Victoria sat in a leather wingback chair with her legs crossed above the knees. Her visitor was kneeling at her feet. She looked down upon him as she spoke. When he spoke, he looked to the floor. After a short conversation he stood and removed his clothes, then he kneeled back down in front of her and presented her with a leather collar. Victoria took the collar, placed it around his neck, then locked it in place with a small keyed lock. Mark assumed that this was an important ceremony that formalized the transfer of power. Based on the state of his cock the visitor obviously got off on it. Victoria seemed to be enjoying herself, and Mark found himself aroused as well. Her visitor massaged one of her stocking feet while she toyed with a leather cuff. He diligently kneaded her foot with his hands, then sucked on each toe through the stockings with his mouth. After the foot had been thoroughly pampered, she dangled the cuff over his head while she teased his balls with her toes. He stretched to take the cuff with his teeth as she pushed him away with her foot. It took him several tries to take the cuff from her. Once he fastened the cuff on his wrist they repeated the process on the other foot. Mark envied the visitor. He wanted to massage Victoria's feet, to feel the web of the stockings in his hands and to view up her legs into her dark depths. He wanted to suck the toes the visitor sucked and to stretch for anything that Victoria might dangle. Instead, he focused on the laptop and keyed in the visitor's point of view. To earn the ankle cuffs her visitor had to unbuckle them with his tongue and teeth. He was on his hands and knees with his face at the cuff which was fastened to a fixture on the floor. Victoria's foot tangled with his testacals, sometimes pushing in and other times pushing up, but invariably working against him. Victoria appeared to enjoy her work. She smiled warmly as she encouraged her visitor, but her feet worked ceaselessly at thwarting his efforts. Mark's groin ached for the touch and pressure of Victoria's foot. His cock was hard and as he typed. She was right, this was much harder than he expected. With the ankle cuffs in place, Victoria led her visitor across the room by a leather lead attached to the collar. She had him drape his body over the small pommel horse. She secured the ankle and wrist cuffs to the horse and then stood behind him with her legs spread wide. He gazed up between his own legs at her open twat. The Dungeon with an Ocean View Mark recalled the bloom of her pussy. He wondered how hard he would strain to reach it if he were in the visitor's position. Victoria said something, the visitor replied and then she laughed. The visitor did not laugh. Mark assumed that he was being humiliated. She rested a gloved hand on the cheek of his butt, let it linger for a few moments then gently caressed his upper thigh, ass and lower back. She passed her hand over his testicals and paused again on his ass. She became more playful and sent a roving hand over his balls to his rock-hard cock. She leaned over his back as she stroked him. After just a few short strokes she stopped. She whispered to him then left the room. Mark saw the light go in the kitchen, then heard her come out onto the deck. "Are you catching all of this?" The rapid clicking of the keyboard answered for Mark. Eventually, he caught up with the action. "Did you just leave him there?" "He's a little too excited. I'm going to let him calm down a bit." She paused for a minute then said, "What do you think so far?" "It's really hot. I'm having trouble staying focused." Victoria watched her visitor through the window. He squirmed a bit, trying to make himself more comfortable. "Would like to be in William's place, hanging, bound hand and foot waiting for me to punish you?" "It's fascinating. I liked the foreplay, but bondage isn't for me." "Your cock tells me otherwise." It was like he'd been caught with the remains of a stolen pie on his face. She went back inside, selected a thin paddle from the collection of instruments on the wall, and squatted down behind her bound charge. Her forearms rested on her knees, which were spread far apart. Mark wondered if William would be too distracted by Victoria's open vagina to inspect the paddle. She stood and took one slow practice swing. The second swing was delivered with a loud smack. A series of smacks followed in deliberate succession. Mark could see Williams face grimace with each blow and his ass progressively redden. Mark wondered how much he could take, but his thoughts soon drifted to Victoria. He wondered if doling out punishment turned her on. Was it something he would have to endure if he wanted to sleep with her? If so, what else would she require? The blows ceased long after Mark had lost count. Victoria took a ice cube from a small bucket and soothed William's crimson ass. She slowly followed the paddle marks across his tender bottom, using a new ice cube for each. She spoke softly as she soothed him and caressed his leg with her free hand. The contrast between the pain and her attentive soothing fascinated Mark. One wasn't meaningful without the other. Together they were extremely erotic. She unfastened the cuffs from the