6 comments/ 71903 views/ 19 favorites Harassment By: TxRad Christy and Tina were on the way to the lake. It was senior's week and they were skipping class, not that anyone cared. It was the last week of high school and the two eighteen year olds were out to have some fun. Their boyfriends were gone on a trip with the football couch so they decided to take a trip of their own. Christy borrowed her boyfriend Carl's truck and they were on their way. Once they were out of town and on the back roads to the lake, Christy laughed and pulled her tube top down around her waist. The wind through the window and the sun shining on her naked breasts felt great. "What the hell are you doing?" Tina asked grinning. "What does it look like, I'm setting the puppies free," Christy replied with a grin of her own. "Puppies? Those are full grown dogs you've got there girl friend." "Come on, join me, lets have some fun," Christy said, shaking her head wildly. "I want to get naked and go wild." "Then I'd better break out BOB since the guys aren't around." "Bob? Who the heck is Bob?" Christy asked. "My Battery Operated Boyfriend," Tina said reaching in her beach bag on the floor. When she pulled out an eight-inch bright purple vibrator, Christy yelled and grabbed for it. "Where the hell did you get that?" "Hey now, watch the road. I got it a couple of weeks ago when mom went to town to get her hair done. I went along to get my nails repaired and got tired and bored waiting on her to finish up. I wandered around the corner to the lingerie shop." "You didn't. You really went into that place? I've always been scared someone would see me." "Hey, we're of age now, we can go almost anywhere. It's no ones business but our own." Tina replied. Christy glanced over at the vibrator in Tina's hand. "Did you have to buy the biggest one they had?" Tina laughed. "Girl friend, this ain't even close to the biggest one they had. The biggest one would scare that new mare your dad just bought." "You're kidding me right?" Christy whispered. When Tina shook her head, Christy asked, "Have you used it?" With a big grin, Tina replied, "I've worn down two sets of batteries in two weeks, does that sound like I've used it?" "More like you've abused it, not to mention your poor little pussy." "My pussy has been a lot of things in the last two weeks but abused ain't one of them. I'm surprised I haven't woke the whole damned neighborhood up at one time or another. I had mom knocking on my door one night." "Oh shit, what did you do?" Tina laughed. "I told her I was having a nightmare." "She really bought that B.S." "From the silly grin she gave me ever time she saw me for the next few days, probably not, but she was cool about it." Christy reached over and ran a finger up and down the length of the toy. It's rubbery surface felt slick and spongy. "Can I feel it?" She asked as her eyes flicked back and forth from the road to toy. "With your hand or jammed in your twat?" Tina asked with a big grin. "Never mind," she quickly added, "I already know the answer to that question." Christy giggled and with a lopsided smile, whispered, "That things bigger than Carl by a whole bunch." "It's bigger than Eddie too but I ain't planning on telling him about it until I have to." Christy wrapped her fingers around the shaft and squeezed. It was firm but soft and pliable. Tina used a fingernail to turn the toy on low speed. Christy yelled, jerked her hand away, and then giggled. "Damn, you scared me," she said and then took a quick look at the toy. She could hear it humming and the tip end shook. "That thing could be wicked in the right spots." "It's wicked in every spot," Tina whispered and shifted in her seat. "I waited for everyone to leave the house before I tried it the first time. Oh, my, God, I thought the top of my head was going to blow off from just rubbing my clit with the vibrating end." Tina turned in the seat and pulled her left leg up so she could lean back against the door. "When I came back to Earth from that mind blowing orgasm, I tried to fuck myself with it. Holy shit! Ed makes me come but this thing sends me into orbit. My little pussy feels so full and tight." She gave a big shaking shiver and sighed. "When I finally got around to turning the vibrator back on, I liked to have died. It was suddenly hitting something up inside that took my breath away. I couldn't catch a breath and then when I did, I left orbit and headed for outer space. I like woke up two hours later." "You passed out?" Christy asked in disbelief. "I sure didn't fall asleep. One minute I was coming my brains out and the next I jumped because the vibrator buzzing between my thighs scared me. It was dark, the sun had gone down." "Girl friend, I've got to try that damned thing," Christy whispered. "Anytime and anyplace, you know that. What's mines is yours. We've been friends to long for it to be otherwise." A roadside park sign flashed by and Christy grinned. "How about now and I just saw a sign for the place." Tina laughed and shook her head. "You are one crazy bitch." "And the problem is?" Christy asked as she slowed the truck and turned into the park. The short road through the little park made and S curve and then went back to the main road. Christy parked at the furthers point from the highway and shut the truck off. Turning in her seat, she looked at her friend. "We've done damned near everything else together." Tina grinned, lifted the leg on the seat up, and placed her foot near the seat back. Her short sundress rode up to expose her bare pussy. "I'm game if you are," she whispered as she slipped the straps on the dress off her shoulders and pushed it down below her small cone shaped breasts. Christy giggled as she lifted her hips and wiggled out of her tight short shorts. "You were there when I masturbated for the first time." Tina giggled, "You were in the front seat when I got laid for the first time." Christy frowned and then laughed. "Yeah, my ears rang for a week after that and I never did see that guy again." "You were only dating him because of that big red car he drove." "True, but he was cute and kissed damned well. Not to mention that he had a big...." She paused for effect and then added, "Wallet." Tina giggled and whispered, "Nothing else was big, believe me." Christy looked at her friend sharply. "According to Vicky Horne, anyway," she added with a grin. Christy laughed and shook her head. "Show me how this thing works." Tina looked at Christy for a second and then asked, "You want me to show you as in use it first?" "It is your toy after all," Christy replied with a grin. "True," Tina whispered as she flipped the switch to the low setting and brushed the vibrating end against her clit. She took a hissing breath and wiggled her hips. "Oh shit, that first touch always tingles so good." She brushed her clit a few more times and moaned softly. Then she moved the end up an inch or so and rubbed it back and forth just above her clit. Her body jerked ever so often and she had a glassy eyed look after a minute or so. When her stomach muscles jerked and her hips flexed hard, she took the toy away and sighed. "Oh shit, that one snuck up on me. Having you watch makes it that much more intense." "Why did you move it off your clit?" Christy asked. "It gets to be to much directly on my clit. I've found if I move it up to the little bundle of nerves above, it works better for me." "Let me try it." Tina passed the toy over to her friend and watched as she touched the buzzing tip to her clit lightly. Christy's hips jerked and she groaned softly as she rubbed it back and forth over her swelling clit. She spread her legs as wide as the seat would allow and ran the toy up and down her slit, pausing at her clit each time she reached the top and made circles. It wasn't but a minute or so later that she tensed up and slowly closed her legs as she pressed the toy tightly to her clit. