1 comments/ 35350 views/ 22 favorites Secret Arrangement By: thisismessedup Taylor poured herself a cup of coffee while her husband put two plates on the table, French Toast resting on each. She gave Roy a peck on the cheek as she sat down, but delayed eating for a moment, reluctant to take her eyes off him. Taylor considered herself, if not the luckiest women on the face of the earth, definitely in the top ten. She had found the sweetest man alive and also the handsomest, though in his early forties Roy looked only old enough to look dignified. More than once Taylor had caught girls in their teens sneaking a glimpse at her husband, trying and failing not to be obvious. He also proved himself an experienced lover with the stamina of a man half his age. One might almost fear he seemed too good to be true. The sound of descending footsteps shook her out of her reverie as her stepdaughter came down the stairs. When Taylor first started seeing Roy, interactions with Alexis were- tense. Taylor had been patient, she assumed Alexis saw her as trying to usurp her late mother. Once she had even said as much to Roy- he had laughed, saying that Alexis' relationship with her mother was even worse. Gradually the girl had softened up toward Taylor, and the two seemed to genuinely get along now. Alexis put the third French toast Roy had prepared on her plate and kissed her father on the cheek as she sat down. After she swallowed a portion of her breakfast she smiled, "Oh dad, I've got great news!" "You're finally going to look for a job?" Taylor quipped. She hated to nag but Alexis was nineteen now, a little too old to be depending on her father and stepmother. "Ha ha, *Mom*. No, last night I got a call from Lauren, she's going to be in town for a few days." Taylor failed to recognize the name, "Who's Lauren?" "Alexis' friend from when she was younger," Roy answered, "Her family moved away a few years before Elena passed." "She said she was looking for a hotel," Alexis started up, "But I thought I'd talk to you about her crashing in the guest room instead." Roy started to frown, "I don't know if that's a good idea..." "Oh come on," Taylor interrupted, "If it's only a few days..." Roy met Taylor's gaze, "You sure you mean that?" "I'm curious about this girl. And she's a friend of your daughter's- so I know you wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything with her, if you get my meaning," both women laughed at that. Roy looked between the two several times over, then hung his head in surrender- just like Alexis knew he would, "When should we expect her?" he asked. "Her plane lands in a couple hours; don't worry, I'll pick her up, and I told her to pack light," Alexis laughed. A few minutes later Alexis met Taylor as she opened the door, "Thanks for helping convince dad like that, I really appreciate it." "It was nothing really, I'm looking forward to meeting this Lauren." Taylor walked into the garage, got into her car and drove off. Only when her stepmother was long out of sight did Alexis' smile take on a sinister tone. "Fuck," Alexis grumbled as she headed up the stairs, "I thought that sow was never going to leave," She looked into her father's bedroom to see him stuffing a duffel bag, "Going somewhere?" she asked. Roy jumped as if he had heard a gunshot; turning to look at his daughter he answered, "Th- the gym. I thought with Lauren coming here, you- you'd be too busy for our usual- you know..." Alexis sauntered up to him, "You thought wrong." Raising her hand to his head she pulled her father closer; giving him a very undaughter-like kiss, her tongue stabbing between her lips and past his. All the while her other hand aggressively stroked his hardening crotch. As she pulled her head away to speak Alexis whispered, "I told Lauren about our little- arrangement." The remaining blood- what wasn't heading to a specific place already, drained from Roy's face, "Please tell me you're lying," he gasped. "Nope," Alexis shook her head, "You know she always had a little crush on you?" her hand resumed stroking, "Still does..." Roy's face darkened in anger, he pushed his daughter away, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he bellowed, "Blackmailing your father for sex isn't bad enough, now you're pimping him out to your friends?" "Dad..." Alexis started to say. "No!" He cut her off, "This has gone too fucking far! It ends now!" Roy grabbed the duffel bag and made for the hall. Not looking back Alexis played her hand, "Fine, I'll just tell Taylor how mom really died." Roy froze, "That was an accident," he turned around, "You know it was." "Yeah," Alexis turned to face him, "But do you think she'll believe it? For that matter, do you think a jury will?" she stepped closer, "Your cellmate would show you what being pimped really means." "Alexis..." her father pleaded. "Don't pretend you don't enjoy our *special* time together," Alexis stepped forward, "I've heard the moans you make," once standing right in front of him Alexis gave her father