horse and led William to the vinyl bed, where she bound him. She then blindfolded him and began to tease him with a long feather. Mark found it hard to type while she played with William's cock. He forced himself to look away long enough to catch up with what he had already seen. When Mark finally looked up, Victoria was mounted on William's erect cock. Even though she was riding William, she was looking at Mark. She curled her index finger to call him closer. Mark pushed back the chair and approached the window. She continued to slowly slide up and down on William, going fast enough to keep him hard, but not fast enough to force an orgasm. "I want you." mouthed Victoria silently. Mark drifted into his own fantasy where Victoria on top of him sliding on his cock. He imagined looking up at her spectacular tits and toned body. He imagined the scent of her perfume, the wetness of vagina and the gentle call of her moans and sighs. "Fuck me," she said silently to Mark through the glass. Mark could almost feel of her tits in his hands, the firmness of her nipples in his mouth and the pressure of her hands on his back. There was a loud cry from inside the house. William had come despite Victoria's slow pace. Mark snapped out of her spell and began to capture the moment on the keyboard. Erotic gold was here to be mined, and the keyboard was the correct instrument to extract it. Mark wrote and rewrote the blog post while Victoria finished up with her visitor. She straightened up her dungeon, put on a robe and joined him on the deck. "I poured you a drink," she said as she sat next to him at the table. "Here's to my muse," Mark lifted his glass and toasted her. She drank and then said, "It is chilly out here. Let's go inside." He placed the laptop in her lap as he sat next to her on the couch. The desert painting was at their back, the forest in front of them and the ocean to the right. "Don't hold back, I'm robust to criticism." She corrected a couple of typos and some grammar as she read. At the end she said, "That is pretty good. I hope it's good enough to generate some revenue." Mark had hoped for a more enthusiastic response, but it was late, and it was an early draft, so it probably needed more work. They had been sitting with their hips in contact as they reviewed the draft. With the review complete the closeness was no longer appropriate, but Mark pressed on. He recalled the motion of her lips seen through the window and hoped that she had said what he thought she had said. He leaned in for a kiss. "You have to pay to play," she said. She pushed the laptop back onto him and said, "Goodnight." Mark laid in bed and thought about the day's developments. He thought about William wearing a collar and being led around by a leash. He thought about William straining to reach the cuffs used to tie him up. He thought about William being spanked and then fucked. But mostly he thought about Victoria. She was so hot, so near and so unobtainable. He wondered if he was reading her lips correctly. If so, what he was supposed to do and how much it would cost to play? Mark woke in near total blackness. The only light was from the appliances in the kitchen. He recognized Victoria's profile in his room's doorway. He thought she might flee when he rolled to his side, but she stood her ground. He held her in his eyes. After a few moments she turned and left. Mark got up the next morning and cooked breakfast. He thought that the smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon would arouse Victoria, but he was mistaken. He put together a tray and brought her breakfast to bed. "I appreciate your effort, but I'm really not in the mood for this," she said before covering her head with the sheet. "I'll leave it here just in case you change your mind." Mark made space on a table by the window. She brought in the dishes while he was making himself lunch. "Just put them in the sink. I'll take care of them." "You're trying too hard." she said as she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. "Just relax okay?" "More coffee?" "Please." He poured her coffee, then took the computer onto the deck. Eventually, Victoria joined him on the deck. "How's the blog?" "It's getting some hits. Most of the comments about last night are favorable." Victoria nodded her approval as she surveyed the surroundings. There was a strong breeze and the ocean was littered with sailboats. "I need a break. Let's go sailing." Victoria's spirits recovered somewhat once she got out of the harbor. She gave Mark a brief lesson, and, once they were on open water, she forced him to take control. "Let's see how you do." For a few minutes Mark thought he might be up to the task, but soon the wind shifted and the sails started to flap. After a few minutes of adjusting lines and turning the wheel the sails filled; however the boat was on the wrong heading. Mark tried to come about but he lost the wind and the boat stalled. While Mark was studying at the sailing school of hard knocks, Victoria stripped down to a pair of sunglasses a thong bikini bottom and found a comfortable place to sunbathe. Occasionally she cheered if he got something right, but mostly she just ignored him. Mark found it impossible to concentrate. He