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she whispered like a chant as her upper body jerked and twitched. A moment later, she jerked the toy away from her clit and held it out toward Tina. "Take it, take it," she whispered breathily. "That damned thing is evil, pure evil, and I could get addicted really easily." "Tell me about it," Tina said and then giggled. "Wait until you stuff it in that little pussy of yours and flip the switch to high." Christy groaned and squeezed her thighs together. "Just thinking about it makes my pussy tighten up." A whimpering moan from Tina made Christy open her eyes. Tina's eyes were closed and she had her lower lip between her teeth. She was slowly working at getting the purple toy in her pussy. She had only a couple of inches inside and worked it in and out slowly. Christy could see the folds of her thin inner lips press inward as the toy went in. They would reappear when she pulled the toy out. Slowly, a little at a time the toy went deeper and deeper. At one point Tina shivered and lifted her hips to slid down in the seat more. Her legs spreading even wider as she did. With about two thirds of the toy inside Tina stopped moving her hands. Her hips flexed and twitched as she held the toy still. Her eyes flicked open and then closed. She sighed and whispered, "This feels so good. I feel so full and...." She paused searching for words. "Stuffed," Christy prompted with a grin. She could not believe how much of that big toy fit in her petite little friend's pussy. She could see the slick shiny skin of her opening clinging to the toy as her hips moved. Tina giggled and nodded. "That about sums it up." She eased the toy out a few inches and pushed it back in. She made a soft groaning sound as the toy moved and her hips fluttered and shook. "I can get off just doing that, but there's something I like better," Tina whispered and then flicked the little switch on the end of the toy. Christy could hear the muted humming buzz. Tina's hips jerked and she moved the end of the toy in a slow circle. "Oh yeah, that feels even better," Tina said in a groaning whisper. Her fingernail flicked the little switch again and the buzzing got louder and faster. Tina's body jerked and her knees came up and spread wider. "Oh hell, yes," she said loudly and emphatically. Christy watched wide-eyed as the toy moved slowly forward until just the end with its cap was showing. Tina's hips were bucking and jerking as she rotated the end of the toy. She suddenly pulled it most of the way out and jammed it back in. About the third time she did, her thighs slammed together and she tried to sit up with her feet and knees still in the air. She was trying to curl up around the toy but her stomach muscles were jerking and twitching like mad. Christy's mouth dropped open at the intensity of her friend's orgasm. "Holy shit, get you some girlfriend," she whispered a few seconds later. Tina was starting to relax a little when Christy suddenly realized that she had two fingers stuffed in her own pussy. She did not remember doing it but since they were there, why not use them. She rubbed her g-spot and whimpered softly. Her eyes on the toy still planted in Tina's pussy added fuel to her fire. A tapping on the window behind her head caused Christy to jump and jerk her fingers out of her pussy. She twisted in the seat and then groaned loudly. A cop was standing outside, a female cop at that. She heard Tina gasp loudly and then they were both scrambling to get dressed. The cop tapped on the window again and said, "It to late for all that, ladies." Christy rolled down her window and turned in the seat to face forward. She had her shorts covering her lap and her tube top pulled part ways up. "Can we help you officer?" She asked as she got the tube top in place. "License, registration, and insurance if you please." "Yes, ma'am," Christy replied as she grabbed her purse. Tina had her dress pulled down and was pulling the top up. Christy passed her license over to the officer. "This is a learners permit." The cop said leaning down and looking over at Tina. "Do you have a full drivers license?" Tina shook her head. "No ma'am, mine is a permit also." "It's my boyfriends truck, we were going to the lake to go swimming," Christy said hurriedly. "Uh huh, and the insurance card is where?" The cop asked. "Uh, I don't know." Christy replied. Ignoring Christy, the officer looked across at Tina, "I'll need your ID also." Tina passed her license over. "You two wait right here, I'll be right back," the officer said as she turned and walked back to her cruiser. As she got out of earshot, Christy asked Tina, "What did you do with the toy?" "Uh, it's still where it was a minute ago," she whispered in reply and then squirmed. "It's still on high." Tina squirmed again and asked, "Do you think she saw me?" "Well, duh, how could she miss you with your feet sticking up and a purple vibrator stuffed in your pussy." "I need to turn the damned thing off. Keep a watch so I can," Tina said spreading her knees. Christy glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "To late, here she comes back." Tina moaned and closed her legs. "This is not good." The officer approached the window and leaned over to look at Christy. "Now, what are you two young ladies doing parked here?" "We, uh, we...." Christy stammered. Her brain could not think of anything to say that would help. Looking over at Tina she asked, "What've you got to say?" Tina shook her head and bit her bottom lip. "You don't have any weapons on you, do you?" The officer asked. Tina and Christy both shook their heads. "Maybe I should check to make sure," the officer said and then walked around to Tina's side of the truck. She tapped on Tina's window. "Would you mind getting out over here, both of you?" Tina opened her door and slowly turned in the seat. She didn't know what would happen to the vibrator if she stood up. With it just vibrating in her pussy, her stomach muscles kept twitching. With a soft whimpering moan, Tina slipped off the seat and stepped out of the truck. The officer looked at her sharply. "Move over there and put your hands on the side of the truck. Stay there while I get your partner out." Looking at Christy she nodded, "Your turn." Christy held her shorts over her lap as she moved over to the passenger seat. As she started to get out the officer said, "You can leave those right there on the seat." "Do I have to?" Christy asked. "Yes. Now, get out here and assume the position next to your friend." Christy dropped the shorts and