another long tongue kiss and resumed stroking him; finally she broke the lip-lock to say, "You're going to love Lauren, believe me." Alexis left that afternoon to pick Lauren up; on the return trip the two walked into the house giggling like elementary schoolgirls. On the wall Lauren noticed the most recent picture of Alexis' family- Taylor included. Seeing Roy she smiled, "And I half-worried he'd gotten bald and fat over the years." "Lauren! Shallow much?" Alexis quipped back, after which both started giggling. Alexis led her friend upstairs. Lauren looked toward the master bedroom, "That's still his room right?" "Yeah, but your prize is behind door number two here," Alexis pushed open the door to her own room. Roy stood next to the bed, his clothes neatly folded on a nearby chair, his hands over his crotch, his head hung low. "Dad..." Alexis teased, "You have a visitor." Roy looked up to the young woman in front of him; since he had last seen her, Lauren had blossomed over the years. His daughter's friend stepped closer, took his hands and moved them aside to look at what she really came to see. Seeing how flaccid Roy was in his shame Lauren voiced her disappointment, "Doesn't look like what you described." "That's cause dad's what the guys call-" Alexis replied, pulling her shirt over her head as she did so, "A grower, not a show-er." she stepped behind her father and pressed her breasts against his body. As Alexis had forgone with a bra Roy felt her nipples- which he had once exaggerated could cut diamonds- stab into his back, the physical stimulation sending blood below the belt. Lauren gaped as she backed away a step, "Sorry I doubted you Lex," her eyes locked on Roy's rising wood. "Aren't you going to touch it?" Alexis shifted her head to look past her father; seeing Lauren's jaw hanging and her open hand raised Alexis joked, "It's not a snake that's going to bite you- go ahead!" Lauren took Roy's erection in hand, her touch brought a gasp out of him. Lightly stroking him for a few moments helped her work up the nerve, she crouched down and closed her mouth around it. Alexis looked down at Lauren's sucking. Bringing her head up she turned to whisper in her father's ear, "Does she suck you better than 'Mom'?" Roy glowered; what he and Alexis did behind Taylor's back was bad enough, Alexis didn't have to mock the woman too. And yet when he parted his lips to speak the only sound to come out was a drawn-out "Yesss." "Thought so," Alexis glanced back down for a second before whispering another question, "She do it better than me?" Roy gasped out the truth, "Nobody does it better than you." "And nobody ever will," She told him. The sudden shortness of his breath told Alexis her father was about to burst; before he could say anything she covered his mouth with her hand, whispering "Just let it happen." Lauren was caught off guard, but guzzled down the ejaculate like nobody's business. After Lauren got up and backed away Alexis turned Roy aside then gave a gentle push, making him fall on the bed, "I've been waiting all day for this," she said as she shoved her jeans down. Roy could see her patch glisten in the room's light, evidently she had not bothered with panties either. He turned his head to see Lauren sit down in anticipation of the coming show. Roy tensed as Alexis crawled over him, "Just relax," she whispered in his ear before moving down; he moaned when she began simultaneously circling his left nipple with her tongue and stroking him back to hardness with her hand. Finally his daughter got into position and shoved down, pulling him inside of her, bringing groans out of them both. "That's right," Alexis grunted, "Forget Taylor. Fuck, forget mom even, ain't nobody that can do for you what I can." Both Roy and Alexis hear whimpering; they turned their heads to see Lauren's hand reaching inside her jean zipper, bringing herself off. The sound of the garage door opening shook all three out of the moment; "What the fuck?" Alexis yelled as she looked at the clock on her nightstand, "The bitch is never home this early!" Alexis got off her father but neither would be able to get dressed in time, "Go down there- she knows you were coming- just fucking stall her!" Lauren rushed from the room toward the stairs; Roy and Alexis could faintly hear her introducing herself while they rushed to put their clothes back on. Lauren somehow managed to preoccupy Taylor with small talk until Roy and Alexis came down the stairs fully dressed; "Taylor, sweetheart," Roy started, "What a surprise- you're usually not home at this hour." Taylor shrugged, "Harold heard I'd be entertaining a guest and said I could take the rest of the afternoon off." "Did he, now?" Alexis said, barely managing to keep her tone pleasant, "We should invite him over one day, I'd like to thank him in person." Roy grasped her real meaning, and hoped for Harold's sake the man never came anywhere near this house. At dinner that evening, the four ate in silence at first; it was finally