imagined her pressing her tits up against his back while teaching him how to haul in a halyard, or asking him to rub her down with sunscreen. His imagination distracted him, and the sails lost their air and began to flap. Just then a boat loaded with college guys passed by. "Do you guys need some help?" one of the collegians shouted. Their boat was much larger and nicer than Victoria's. Victoria sat up and said, "Hello boys." Her beautiful breasts were on full display. The boys began to hoot and holler at the sight of her chest. They adjusted their speed to match the pace of the exposed breasts. A charming young man stood at the railing and said, "I would be happy to lend you a hand." "Oh, I think my little man has the boat under control." A wave of humiliation washed over Mark. "What about you? Are you in need of anything?" Victoria saw an opportunity to make some money. "I guess that depends doesn't it. My little man can handle most things." One of the boys behind the charming young man yelled, "Can your little man handle your tits?" The boys laughed, Victoria smiled and Mark wanted to crawl into a hole. "Do you like my tits?" She turned her shoulders from side to side so that the boys could get a good view. "They are very nice," said Mr. Charming. "Would you like to come over to my boat? I could apply sunscreen for you." "That is a very kind offer, but finding someone to apply sunscreen has never been a problem for me." She looked down at Mark and said, "You would oil me up wouldn't you little man?" Mark looked at her in disgust. His hands were shaking with a mixture of embarrassment and humiliation. "Come here and oil me," she said. Mark stood stoically as she squirted sunscreen into his hands. He warmed up the oil between his shaking palms and then began to caress her breasts. He could not imagine being less happy while realizing a fantasy. The boys burst out in shouts of frustration. "Would you boys like to take his place?" Mr. Charming asked, "What would it take?" "That depends on what you want to do." "What do you offer?" "I offer almost anything you would want." Her voice was smooth as silk. "Can I fuck you up the ass?" came from a boy on the right. "If you are willing to pay." Mr. Charming and Victoria began to negotiate the price. She started high and let him talk her down a little. When the boys protested that they didn't have enough cash, she took out her phone and said, "I take Visa, MasterCard and American Express." Negotiations then rapidly concluded. "Boys, I am yours for the next two hours." She slid off her thong, dropped it onto the deck and stepped over to their boat. She grabbed the crotch of the first young man she encountered, said, "Let's see what you've got," and pulled out his cock. "Very nice, we are going to have fun." Mark secured the boats together and waited. He thought about Victoria's dark mood in the morning and how it had brightened with the arrival of the boatload of boys. He thought about trying to sail home alone, but he knew that the task was beyond him. He scrolled through the news on his phone, but the yelps and cries from the neighboring boat made it impossible to concentrate. A naked collegian shouted to him from the deck, "Hey little man, Victoria wants you to see this." Mark crossed over to the other boat and descended into its cabin. Victoria was sandwiched between two guys. One had his cock in her vagina and the other had his cock in her ass. A third cock was waiting at her mouth and she held a cock in each hand. "Do you think I can get all five of these guys off at the same time?" She was speaking directly to Mark. It was as if she were asking her partner if he thought she could take all the tricks in a game of spades. She smiled broadly and took the cock deep into her mouth. The five young men pumped away at her, each at their own pace. She bounced around like she was driving down a rocky road. Mark wondered if he was becoming a prude or if he was simply envious of the money that collegians were able to spend on two hours of entertainment. It was more likely that he was envious of the woman that he coveted being in the possession of a half-dozen horny kids. He knew that she was nothing for him to possess, and that she didn't owe him anything, but it was hard to let go of the hope that she would one day be his. He forced himself to focus on getting new material for his blog. The dick in her mouth came first, but another dick was ready to take its place. Then the dick in her ass pulled out. It was flaccid with a loaded condom hanging from its tip. One of the dicks in her hand was lubed up and inserted into her ass. It wasn't long before all of the cocks were spent. Victoria leaned back on a cushion and asked, "Now what do you boys want to do?" Her legs were spread wide exposing the flower of her pussy. It was in a magnificent bloom. She looked to Mark. He thought that she silently mouthed, "I love you," but he rejected the notion as a fantasy. He knew that he was just a pawn in her game. "We forgot about the little man." shouted one of the collegians. Others began to chant, "Little Man! Little Man! Little Man!" Mark had to laugh. Their generosity was unexpected. Victoria, on the other hand, was upset. She gave a shrill, "No. No. Not while I'm working." She reached for the nearest cock and shoved it in her mouth. The chant rapidly died down. Mark excused himself, went to the other boat and waited. 