did as she was told. She placed her hands on the truck and leaned on them. "Take a half step back and spread your legs," the officer said as she patted Christy's hip. When she did, the officer's hands came around her body and squeezed her breasts once. Then a hand was between her legs and a finger slipped into her vagina. Before Christy could complain, the hand was gone. "Now you," the officer said tapping Tina on the shoulder. When Tina did not move, she added, "Take a half step back and spread your feet apart." Tina whimpered as she moved one foot back and then the other. "I don't want to spread my feet." Don't give me a hard time," the officer said. "Right now I've just got you for no legal drivers license and no proof of insurance. Don't make it any more of a problem." "I can't spread my feet," Tina whispered nearly in tears. "Why not? Is there a medical problem?" "No. No sir, uh, officer, I don't want to drop something," Tina said in a rush and with a deep blush. The lady cop quickly grabbed Tina's left arm and pulled it around behind her. She pressed Tina forward with her body weight as she slapped a cuff on her left wrist. A moment later, she snapped the cuff on Tina's right wrist. She used her left hand to pull Tina's wrists up between her shoulder blades as she stepped back. Using her left hand to bend Tina forward and against the truck, the cop said, "Spread you legs and spread them now." Her right hand lifted the back of Tina's dress up over her ass. Tina shifted her feet a little wider. "Wider," the cop said and used her right foot to press on Tina's ankle. As Tina's foot moved over, the toy suddenly started to slide out of her pussy. Tina moaned and the cop grabbed the toy, stopping its movement. "Well, what do we have here, a concealed weapon," the officer said. "Is it loaded?" She asked Tina as she pushed the toy back in and then pulled it out. Tina gasped and then moaned. "It doesn't seem to be but you sure sound like you are," the officer said with a chuckle. Looking at Christy she added, "You said you had a boyfriend but you two look like a couple of little lesbian want-a-be's out for a little crunch and munch." She accented the last three words hard and slammed the toy in and out of Tina hard and fast. Tina moaned loudly and flexed her hips. "It looks like your girlfriend likes it a little rough," the cop said and fucked Tina roughly with the full length of the toy. When Tina went up on her toes and yelled the officer stopped. "Yeah, she'd be perfect for a nice big strap-on. To bad I don't have mine with me." "We're not lesbians or anything like that. Tina was just showing me her toy. I've never used one. Heck, I never even touched one until today," Christy said in a rush. "Have you got something against lesbians?" The cop asked sharply. "No, nothing like that. One of our best friends is a lesbian. We do everything together." "Everything huh. Do you eat her pussy?" "No. I'm not gay, I've never done anything like that before." Christy replied hotly. The cop fucked Tina slowly but forcibly with the toy. "How about you Tina, have you ever licked a pussy? Have you ever eaten your lesbian friends pussy?" Tina's hips jerked and flexed at the toy driving in and then slowly pulling out of her sex. "No. No. Never." Tina replied as her voice grew louder and went higher the longer the cop fucked her pussy. "I'll bet you anything that if I keep fucking you with this toy, you'll end up doing anything and everything I want you to do." When Tina shook her head the officer fucked her faster and harder. "Want to bet?" The officer asked with a chuckle. "You can't do this!" Christy said suddenly. The lady cop looked at her hard. "You want to make a bet on that? I can call for backup and we can have a real party. How would you like that? Maybe another female officer and a couple of the guys? Have you ever pulled a train?" "A train?" Christy asked in confusion. "Yeah, a train. You know, like the sister officer eats you until you're ready to pass out and then the two cops fuck you until you pass out. Then one of them fucks you again, while the other fucks you up the ass." "You can't do that, I'd scream rape and sue all of you. Or rather my dad would." The cop laughed. "So who would they call to investigate? We'd be the ones to write it up as a rape investigation and then we'd bury the paperwork." Tina started to yell, her hips jerking and bucking back against the toy that was still fucking her hard. The cop laughed and pressed the toy home one last time and held it there. "This one would be so much fun to fuck for real." With a sigh, she pulled the toy out of Tina's pussy slowly. Tina's ass and hips shook the whole time. She shivered and sighed as the toy came free. The officer held the toy up to her nose and then licked at it like a lollypop. "Yummy," she whispered and then held it out to Christy. "Want a lick?" Christy shook her head and the officer laughed. Leaning over close to Tina's ear, the cop whispered, "You have a very sweet tasting pussy." When Tina whimpered softly, the officer added, "I wonder how hard you would come with me licking your clit while I fucked you with this thing." Tina whimpered even louder but shook her head. Harassment I'm fired, Sam thought. He'd wanted to feel Vicki's mouth around his cock from the moment she'd walked into the firm's drafting office. He'd been working on the latest redesign for the outdoor wall the firm was creating when she came in with some blueprints. "Phil said you wanted to double-check these," she said. "They're for that convenience store on Tibolt Road." "Just leave them on the desk," he said without looking up from his work. She plopped the blueprints down and turned away as she muttered something. He looked up then and saw her bony ass wrapped in pinstriped pants. He hadn't seen an ass like it since before Amy had gained twenty pounds after Ben was born. "I'm sorry," he said. "I was wrapped up in this. Are you new here?" She turned back to him. Her eyes turned upwards a bit at the corners and her tomboy haircut was a perfect frame around her face. Her mouth was like a glass sculpture that dared you to touch it. "I'm Vicki, and yes I am. You're Sam, right? Main designer for the mall?" "Yes." His mouth opened with a deep inhale as he came to a delightful realization. "Oh please tell me you're the one they hired to design the landscaping." He hoped he didn't sound as horny as he felt. She nodded. "That's me. We'll be seeing a lot of each other." He shook her hand. Her fingers were strong. "I certainly hope so," he said, letting a bit of his frisky mood out. She chuckled. He liked that. They did see a lot of each other over the rest of the winter. They worked well together and got comfortable enough to tell mom jokes and for him to seize the opportunity when it arrived. They'd been working late on the mall project. The deadline loomed and they had ordered in Chinese food for the long night. A clump of lo mein slipped from her chopsticks and onto her shirt. "Shit," she said. "I love this shirt." "Take it off and soak it," he said, making it sure it was somewhere between half-hearted joke and pillow talk. She looked up at him. Her sexy mouth almost pouted. "There's no one else here," he