Alexis who spoke first, "Tay- mom, I was wondering, maybe tomorrow you and I could drop by that work fair you mentioned a couple days ago?" "Oh?" The question had come out of left field, as to Taylor 's memory Alexis had always shrugged off any suggestion of seeking work outside the home before now, "What about your friend?" "Lauren will be here when we get back, and like you said, it's not like Dad would try anything with her while we're out- right?" Everyone laughed except for Roy, who deduced the true meaning of Alexis's suggestion- get Taylor out of the house so Lauren would try something with him. Later that night as Alexis and Lauren watched TV downstairs, they heard Taylor's moans and shrikes from the bedroom above, "Sheesh," Alexis muttered, "Can you say overcompensating?" "You know, I'm kind of surprised you didn't use this leverage you have over your dad to make him throw her out on her bony ass," Lauren said to her. "Oh, I thought about it," Alexis started, "Then I thought if I did people might start wondering why- start sticking their noses in and find out about the arrangement I got with dad.. "No- if keeping her around keeps everyone from meddling with what's going on here, it's worth putting up with her. I'm just glad if Dad had to find someone else, he picked a broad too dumb to see what's gong on right under her nose." Alexis looked up to the ceiling, from where she heard the voice of a woman who, while married to her dad in name was truly no more than his disposable mistress, would never satisfy him like she did- a woman who knew nothing of Alexis and her father's 'secret arrangement'. Secret Arrangement- Electrorgasms It was her third Tuesday of servicing Scott's desires when pain became part of the scene. After locking the door from the inside she strolled to the armoire and carried the red folder to his desk. "Number seven," he announced. She flipped the pages clipped in the folder and bent them over the top so the weight of the folder held the first six pages under it. Unbuttoning her three-quarter sleeve blouse began to reveal her newly purchased black lace demi bra that had been only a hint when viewed through her semi-sheer black blouse. Her white broad cloth skirt fluttered to the floor a few seconds later. Her new set of tiny matched black lingerie was displayed with grand affect. It produced a lump in his throat and a swelling in his loins---his cock came alive. She smiled knowing that her lingerie collection would keep her supplied with original material for at least six months including her breakout favorite from her little black dress...her gold lame halter bra and lacy black bikini panties of course accentuated with three-inch stiletto pumps and thigh-high stockings. She was bent forward at the waist reading the details of scenario seven as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor on top of her skirt. Hooking her thumbs inside the matching black string bikini panties a look of trepidation filled her face now knowing the function of the squat orange rubber pumpkin with the five-inch stiff green stem sticking up from the center. She had stepped around it when walking from the armoire to Scott's desk. Wearing only four-inch snakeskin stiletto heels and gold-tinted thigh-high elastic-topped tan stockings she presented herself to him on the left his side of the desk within easy reach. After sliding several stiff aluminum plates about six by two inches under the elastic tops of her stockings, he connected them with alligator clip jumper wires. He finished building half of the circuit when he clipped one of the leads from the power box onto one of the aluminum plates. She had managed a small smile and unconsciously widened her stance as he pushed the syringe of electro-lube up into her front orifice. Then she waited for the cool stainless steel speculum to invade her. A gurgling groan came from her as he pushed the polished metal faux phallus up into her. She made sounds he had never heard before and that she had never uttered before. She was partially acting for him but she was also reacting as she gasped and breathed, "Mooore!" She felt the device open her sex slit until it was almost uncomfortably taut. "Oooh," she said as he thumbed the adjustment nut opening the previously parallel duck bill blades to hold the device firmly inside her. Her mind swirled with the similarities and differences she experienced during her last visit to the gynecologist. The fact that the doctor was a woman added to the curious mixture of pleasure and violation since she was standing and a man was prying her open this time. "Ready to visit Mr. Punkin?' he chuckled. Walking gingerly she let him lead her to the center of the floor where the rubber pumpkin was waiting. Spreading her legs she waddled over it, turned and asked rhetorically, "Gotta do it to myself, huh?" He nodded and her eyes closed in resignation. "The nozzle is lubed and I'll help you ease onto it," he offered as he stepped behind her. Sinking to a deep squat