'What the fuck is going on?' he wondered to himself. After the two hours had passed, the boys helped Victoria on deck. She gave each a deep wet kiss and stroked their cock. "Look me up, I'm easy to find: Victoria." She stepped onto the boat and said, "Let me take the wheel. We have a difficult client this evening." She made haste for the harbor. Mark tried to relax. Being Victoria's companion was much more difficult than freezing in the library. He reminded himself that this was only temporary. "Did you get off on being humiliated?" she asked. "No." "Not even a little?" "Not even a little." "..oh, sorry. I thought you might like that." "Did they get you off?" he asked her. "You know what? I'm sorry I brought this up. Let's finish this discussion later." They sailed on in silence, but on the drive home from the harbor Victoria's mood darkened again. She outlined what to expect from the night's visitor, "He likes to play rough, so I want you to keep a close eye on us from the deck. It's ok if he slaps me, but if you see him hit me call the police before you come to my rescue." "Why do you have this client?" "He is difficult to say 'no' to. Please just say that you will call the cops first." "I will call the cops first." Mark helped her with the corset, garters and stockings. Once again he found his lips level with the lips of her pussy. This time he took the opportunity and kissed her. Her hips froze, but her hands went to his head and held him close. They remained lips to labia for several moments before she broke the embrace by saying, "This is not a good time for this." She put on the trench coat, inspected herself in the mirror and shooed him away. The visitor was shorter than Victoria, but much more muscular. He immediately took control of their encounter by opening Victoria's coat. He inspected her while holding the coat open. Then he removed it and dropped it on the floor. She led him back to the dungeon. He gave her a sharp slap on the ass as they entered the dungeon. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. He said something to her. She unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He tried to force his cock into her mouth, but she closed it and turned her head. He slapped her. She tried to stand up. He pushed her down and he slapped her again. The next time he slapped her she fell to the ground. Mark wondered if he misunderstood Victoria's instructions. The slapping had transcended playful and sexy, and become brutal. But it was still slapping, so he waited. Victoria tried to stand up. She blocked a slap with her forearm, and then got her feet underneath her and stood. Her impudence enraged the visitor. He clenched his fist and slugged her in the stomach. He struck her body again and again. Then he started on her face. Victoria covered up the best she could. Mark made the call to 911. He said that his roommate was being beaten up by her boyfriend. He made sure that the operator had the correct address and then he sprinted to the dungeon. He opened the front door for the police as he ran past and entered the dungeon to find the man enraged. "The cops are on their way." "Who the fuck are you?" The madman stopped hitting Victoria and turned to Mark. Mark wanted the wacko to leave before he took too much damage himself. "It's time for you to go. Pay before you leave." Mark spoke in level tones and asserted as much authority as he could. His shaking hands were behind his back. The madman tried to evaluate Mark who was standing in the doorway - one of the few places in the room without a mirror. He couldn't tell if Mark had anything in his hands and Mark didn't appear to be afraid. He took out a wad of cash and threw a few bills on the floor. Mark stepped backwards to let him pass and hastily walk out. Mark could hear the sirens as the front door slammed. "Are you alright?" "It's not as bad as it could be," she said as Mark helped her off the floor. "That escalated quickly. What happened?" "He flipped out when I told him I wouldn't suck his diseased dick without a condom." That night Mark woke to find Victoria in the doorway again. She looked in on him most of the nights she worked, but this night was different. After lingering at the doorjamb for a few moments she entered the room and sat at the edge of his bed. "I want you to hold me," she said. "Do you think you can do that without trying to seduce me?" Mark slid back in his bed to make room for her. "No, not here." She led him down the hall to her bed. She laid down in the fetal position and Mark curled up around her. She pressed her body against his and held one of his hands. As the outer spoon his head was well below her shoulders, but he did his best to be what she needed. He found it difficult to get to sleep, and when he woke, he was alone. The following Thursday was Thanksgiving. Victoria invited Mark to join her at her parents. She hoped his presence would quiet her father's harping about her sex work. The two-hour drive gave Mark the opportunity to ask some questions. "What's going on between us?" "What do you mean?" "Why do you have me watch you when you are being fucked by other men?" "I told you. I'm trying to inspire your writing." "Yes, that's what you said, but there's more to it than that, isn't there?" Victoria played dumb. "You get off on it don't you?" She looked straight ahead as she drove. "And why do you talk to me when you're full of someone else's cock?" "It's complicated," she said. "And why wouldn't you let me fuck you on the boat? You let those six total strangers fuck you. Is there something wrong with me? And why did you humiliate me in front of them?" She looked at him and tried to read his expression. "It's nothing like that. You have to understand my work. I fuck for money. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between fucking for money and being intimate with someone, and it can cause problems if you get confused." "I think living with me has created some confusion as well. You have burrowed into my life and I find that I have feelings for you. I know you want me, but do you think you could be in a relationship with a prostitute? Before you answer think about this, in the time we've known each other I've had more sexual partners than you have had in your entire life. Is your self esteem strong enough to handle that, or would you wallow in the self pity of a cuckold?" The Dungeon with an Ocean View Mark considered the question before he replied, "That would be some seriously healthy self esteem." She gave a sad smile, "That's why prostitutes in healthy relationships are so rare." They drove in silence until Victoria said, "I can't believe that our first kiss was you kissing my yoni after I'd been fucked by all those guys!" Marked laughed, "Yea, but kissing you on the mouth wouldn't have been much better!" Victoria laughed, "I guess not. Thank you for being such a good sport." She had intended to promise to make it up to him, but she held that back for later. Victoria drifted into her own thoughts as she drove. She thought of the many times her harlot sisters complained about the fragile male ego. They would say, "Sex is nothing more than manual labor," and "He should know I love him because I fuck him for free." There had to be a flaw in their logic. Did the plumber love her if he fixed the sink for free? No, he probably wanted to fuck her. In the nine years she had been working she hadn't been able to maintain a relationship for more than a few months, and the issue was always the same. She wondered if Mark was different than the others. He'd seen a lot and he was still around, but she knew that everything would change once they had sex. She wanted to put that off for as long as possible. Her parents were both over six feet tall. After a warm greeting they sat on well worn chairs in a small living room. Knickknacks and trinkets populated shelves and cubbyholes throughout the room. An upright piano decked in framed family pictures was squeezed into a corner. "I can't remember the last time Vicki brought home a suitor," her mother said to her father. "Oh, I'm just a friend," said Mark. "Well, you must be good friend." Her mother gave a sweet smile. "Are you a pimp? You don't look big enough to be a pimp to me." "Daddy! You promised you would behave." "He's in my house. I want to know if I can trust him." "Dean! That is no way to treat a guest." Mark tried to release the tension, "I'm a struggling writer. Victoria was kind enough to give me a place to sleep while I work and wait for something to sell." "What do you write?" asked her mother. "I write short stories. I'm working on a novel, but mostly I blog. You know, short articles for the internet." "Our Vicki was going to be a writer, weren't you dear?" Victoria politely smiled and nodded while her father scowled. "It's hard. I probably would have died of pneumonia if Victoria hadn't helped me out." "That's our Vicki, always helping people out." Victoria and her mother got up to prepare dinner while Mark and Dean made small talk. Mark found that they could have a reasonably pleasant conversation as long as they didn't discuss Victoria. At dinner Dean asked, "So, Mark. What do you think about Victoria's profession?" Mark considered the question for a few moments then said, "When I was a just out of college my father wanted me to get a job. He wanted me to have a family, a house, a car - all the things that he had. As far as he was concerned the only way to do that was by having a job. Of course, I wanted to be a writer. We fought, and I called him names that I never should have said out loud. I stormed out of the house. A week or so later he was in an accident with a drunk driver and was killed. Those horrible names were the last words I said to him. I understand that you are disappointed in Victoria's profession, but be careful what you say." After that the conversation was much more pleasant. Just as they were starting dessert Victoria received a phone call. She excused herself and was away from the table for about a half hour. "Is everything alright?" "It was just an old friend that wanted to chat." On the way home Victoria said, "Thanks for what you said to my father." "No problem, he needs to let go." "I'm sorry about you and your father." "My father was an