said. "It's just us in the building, and I sure won't mind. Heck, I'll take off mine, too." She chuckled, like she had when they'd first met, but this time it soured his gut instead of tightening his pants. He figured the line about him removing his shirt took it too far. "Sam, I'm gay," she said. I'm fired, Sam thought. "And you're married," she said. I'm so fired, he thought. Visions of a sexual harassment suit danced in his head. He mentally back pedaled. "Vicki, I -- " She laughed. "Had no idea? Really?" He held up his hands. "I swear to God, Vicki. I didn't. " "And you have a kid! And a cat! What about them?" He looked away. His collar was soaked with sweat but his mouth was dry. He knew his only option was to go honest. "Amy and I haven't been happy for at least a year. We're both childish, but neither of us are willing to budge either. I work here a lot so she can be a stay-at-home mom. She likes the nice house and nice car, but resents that I have to work six days a week to keep it. She's not willing to cut back much, so I get pissed with her. She let her figure go with Ben was born and I've said things about that which I'd take back if I could, but they're out there and that's that. We haven't had sex in months, and I'm not sure she misses it. I didn't mean to..." The word caught in his throat. "...harass you. I was just looking for something I miss." "Well you won't be getting it from me anytime soon." She started packing up her blueprints and Chinese take-out. "What are you going to do?" He asked, barely above a whisper. "I'm going to finish my stuff at home tonight. Thanks for dinner." "No. I meant...about this." "Fuck, Sam, I don't know. We can talk about it at the Christmas party on Friday. That'll give you a couple days to cool off and talk to your wife." She walked out without another word. He couldn't finish his Happy Family special. He stabbed into a cheese ball two nights later at the firm's Christmas party. He didn't plan on eating any of it, as his stomach was too jumpy to handle anything spicier than fried chicken, he just wanted something to keep him busy and away from conversations with his bosses. He turned away from the buffet table and almost bumped into Vicki. "Hey, Sam," she said. She looked a little drunk. He took her by the arm and guided her behind a potted plant, thinking it would somehow keep anyone from hearing them. "Vicki, I need this job. I can't afford to look for another. I'm halfway to retirement. No one's going to hire me when they find out I got fired for sexual harassment." She turned away from him, giggling as she went. "Oh please." He spun her back to face him. "Damn it, Vicki, I'm begging you." The healthy buzz cleared from her eyes and was replaced with a vicious fire. "Who - " She stopped her tirade in mid-sentence, distracted by something behind him. Her healthy buzz returned. "Who is that?" He turned to scan the crowd. "Who?" "Blue dress. Curves in all the right places." He wrenched his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "That's Amy. That's my wife." "Jesus Christ, Sam," she said. "You're trying to get in my pants when she's waiting at home for you?" "She's not waiting for me at home. She's conscious about her weight and it doesn't turn me on either." "Are you out of your fucking mind? She's gorgeous. Voluptuous! Why would you want her skinny as a mop?" Vicki's tongue touched her front teeth for a split second. "God, I could get lost in those tits." He stepped in front of her view. "Vicki, please, I need to know what you have planned. Is my job safe or not?" "Introduce me to your wife," she said. Sam huffed and then took her by the hand and led her across the room. Amy was looking at a model of a new hospital and nursing a glass of spiked egg nog. "Amy, this is Vicki," Sam said. The two women exchanged quick pleasantries and shook hands. Vicki didn't let go. She held Amy's hand in both of hers. "I love that dress," Vicki said. The simple comment silenced Amy for a moment. "Thank you," Amy said. "It doesn't fit me as well as I'd like, but I just love the color." Vicki's voice was like a cat's purr. "It fits you very well." Amy pulled her hand away, but not too fast. She fidgeted and rubbed her neck. "So you work with Sam?" "Yes. He's told me a lot about you." She turned to Sam. "But Sam, you didn't tell me she was so beautiful." Amy laughed as she straightened out imaginary wrinkles in her dress. Her eyes had never left Vicki's body. Sam was paralyzed. Vicki was seducing his wife before him and he was doing nothing, if he even could, to stop it. Amy took a sip of egg nog. Sam noticed she was trembling. "So are you here with anyone?" Amy asked. The question hit Sam like she'd thrown her egg nog in his face. Vicki smiled. "No. I'm a swingin' single." Sam took Vicki by the arm. "Vicki, I just remembered we need to finalize those landscaping measurements." He pulled her away as he looked back at Amy. "I'll be right back." "I'll see you later, Amy," Vicki said, and then blew her a friendly kiss. Sam slammed the door of his office. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vicki grinned at him. "What? You're no longer interested in her, and it'd be a shame to let that great ass go to waste." "Just stay away from her." He turned to leave. "Or what?" His hand stopped short of the door knob. "What?" She walked up behind him. "Stay away from Amy or what? Or I'll tell the board about what happened between us?" He spun around. "Are you -? Are you serious? I'm just supposed to let you seduce my wife so I can keep my job?" "That's a thought, isn't it? I think you want me to, Sam. I think you already think I can do it. And I can, believe me." She looked down. "Hell, judging by that hard-on, I'm guessing you're already thinking about it." He felt dizzy, almost sick. She was past him and out of the office before he realized she was gone. It was a quiet ride home until Amy couldn't stand the silence anymore. "Vicki seems nice." His hands squeaked on the steering wheel. "Yeah. She's real nice." "She goes to the same coffee shop I go to on Chestnut." She paused. "She and I talked about seeing the jazz band there tomorrow night." He squirmed. "Go ahead." "You're sure? You don't mind?" "You need to get out of the house now and then." He had to wet his lips. "It'll do you good." "All right. Thanks." He swallowed. Hard. "Amy, I'm sorry." Her head jerked a bit. "For what?" "For working late all the time, for missing Ben's soccer games, for everything." She looked like she was trying to decipher a Picasso painting. "It's all right." "No, it's not. Please don't say that if you don't mean it." "How do you know I don't mean it?" She shifted in her seat. "If you want to apologize for something, start with that." "With what?" "Presuming you know what I'm thinking." She shook her head and sighed. "God, Sam, when was the last time you asked for my opinion on something?" He wanted to snap at her, to tell her he worked so many hours so she could live like a princess and not have to make decisions. But he swallowed. "You're right. I'm sorry." He slept farther away from her than usual that night, not out of anger, but out of helplessness. He went to the office the next day, as he often did on