her right hand directed the stiff nozzle up her ass and into her gut. Now she was earning the $500 an hour prize that was her retirement fund as her body weight began the forceful flow into her instantly. "It burns," she breathed as her gut rapidly filled to the point of pain from the pressure. "It the soap in the water," he told her. Less than thirty seconds later he was clamping stainless steel handcuffs to her wrists behind her back then he undressed and picked up the power box. She hadn't noticed the green wire connected to the shiny steel contraption and moaned as the electricity ramped up increasing the pleasure level causing her to shriek. "Suck me dry," he ordered as he moved between her spread thighs. "Filling me up more and more, eh," she commented while the head of his half hard cock was against the back of her throat. She used mostly tongue flutter because head bobbing might cause her to lose her balance. She could feel the coarse buzz pulse in her crotch get stronger and smoother as time passed. As the cool water continued to infiltrate her bowel she became more uncomfortable and yet excited. Surprised at how aroused she was becoming, she increased the pace and began to moan. Reminding herself that the whole purpose of their paid liaison was his pleasure and satisfaction she tried to suppress her growing arousal as the electric buzz in her pussy became more pleasurable. Barely able to hold off her own pleasure burst, she tongued him urgently until his stream of semen spewed into her mouth. Then she let the growling electric cock push her over the edge into ecstasy with his cock still in her mouth. As the pleasure wave subsided she became aware of the urgency in her bowel and hissed at him to help her up. Concentrating on not having an accident she waddle walked to the washroom and landed awkwardly on the toilet seat still handcuffed. He had followed closely and started the power buzzing again as the now warm water gushed out of her. The release combined with the growing power of the fauxcock locked in her took her to the high plateau near orgasm. Looking up at him she suddenly sensed that he was enjoying controlling her orgasms. After placing the power box on the basin cabinet, he used both hands to dig his thumbnails savagely into her nipples. Straining against the handcuffs and moaning, the pain made her come as the sounds she made changed to animal grunts. Scott was smiling at what he had done to her and was half hard again. "Come closer," she weakly whispered to his cock. After his second eruption electricity would rack her body with orgasm after orgasm until her head nodded forward in near unconsciousness. She tipped to one side, beginning to f all slowly to her left but he caught her with his muscular arms and laid her down on her belly, saying "I won't fuck you in the ass tonight since you have left me nothing, sly girl!" Secret Arrangement: Procurement Copyright 2010 Del Edwards Since Scott's wife couldn't stand to be touched due to fibromyalgia, the marriage was sexless. Lynn had noticed there was something special and private between Scott, the owner and manager of the business, and Peggy who was obviously the head lady among the office staff. The giggling, head nodding and sensual body stretching that went between the two of them when they were together seemed almost inappropriate to a business office. Lynn had seen a number of displays over the year and a half since she began working at the firm. It was as if Scott and Peggy were sharing a very dirty joke between them that would cause Peggy to blush and spur Scott on to making faces at her. On those infrequent occasions when Peggy wore high heels she was as tall as Scott. One of those times was the 'bring a side dish' and the company supplied the meat & cheese plate luncheon at noon a week before Christmas. Peggy always wore red heels, black stockings and a full-length black skirt slit to three inches above her knees. It made a fine frame for her long shapely legs when she was seated. And she always found a long-sleeved blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She was the office queen and the other women knew better than to out-class her. Lynn came close at her first office party wearing a black wrap-around dress and gold heels with little black bows on the toes. The dress showed off her slim waist and long legs. Her outfit drew some admiring glances from Scott but Peggy kept physically inserting herself between them. In spite of the almost palpable sexual tension between Peggy & Scott, Lynn didn't believe they had ever had sex...Peggy liked to tease but was pretty much of a conservative Raised-in-Iowa girl. Still, she had told Lynn she really enjoyed the salacious get-away-at-home weekends she spent with her husband. Lynn thought the husband was pretty much of a jerk. Most of the information about Scott's personal life came from Peggy. Among other things, Peggy handled the office payroll as well as commission checks for the outside salesmen. As CEO, Scott