asshole. He was the drunk driver, and he killed a little girl." "You should stick to fiction. Your nonfiction is too depressing." After a long silence Victoria said, "I have a client coming over tonight." "Tonight?" "Yes, is that a problem?" "No, of course not." Despite his hopes, Mark had no claim on Victoria. He fought back the urge to sulk and took the conversation in stride. "I booked a room for you at the hotel. I'll pick you up tomorrow before noon." "Whatever works for you." After a few more moments of silence Victoria asked in a sarcastic baby voice, "Is your fragile male ego going to be able to handle this?" The baby voice pissed him off, but Mark would be damned if he would let Victoria get his goat. "Don't worry about me; I can do what I need to do." To Victoria that single sentence encapsulated Mark's essence. If only she could affect what he needed to do. When they pulled up to the hotel Victoria handed Mark a hundred dollar bill and said, "The room has been prepaid. This is for anything else you might need." The money must have been from the madman earlier in the week. It was stained in blood. Victoria arrived at the hotel at 11:30 the next morning to pick Mark up. She asked the receptionist to call him. His battery must have been dead because he wasn't answering his cell. "I'm sorry mam, but he never checked in." Victoria verified that there had been no mistake, then drove to the library, the bluffs and the coffee shop to see if she could find him. She went home, hoping that they had crossed paths. His few personal effects were at the foot of his bed, but he was nowhere to be found. She checked his blog and found that their adventures on the sailboat had been posted earlier that morning. The blog post made the experience sound more comical than it was. He had portrayed her as a big-titted bimbo that was more interested in consuming cock than making money. She was relieved that Mark was apparently alright, but she didn't like her fictional self very much. The next day Mark's blog reported on the tryst with the madman. For a short post Mark had done an excellent job building up a foreboding atmosphere and transitioning to a violent climax. While she couldn't find any factual errors in what was written, she couldn't understand how she had let herself get in that situation. She seemed so stupid. It was two days before the next blog post. It was a very short post that told of their conversation in the car, how Mark had hoped to finally have an evening alone with her and how his plans had been dashed. Mark was very matter-of-fact about the circumstances, but Victoria couldn't help but feel she had let him down. The final post came three days later. Mark must have followed her home, because the blog described her rendezvous with her client form Mark's vantage on the deck. The blog read: I had hoped that V would choose me. I hoped that my perseverance and unflagging support would add up to something in her eyes; while it may have been something, it was not enough. Once again, I was on the deck looking in on her as she prepared for the night's visitor. This was not like other nights, where she knew I was sitting in the teak chair. Where she would look out the window and silently mouth secret messages to tease and arouse me. On this night she would not pop out onto the deck to chat about the client's state of mind. No, tonight I hid in the shadows. I lurked like a sneak thief, waiting to steal a treasured secret. V took a quick shower then slipped into a silk robe. She lit candles throughout the house, put on soft music and decanted a bottle of wine. She glided from room to room as if propelled by the force of her passion. I yearned to be the focus of that passion. I yearned to be a pivotal part of her life. I yearned to be needed by her. Her guest arrived bearing a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers. They hugged and then she led him into the living room. They sat between the paintings of desert and forest. He spoke and she laughed like his words were the tones of pure delight. She sat close to him, her eyes beaming into his. He put his arm around her and drew her in. Why did I subject myself to this torture? Why did my gaze lock onto every kiss, onto every motion of his hand, onto the tense of her back and the glow in her eyes? Why didn't I leave? The question is irrelevant. I stayed. Her robe parted exposing the luscious curve of her breasts, but his hands failed to approached them, and his lips failed to caressed them. His eyes never left hers, instead they left her hanging in anticipation.He brushed an unruly lock of hair from her face, which led to more exposure for him to ignore. I admired his ability to tease her while doing nothing. I wondered if teasing was something he learned or was an innate skill. Was this why she chose him? Maybe if I teased her she would choose me. Only when she began to unbutton his shirt did his hands explore her partially naked torso. He was playful while sensuous. His fingertips started at the small of her back and moved forward and up. She laughed as they passed her ribs. The joy on V's face sucked away any wind that might have been in my mainsail. How could I hope to compete with someone who could provide such joy with a simple touch. V slid off his shirt. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest; hair that would soon tickle her nipples and caress her chest. He slid off her robe to reveal the perfect form of her naked body. His hands flowed down her legs while hers swam through his chest hair. I wanted to run into the house and scream for them to stop, but I was transfixed. Nothing could save me from the horror of their impending lovemaking. He stood and V kneeled before him. She looked up at his eyes as she unbuckled his belt. He toyed with her hair while she toiled with his zipper. His rigid cock leapt from his descending pants. She kissed it lightly on the tip and then looked up to measure his approval. My cock was as rigid as his. It longed for her touch. It longed for her kisses. It longed for her affection. Her lips lingered on the tip of his penis for a few moments and then her head began to ascend and descend his erection. His hands helped to guide her head. As she bobbed she took more and more of his shaft. Eventually, his entire shaft slid down her throat and he began to fuck her head. He became more and more physical as they fucked. He used more and more force to push himself down her throat. I could hear his moans from my dark corner at the edge of the deck. I imagined what it would feel like to have my shaft down her throat. I wondered how it would feel to have her want me as she wanted him. She began to gag, and he pulled his penis out of her mouth. Long strings of mucus connected his cock to her mouth. The strings stretched and sagged as she looked upwards into his eyes. He smiled approvingly down on her. She was happy to have pleased him. He guided her up with a finger under her chin. She tried to kiss him on the lips, but he would have none of that. He took her hand and guided her to her bedroom, grabbing his wine glass as he went. My heart sank even further. This was the first time a visitor had gone into her bedroom. I carefully crossed the deck to where I had a better view. He laid her down on the bed and began to trace arcs and curves on her exposed chest while speaking softly to her. He laughed, spoke and laughed again. The arcs and curves grew to cover more and more of her body. His hand traced down her leg and up her thighs. It came to rest on her pussy. It held still there, teasing her with the threat of motion. Her hand slid between his legs and swirled his pubic hair while brushing against his cock. She fondled his balls while she listened to his story. She smiled when he smiled. She laughed when he laughed. She was quiet when he spoke. She adjusted her position and began to slowly stroke his cock while his hand gently burnished the space between her folds. He rolled onto his back and lifted her on top of him. She straddled him, holding him down by the wrists. He plugged his cock into the socket of her vagina and began to slowly thrust up into her. She churned her hips as she rode him, working him from side to side while he worked her up and down. His cock slid out of her, then reinserted itself. The breach of her vagina's aperture induced a thrilling surge through her body. She bent over and dangled her exquisite breasts over his mouth. He raised his head to kiss a nipple, but she pulled it out of reach. He tried again. She laughed while holding him at bay. He gave a sinister smile, extracted his penis and breached her again and again. Her spine crumbled, leaving her at his mercy.He thrust deeply, forcing his erect penis far inside of her. She writhed on top of him, attempting to regain her composure, but she was no match for his plunging cock. He grasped at the sheets with his hands while his feet strained against the bedding that had piled up at the foot of the bed. His hips bucked against hers. I could see her body shudder from his vaginal attack. I could smell her scent from within the house. I could feel the aura of their sex. Desire welled up within me. I could feel it building in my loins and in my cock. The pressure mounted as I watched V and her visitor come as one. I too came, only I came without the touch that I so desired. It was then, with a wad of cum in my pants, that I was glad I was alone. ********* Mark had made the evening sound much better than it was. He had no way of knowing how little she liked her visitor; unfortunately, he had assumed the worst. Victoria scrolled down to the bottom to see that the blog posting had gotten almost 30,000 views in less than four hours. The comments ranged from those creeped out by his uninvited voyeurism to those admonishing him for not having a backbone. Over the following weeks Victoria made a point of visiting Mark's haunts in an unfruitful search for him. She lingered in the library and watched the sun and moon set from the bluffs. When Shelley called she raced to catch him sitting on the bench. Mark looked up at Victoria, who towered over him. "Your lou," he stammered. He paused, took a breath, then he said, "You look particularly nice for a Tuesday morning." She was rarely up this early and for once she was actually dressed like a real estate agent. "Thank you," she said. Mark's halting compliment had partially disarmed her. She sat down next to him. She noticed