Saturdays, to get more work done and to avoid any possible awkward conversations at home. He came back to find she'd made lasagna -- one of his favorite dishes. She hadn't made it in months. She nibbled at one piece while he wolfed down three. He was happy to have something to keep him from talking. She got up to get dressed for the night before he'd finished. He told her she looked nice, and he meant it. She wore nice jeans and a simple open-necked black shirt. She had a few baubles on her wrists and her face sparkled. He couldn't remember the last time she'd worn make-up. He told her to have a good time. She thanked him and then kissed his head. It stung. He didn't get up from the table for another half hour after she'd gone. He had considered going to the coffee shop to confront Vicki in front of Amy and end the whole mess. Amy, however, would never forgive him for making a scene and airing his dirty laundry in public. He thought of standing in the back and watching them, but he feared being caught and put in an uncomfortable situation that would lead to him making a scene anyway. So he stayed home. He watched TV and the clock. He watched two programs he'd recorded and the clock. He put Ben to bed. He watched an old DVD and the clock. He woke up when the cat pawed at his thighs. But it wasn't the cat. It was Amy. She was rubbing his crotch and fumbling with the zipper of his slacks. "Hey, big fella," she said, looking at him from beside the recliner. Was her hair tussled? Her lipstick a bit smeared? It was difficult to tell in the dim light of the TV infomercial. She got his pants open and pulled his cock free of his boxers. He was too stunned to say anything. She hadn't been this brazen in a long time. Was she drunk? "How's the other big fella?" She asked. "Not happy to see me?" She wrapped her tongue and lips around him. He squeezed the arms of the recliner and swelled in her mouth. "He is," he said. "It's just been a while." She nodded, rubbing her lips on the shaft of his cock. "It's a good thing I'm so fucking horny then." "That must be damn good coffee." She stood up and removed her clothes. She was naked in just a few motions. "The best," she said and she crawled up his lap and guided his cock into her. "All wet and hot." She was both. She slapped down balls-deep onto him. It almost knocked the breath from him. She laughed as she rocked her hips in little figure eights. He held her thighs and looked up at her luscious body, shining in the light of the television. He couldn't remember her ever being like this. "Suck my titties," she said as she held one to his face. He jerked back for a moment. Was that a lipstick ring around her nipple? He didn't get a second look. She took him by the head and crammed her breast into his mouth. She smelled of coffee, cigarette smoke, perfume, spice, and something else. Sweat. She smelled and tasted of sweat. Was it just hers? Was that Vicki's sweat, rubbed from one tit to another? The image made him grab her hips and start pumping up into her. She grabbed the back of the recliner and tilted her head back so all her grunts and moans could escape. Her big tits bounced against his face and she almost fell off the side of the recliner from the frenzy of her bouncing. He squeezed and spanked her ass. He wanted his cock in it, to feel her plump behind milk his cock of come. He thought she might be up for it. She was so wet that he wouldn't need lube. He was slippery enough to plunge in right now. Then he saw them. The lipstick ring on her nipple and the smell of Vicki's sweat may have been illusions, but the fresh scratch marks on his wife's ass, five on each cheek from where she'd mounted Vicki's face, those were real. He shot hard into her. Her moans were now the moans she'd given at Vicki's apartment. She wasn't bouncing on his cock; she was grinding her cunt on Vicki's chin. His hands were Vicki's hands, squeezing her cheeks as they both came. She fell atop him, knocking the recliner back a bit more. "Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered. He grabbed her shoulders and slapped against her as his come became a hot oil that almost burned him as it escaped. She kept whispering into his ear, or was it her ear? He pumped until he could barely stand to be touched. Vicki walked into his office on their first day back at work. She slapped the letter on his desk. "What's this?" She asked. He looked at it, smiled, and then went back to his schematic. "It looks like a letter of recommendation." "You recommended me for the new housing edition?" "You're more than qualified." Her mouth hung open in disbelief. It was a high-paying job that he could've had without asking. "Even after I - " "Especially after." She searched for words and settled on one. "Why?" "For saving my marriage." "Does Amy - " "No, and I'd like to keep it that way, for a little while at least. Just a secret between the three of us." "Two and a half, really," she said. He smiled. "Yes. Exactly." Harassment LaKeisha Jones could feel Lester Jackson's eyes roving all over the unshackled breasts that protruded beneath her tight T-shirt. As always, she could sense the twisted thoughts that ran around inside that greasy doo-rag-covered, nearly empty skull of his. Today Lester was merely fantasizing about chaining her to that urine stained mattress he kept back in his trailer and doing her doggy style all weekend while he listened to her screams. "Hey, 'Keisha. Looking good today," Jackson offered in a feeble attempt to break the ice. Jackson's icebreaking technique would be no more successful than was the Titanic's. But Jackson was not her main concern today. He was essentially a harmless distraction, despite the increasing creativity of his private fantasies. Her main concern was Willis, who even at this very moment was forcing Tawana to kneel down before him in the stockroom. It would be only seconds before that woman's life was ruined just like all the others (if Willis didn't kill her outright, they way he did Serena Braxton). And Tawana was just a poor single mom, trying to help support her family. She was also a little feeble-minded and consequently unable to defend herself against the all-powerful Henry Willis, long-time foreman of the second shift at the Snake River tire assembly plant and part-time racist cracker rapist with a penchant for dark meat. She remembered Willis' thoughts as he perpetually relived his killing of Serena in what he thought were his private fantasies. How he had followed Serena home from work that day. How she had begged and pleaded with him. How she had told him he could do anything he wanted, that she would never tell. How when he was done, he had actually drunk the blood that ran from her savaged neck. And kissed her eyes as the light faded from them, trying to capture her very soul at the moment of its departure. LaKeisha knew that the drifter they were holding down in the county jail was innocent, that he had never touched Serena, but there was nothing she could do about it yet. It was too soon to reveal her mind-reading powers to the world at large. The drifter would have to wait. The whistle blew for closing time and the workers abruptly departed their posts and headed for the exit gates like