directed Peggy to bring him $2000 in cash every two weeks when the payroll checks were distributed on Thursday. He explained that he had hired a consultant to do a business study regarding a new product line. He further explained that the consultant was a contract employee who wanted to be paid in cash and was responsible for reporting his income to the government as well as things like finding health insurance. One Tuesday afternoon Lynn's phone rang. It was Scott asking her if she could stay late and keep the matter confidential between them. She agreed and toured the offices as Scott had instructed, making sure everyone was gone except them. Then she went to Scott's office and centered herself in front of his desk. He smiled at her and said, "Do your entrance again but with a lot of swagger like a model strutting down a runway at a Paris fashion show." She decided to ham it up a bit so she stood in the doorway to his office and raised her arms to a forty-five degree angle above shoulder height placing her outstretched hands on the door frame. It had the effect of raising the hem of her dress a couple of inches. She made sure her weight was on her back leg and that it was cocked outward. That made her front knee and lower thigh look sculptured. "Oh, I like that," he exclaimed. Then she did an exaggerated strut until her thighs were touching the front edge of his desk. Sliding his hands across the desktop toward her hips he said, "There's a manila envelope and a red folder in the armoire. The key is in the lock, get them please." She filed away the fact that what he said did not match his body language as he reached for her hips. She did as he instructed and returned to her position at the front of his desk, offering both items to him. "First open the envelope and count it." She withdrew the hundred-dollar bills and counted them while he looked on. "Two thousand," she said evenly. "Correct. That's what I will pay you in cash every two weeks to let me totally control you for two hours on Tuesdays after the close of business. Most of it will be sensual and or sexual." He rose and moved around the desk motioning her to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Then he took the chair next to her. "Sometimes it will be bondage or pressure or electricity but mostly it will be you satisfying me by following the written directions in the red folder. The scenes are numbered so I will give you a number when you arrive and lock the door behind you. If you think you want to earn five hundred dollars an hour I will collar you and we can continue the discussion." "Then sometimes you are going to hurt me?" His tongue flickered across his lower lip moistening it as he nodded. Together those motions frightened her and she felt a wave of uneasiness slither down her gut. "How much pain?" she exhaled. "You will moan sometimes but I will gag you if I think you might scream," he said licking his lip again. She wondered how different it would be to really be naked in front of Scott. Numerous times in the past she knew she was being mentally undressed in his mind. He did the same with Peggy, bringing a little tension of completion between the two women. "Is it okay for me to take a quick look at the descriptions in the red folder?" He nodded and she rose and went to the desk. Returning, she repositioned her chair, reseated herself and crossed her legs pointing her thighs more directly at him. Normally she would have adjusted the hem of her dress. Instead she left several inches of thigh showing. After ten minutes of skimming through the five pages in the folder she glanced up at him and knew in his mind he had her down to nothing but her hose and heels. She swallowed hard, not totally sure if what was happening was real. Uncrossing her legs she spread her thighs and leaned forward with her hands on her knees. She was playing him and they both knew it. Still he found himself staring down the front of her dress where the fancy bra was easily visible. "What's the collar thing about?" "It's symbolic of your submission to me. Every Tuesday you will put it on as soon as you lock the door. Shall I get it?" She looked away into space for several breaths wondering how difficult it would be to strip in front of him and play out the sex scenes she had just read. And there was the unanswered question about the pain. The thought made her cringe and she turned slightly away from him. "Maybe you would rather think it over for a few days," he added. The money was too good to pass up she had told herself. "Let's try it for a couple of weeks and I'll want to have veto power over some of the really kinky scenes. Oh and if you are going to fuck me you must wear a condom. Get the collar." After locking the door he returned with the collar and installed it snuggly around her neck. Glancing at his watch he said, "We have a little more than an hour...suck me and fuck me." "Do you want me to undress?" Sure. Go slow, make it a production." Lynn silently reminded herself not to get