that his hands were trembling. "I dropped you at the hotel. Why didn't you just trust me? Why did you watch?" "I couldn't help myself." Mark spoke slowly and deliberately. It was probably about as honest an answer as she could hope to get. "You love him don't you?" Mark knew it sounded pathetic, but he had to ask. "No. I don't." "Then why did you drop me at the hotel?" "Roger's tastes are more conventional that what you were used to watching. I didn't want to risk you misreading the situation and getting confused." "But you looked so happy." "It's all part of the deal. He paid me to act like he was the center of my world. I thought you knew that." "I guess I did get confused." They both watched the waves below. There were many things to say, most of which would be better left unsaid. "I guess I got confused twice. I thought you loved him and I thought you had feelings for me." Mark paused then continued, "No, wait. In the car you told me that you did have feelings for me. You said that I'd burrowed into your life." Victoria smiled at him and said, "I did didn't I? I think we both got a little confused. I was so confused that spent the last three weeks looking for you." "Sorry about that. I guess my fragile male ego isn't up to this." She regretted using the baby voice the last time they spoke about his ego. She needed him to buck up. Victoria reached over and took his hand. "Why are you shaking so much?" "I think I'm overloaded with conflicting emotions. I have so much desire and yet I feel so inadequate." "That's understandable. Men are hardwired to be breadwinners, rescue damsels and marry a faithful wife. I win my own bread, I don't want to be rescued and I fuck for money. Being with a woman like me is against your nature." Victoria squeezed his palm and gave his ego what it craved the most, praise, "One of the things I find attractive about you is your ability to persevere against long odds. Do you remember the time I found you desperately trying to work while soaking wet, and the time I made you sail while I did my best to distract you?" Mark laughed, he had suspected she was deliberately torturing him. "I was impressed by how you handled yourself. You knew what you wanted and you suffered poverty and humiliation to get it. You are the only man I know that has the force of will to overcome the cravings of his ego. So, I understand your feelings of inadequacy, but they are completely misplaced. You don't appreciate how extraordinary you are." "That is very kind," Mark said. He wondered where Victoria was going with this. "Mark, I think you can make me happy. If you want me, all you have to do is ask," Victoria concluded. He heard the words, but they didn't make sense. There was so much going on in her life that he didn't know what 'having her' meant. "Look, I realize this is going to be really hard for you. We may try and fail, but we will certainly fail if we don't try." That made it easy. Mark asked, "Would you like to go to lunch today?" She laughed, "No, we're beyond lunch. I want you to take me to bed." She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Victoria drove them to her house and led him to the bedroom where she undressed. She held up a familiar corset and asked "Would you help me with this?" Mark smiled. He knew she had a drawer full of corsets, but the one she picked was special. It was from the night he first kissed her. He wrapped it around her, fastened it up and drew it tight. "I've been reading your blog," she said while looking through her drawer of stockings. "You get an interesting view into a person's soul from reading their blog." Mark wondered if he had said anything he would regret. She handed him the first stocking and held up her foot. "You liked watching William massage my feet didn't you?" Mark eased her toes into the foot of one of the stockings and began to slide it up her leg. He gently smoothed out the stocking on her calf as he said, "I did." "Tell me precisely what you liked." Victoria patiently held up her foot as Mark caressed her leg through the stocking. "I liked watching him massage your toes." Victoria stood so that Mark could fasten the stocking to the garter. Mark focused on the stocking despite the distraction of Victoria's exposed pussy. He carefully secured each fastener, making sure not to damage the stocking. As he finished he leaned over to kiss her pedals as he had done before. She pushed his head aside and said, "All things come to those who wait." She handed him the second stocking and lifted her other foot. "You only liked the massage?" Mark methodically smoothed and adjusted the stocking. He felt the firmness of her calf muscles and supple give in her thighs. He said, "I liked it when he sucked your toes too." "Well, I better sit down then." Victoria led him out of her bedroom and into the dungeon. She took a seat in the leather wingback chair. "Put your clothes in the corner." Mark undressed and dropped his clothes in a pile in the corner. He was disappointed that they had moved out of the bedroom and apprehensive about the control Victoria was exerting. But what the hell, this was a lot more fun than sitting in the teak chair. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the chair was empty.