lemmings running for the sea. Lester was still looking at her expectantly. "Not tonight, Les. I'm doing my nails." "Man, you are always doing those nails. They look fine, woman. Just the things to scratch a man's back with." "Hey, 'Keish, want to come down to the Blind Pig with us, maybe do a little karaoke, ride a few studs after?" It was Kamika Thomas, surrounded by her usual posse. "Not tonight, 'mika. I have something I gotta do before I can get out of here. You go on ahead." LaKeisha watched as Kamika's group headed for the exits along with everyone one else. Now she had the place to herself for five minutes. No third shift tonight. Not with Dubya's economy tanking like there was no tomorrow. She was all alone. Well, not exactly. Just the three of us, she thought as she headed to the stockroom to take care of business. When she burst through the door, she found Tawana as she knew she would. Kneeling on the floor, the tears streaming down her face, her brown breasts exposed through her torn shirt, with Willis brutally thrusting his rigid organ into her pleading mouth. "I knew I'd find you two lovebirds back here, Willis. Give it up. It's all over. I know all about you and Serena. What you did to her. Where she is." "You fuckin' jigaboo. I shoulda known better than to hire an uppity nigger like you. Well it's all over, all right. For you and your little nappy-headed friend here, that is." LaKeisha hurled herself at him with wild abandon. She struck him head on, knocking his lily white cock clean out of Tawana's mouth. "Run, Tawana," she called, and the Tawana wasted no time in complying. Willis punched her in the back of her head and then in the face, loosening a tooth. She managed to roll out of his grasp and ran out the door, headed for the open woods. Willis hitched up his pants, grabbed the duffle bag sitting by the door that contained his prize "toolkit" and ran after her. She could hear Willis' plodding footsteps, his deep breaths as he chased her further and further into the blackness of the forest. Sure had a lot of speed for a big old fat honky motherfucker, she thought. She never saw the root that tripped her in the dark. She grasped her leg in pain. Her ankle was sprained badly, she knew, but she limped on anyway. She never saw or heard Willis before he tackled her, knocking the breath out of her. Before she found her wind, he had opened the duffle bag, sat on her chest and put the cuffs on her wrists. Soon he had her staked out spread-eagled in an "X" position, her arms above her head. He used a hunting knife to cut her clothes off of her, drawing a thin of blood on her naked tummy as he did so. Soon he removed his own clothes, revealing his still rock hard, frustrated, honky prick, which rose like a wolf howling at the full moon. He sat with all his weight on her stomach, running his thumbs over her large brown nipples, then squeezing her breasts brutally. "I think I'm going to cut these tits off before I'm done. Maybe have you eat the tips. What do you think or that, nigger? "Or maybe I'll just make lampshades from them. They're about the right size. And the old lady says we need to redecorate." He traced the hunting knife around her areolas to emphasis the point, then bent over her. "What do you think of that, bitch?" She could smell his foul breath in her face. Didn't this ofay ever brush his teeth? She could feel the greasiness of his ass as he slid up her torso to shove his huge cock in her mouth. "Suck me good bitch, and maybe I will kill you quickly. And don't do anything nasty, or I will cut you up in pieces very, very slowly and feed them to you one by one." Obediently, she closed her mouth around his thick, crusted organ, running her tongue up and down its length as he began to fuck her face. She gagged as he battered his way down her throat and tried to open herself for him. He pulled out abruptly and lowered his balls into her mouth. "Suck them good, honey, and I will make the end easy for you." She lapped his hairy balls and took them in her mouth one by one, sucking them gently as he moved back and forth on her mouth, holding her head and pressing it into the mossy dirt. Suddenly, he tired of that as well. "Time to split you apart, cunt. I am going to spear you like you have never been speared before." He thrust into her brutally, impaling her on his huge, thick cock. He battered his way in and out of her womb as he bit her breasts and brought the knife up to her throat. She reached into his mind. He was already picturing her severed head, lying in the dirt. It would be all over when he came, LaKeisha knew. He would want to come at the moment of her death. She could feel his body tightening as he pounded into her harder and harder. He was getting close, she knew. The end was getting near. She felt the warmth spread over her body as her ovipositor rose, entering his abdomen in a single thrust at the exact moment he came. She saw the look of surprise on his face as he was instantly paralyzed. She began to pump her eggs into his body cavity, feeling a warm ecstasy as each of her children left her body for its new home. It was a pleasure of a magnitude that could only be dimly imagined by human men. She felt the final throes of orgasm as the last of her children was pumped down her ovipositor to crawl its way into Willis's warm body. She lay beneath him, a contented warm glow suffusing her body. That body had reverted to its true form, and she was easily able to slide her forelegs and hindlegs out of the manacles that held them. She turned Willis over slowly, pawing him with her forelegs, positioning him for the quickening. Her mandibles moved rapidly as she vomited her digestive juices down Willis' throat to prepare the feast for her children. She looked into his still conscious eyes. It would not be easy for him to bear the young of the Eloynai. It never was. He would feel every nip of the grubs as they began to eat his liver, his intestines, his kidneys. He would panic as he realized that he was permanently paralyzed, unable to act or to call out for help. Lying hidden from the others of his kind in this secluded copse, he would feel the grubs eating his muscles, his face, even feel the gradual loss of parts of his mind as they began to feed on his brain. At first they would consume only the cerebral cortex, sparing the vital centers of the lower brain that controlled breathing, heart rate, and, most ironically, sex. If he was lucky, so much of his visual cortex would be eaten that he would not be able to see the larvae as they emerged from his body and began to devour their host from the outside. She assumed her new form. A blonde businesswoman this time. Sexual harassment played no favorites based on ethnicity or class, she knew. She covered her naked body as best she could with the torn remnants of LaKeisha's clothes. Then she reached out to Willis' mind. In some sense, he was aware of his fate, though not of its ultimate magnitude. His eyes stared at the gibbous moon, which would soon fade in the light of dawn. He would have many more nights to watch that moon. Nights of agony and despair. In a way, she felt sorry for Willis. "I guess we're both guilty of sexual harassment in our own way," she told