emotionally involved with this man. She knew he would never leave his wife and the two adorable little boys he had sired. If she had to she would blackmail him into hurting her, torturing her, for a two full hours until she was afraid of him or despised him or both and that would end the arrangement. She had some training in ballet as a teen. With her arms together high over her head she did a fast spin. The extra weight of the dimes sewn into the hem caused her dress to rise above mid thigh revealing her perfectly sculpted legs encased in dark tan nylon. When she was seated and her legs were not crossed the extra two dimes in the front would pull the skirt down between her legs thus showing the outline of her slim, firm thighs. Lynn reached to her left side and opened the zipper on her dress. She had tailored it to be taut across her waist and hips to show off her flat abdomen. She took a full minute to unbutton the front to the waist and slowly shrug her body out of the top half of the dress. Then she slowly worked it past her hips and let it fall to the floor. Scooping up the dress she moved to one of the chairs in front of the desk and draped the dress across the back. She was finding some perverse pleasure in doing a striptease for her boss and being well paid for it. Her hands stroked the cups of the black lace over gray satin bra. Then her hands went to the bra hooks at the center of her back. Shedding the bra she swung it out with one hand and added it to her dress across the back of the chair. She swaggered the three steps to where Scott was sitting in the center of the leather couch. He had undressed while he watched her get out of her dress. She leaned forward and braced herself with one hand on his thigh while she raised one foot and removed one high heeled shoe. When she glanced up at him she saw his gaze fixed on her breasts. Switching hands she removed her other shoe. "Do you like my perky little tits?" she asked pointing at her upturned nipples with both thumbs. Nodding, he placed the wrapped condom on the cushion beside him, reached out and squeezed her nipples until they were firm. She wondered if her Tuesday trysts might have an impact on a relationship with a lover if she found one. Would Scott secretly delight in chatting with her lover at the Christmas party? Would he revel in the fact that his paid consort was chatting with he and his wife? She set those thoughts aside and resumed her strip tease for him. Using both hands she slowly pushed her pantyhose down her legs until they were around her ankles. She repeated the hand-on-his-thigh movements to step out of her pantyhose. She smiled slightly when she saw he was beginning to swell to full erection. "He likes what you see," she commented as she nodded at his genitals. "I really like women in heels, put'em back on," he said with a slight quiver in his voice. "By the way, no more pantyhose on Tuesday...either latex garter thigh highs or if you really want to please me, nylons and a garterbelt. "I can do that," she responded as she worked her feet into her shoes while balancing herself with one hand again on his bare thigh. Her hands were on his thighs again as she sank into a kneeling position between his legs. Leaning forward she used both hands to gather his scrotum so both of his balls lay in the palm of her right hand. Her thumb and forefinger were locked around the base of his ballsack. "I'm not going to let you come until I have fucked you for awhile." Both of her forearms rested on the seat cushion when she used her left hand to guide his hard cock into her mouth. Concentrating on relaxing her jaw and throat she slowly swallowed all of him, something she hadn't done for quite some time. Each time she withdrew him from her throat she would tongue flutter the underside of the hard head while she pulled firmly on her handful of his manhood. After seventeen minutes of oral stimulation she installed the condom, mounted him, letting his rock-hard cock fully penetrate her love slit. Reaching behind her right buttock she reestablished her grip on his ballsack. After several minutes her pelvic machinations pulled him closer to climax. Reining him in by pulling his testicles she purposely kept her hip movements slow with a three-second pause before beginning the reverse stroke. Her clit wasn't getting any stimulation but she refrained from adding masturbation to the mix. She promised herself a good pair of orgasms later at home with the vibrating egg up her ass and Mr. Dick Dildo warmly in her cunt while she stroked her clit to climax. Eliminating the pause and increasing the speed of her hip strokes caused him to moan and gasp. When he began to ram up into her she pulled hard on his balls and relaxed her leg muscles so her full weight was opposing his thrusts. Four minutes later she said in an even voice, "I'm a great fuck, huh?" He answered with a double nod. She grinned and pumped her hips several times until he squalled his protest. Finally she let go of his aching nuts.