him. She bent down to kiss him gently on the forehead. Then she turned and walked off into the darkness, leaving only the chirping of the crickets to keep Willis company. Harassment Many thanks to wanting2bdesired for first editing and improving this story. Special thanks to Dizzylia for changes that made it better. This talented editor is also an author who writes lesbian stories at the other end of the spectrum from this one. If you enjoy being enflamed in loving sensuality, click on her name and check them out. * "It's quite an ass, isn't it?" Lawson's head snapped around to look at who was speaking just behind his ear in a soft murmur. She was a good-looking woman, although her short-cropped hair and lack of makeup made her look severe. "What did you say?" he said. "I saw you looking at her," said the woman. "You were hypnotized by her ass." Lawson was embarrassed. "I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable," he said. "You didn't bother me," the woman said. "I think her ass is amazing, too. It's not that large, but you can see that under the Spandex it's perfectly round. Her butt is like two globes that have been pushed together. You're probably dreaming about sticking your dick right in between them, but you never will, because you don't know who she is and you're never going to find out." "Hold it!" said Lawson. "I think you better stop talking like that before someone hears you. You are way out of line. I was just admiring her beauty, but what you said is more inappropriate than my thoughts. It happens that I do know her, so that makes your remarks even more offensive." He glared at the woman, and she glared back for a few seconds. "You're lying twice," she finally said with a nasty smile. "You don't know her, and your pants can't hide what you were really thinking." Lawson sneaked a look down and saw a slight bulge at his crotch. His face started to redden from embarrassment, but when he looked up, the woman wasn't there anymore. She was across the room talking to the woman they had been discussing. Oh no! he thought as both women turned to look at him. Why did I say anything to that crazy woman? This can only mean trouble. He saw them separate and resume their workouts. He rushed through his while trying to stay as far as he could from each of them. When he left the club's locker room, he made a beeline for the entrance and avoided looking at anyone. Once he sat down in his car and closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the woman with the amazing butt the next day. The woman who spoke to him had been right about Willow. Her breasts were certainly nice sized -- full and round and perfect for her slim body. But that butt was so unusual that he was sure every man in the club was aware of it. Today he saw why he had never noticed it before. Willow was wearing a nice but loose-fitting flower print dress, and it made her look dowdy. She worked in a different department of his company and on a different floor, but he had recognized her at the club, because he had once been introduced by a friend who was dating her. It might have been in the cafeteria on the first floor or at a company-wide function. He remembered thinking at the time that she was one of those women with a beautiful face attached to a dumpy body. How wrong he had been! Maybe she had no fashion sense, or else she just chose clothes that hid her amazing body. When she got on the packed elevator, he saw her recognize him, too. She quickly turned her head away and looked down as everyone got off on the ground floor. Two nights later, he saw her again at the club, and he saw the foul-mouthed woman with her. It looked like they were friends. He stayed away from them, but he saw both of them looking at him a couple of times. At work, he started seeing Willow more often. After a while it was almost every day, either on the elevator or in the lobby or in the cafeteria. He knew it was too often to be a coincidence, and he worried about it. She stopped averting her eyes and began looking at him until he looked away. It occurred to him that she might be stalking him, but he couldn't think of any reason why. She didn't approach him, either at work or at the club. But her nasty friend did. He had seen her friend enough now to know that she was as voluptuous in her way as Willow, not quite as slim but with great curves. Her figure would have drawn stares, too, except her short haircut and cold expression showed she wasn't interested in anyone's admiration. She came up to him as he was getting off the treadmill a couple of weeks later and said, "Willow might be willing to have sex with you." Lawson, already short of breath, gasped and looked around to see if anyone had heard. "What are you?" he finally whispered, "her pimp?" "You asshole," said the woman. "You'll pay for that." She quickly walked away. A couple of days later, he saw the foul-mouthed woman as he entered the workout space from the locker room. When she saw him, she walked toward him, but he decided he had had enough. He put his hands in front of him as she came closer, and several people around them turned and looked at her. In a controlled voice, he said, "Please don't come any closer. I'm asking you to stay away from me from now on because I'm here to work out, and I don't want to talk to anyone. It's nothing personal." But everyone around them could tell it was, especially when they saw her face fill with fury as she turned around and walked off. The next day, Lawson was sitting in the Starbucks a block from his office sipping his cappuccino and looking at his iPad when someone sat down next to him. He didn't look up, because it got crowded early in the morning, and this happened often. A melodious voice made him raise his face as it said, "Gina is furious at you." It was Willow, and her beautiful face was a few inches away from his. She was smiling and seemed friendly, not mad. But his guard went up immediately. "I'm sorry if your friend is angry, Willow," he said, "but--." "She's my partner," said Willow, "not just a friend." Lawson was confused. "But you were dating Morris," he said. "What?" said Willow. "You're crazy! Oh. I remember now. That was more than five years ago, before I came out. You remember me from then?" "I didn't at first," he said, "but when I saw you at the club, I knew you looked familiar, and then it came to me. Anyway, do you know what your friend has been saying to me?" "Yes," said Willow. "Gina hates men and enjoys embarrassing them whenever she can. I don't like it, but it doesn't mean anything, so I put up with it. But she was telling you the truth yesterday." "I'm sorry," said Lawson, "but even if you two are lovers, it's illegal for her to procure for you." He looked at Willow, and her face seemed to be getting red. "I'm not a prostitute," she said quietly, looking around. "Even if you're not," he said, "I'm not into weird sex like the two of you apparently are. Do you do whatever she tells you to do? Does she like to match you up with men and watch you? Do you get off on that, too.? I don't. I think it's sick." He saw her eyes get moist. "I'm sorry," he said hurriedly, because he didn't want her to start crying. "I have no right to condemn you and Gina. You might think some of the things that turn me on are just as disgusting." "Like wanting to rip my butt open," said Willow, but she said it sadly, not accusingly. "I never said that," he said. "She's the one who came up with that idea. I am not into hurting women. When I have sex, I try to give them as much pleasure as I can. I admit I'm selfish, because the more aroused and excited they are, the more it turns me on." "I'd like to talk to you more," said Willow, "but I've got to get to work. If you want to talk to me, look me up in the company directory and call me." "Wait a second," he said. "There are more than 800 employees, and I don't know your last name." "You can find me if you want to," she said. "Before I go, let me tell you a couple of things. Gina is totally obsessed with my ass. She's an ass aficionado, and she told me she thinks you have a great ass, too. In fact, she's now obsessed with your ass. And one more thing. I've never had anal sex, and I'm never going to, with you or anyone else." She got up and left as he tried to pick his jaw up from the table. I have no idea what just happened, he thought, but she certainly knows how to arouse someone's curiosity. As he walked to his office, he decided that he wouldn't call her because getting involved with her and Gina would lead to nothing but trouble. A couple of hours later, he called her. They met for lunch the next day on a picnic bench in a park a block from the office. They silently unwrapped their sandwiches, and he waited for her to say something. He noticed she was wearing a more flattering outfit than before, and she smelled good. This must be part of their plan, he thought. "I don't know anything about you, Lawson," she began. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "I got dumped a few months ago," he said, "and I'm still not ready to move on. We were together for nearly three years, and I thought, well, you know." "Did she tell you why she dumped you?" asked Willow. "Was it about sex?" That was fast. He didn't want to start talking about his love life, but all of a sudden, that's what he was doing. She seemed genuinely interested in him and even concerned. He tried to hold back, but he found himself spilling his guts to her, even getting close to tears at one point. She gently probed, like an intimate friend, although no friend had ever talked to him like that before. He talked so much that before he realized it, the lunch break was over. She stood up. "I want to say some things to you," she said, and he noticed that her eyes were moist. "But I have to get back. Besides, I want to think some more about what you told me. I'm going to be gone for a few days. Would you meet me here again on Monday?" He nodded dumbly, and she began briskly walking back toward the office. He sat there for a while. He was drained, but for some reason, he felt good. He didn't think about their lunch the rest of the day or that weekend. He worked out at the club Saturday, but he didn't see either Gina or Willow there. He had a date with an old friend Sunday night, and he told her about the meeting with Willow but not what led up to it. His friend said that whether Willow was a professional therapist or not, she had facilitated an emotional cleansing, and that's why he was feeling so good. Monday morning as he was getting ready for work, he took an inventory of his feelings and decided that he was looking forward to seeing Willow. When whey sat on the bench, he spoke first. "I hope I didn't bore you with all my troubles last time," he said. "I was thinking that I don't know much about you, except Gina, of course. Maybe you aren't ready to be as open as I was, but I'd like to know how you decided you were a lesbian." It seemed that Willow had been prepared to talk about him, and the question caught her by surprise, but after a moment of hesitancy, she began telling him about herself. She went into much more graphic detail than he had. She told him that her butt was always at the center of everything that happened to her, and she was sick to death of it, but in a strange way she was scared, too. She was worried that if she didn't have that butt, she had nothing else that anyone would ever pay attention to. From the time she started dating in high school, she found that every man she had any relationship with was thinking of only one thing. She had regular sex with some of them, but she always felt that they were disappointed that she wouldn't let them pay more attention to her butt. Some of them tried to persuade her to have anal sex, but the harder they tried, the more disgusted and scared she was about the idea. After a while, she was a nervous wreck and decided she needed to take a break from dating and find out how to deal with her conflicting emotions. That's when she met Gina. Gina told her plainly and crudely that she was in love with her butt, just like all the men, but she hoped that she could also get to know her as a person. When Willow told her she didn't think she was interested in dating women, Gina persuaded her to take a chance and said there would be no pressure to have sex. Gina's crudeness turned her off, but her openness and honesty about her feelings were refreshing, and once she saw that Gina genuinely cared for her as a person, she warmed up to her. When they finally had sex, it was better than what she had had with any man, and the last two years with her had been happy ones. She said Gina got aroused by using Willow's ass to harass men. Because of her, they had already been banned from four clubs before joining his. They had fights, like any couple, and there were some tensions about sex, mostly because Gina wanted her to participate in anal play, or at least permit Gina to experiment on her. She did let Gina stimulate her anally with a finger and her tongue. But when it came to anything else, she drew the line. After Willow's long recitation, they had only a minute left before they had to leave. "I'm happy, Lawson," said Willow, "but you aren't. I'm not saying that I can help you, because I'm no psychologist, but I want to suggest a few things that I hope will make things better for you. Would that be OK?" "Sure," he said. "Even if I don't agree, I don't think that could hurt." "Would you meet me for dinner after work?" she said. "I don't want to get into a heavy discussion at lunch tomorrow and then have to stop and go back to work." "What about Gina?" he said. "Oh, she's fine with it," said Willow. "If you are free tonight, I'll call her and let her know I'll be home late and why. How about the Denny's across the street from the office at 6?" "Do you see any kind of pattern with your ex-girlfriends?" said Willow after they ordered. "No," he said. "OK, give me the name of one of them, and let me try something," she said. "Lauren," he said. "OK, don't interrupt," she said. "Lauren was good looking and really sweet. Her body really turned you on, and she was warm and loving at first. You seemed to have a lot in common, so you were surprised when she started acting a little weird after you'd been living together for a while. "Even though sex with her had been great from the beginning and you knew exactly how to satisfy her, she wanted to try some different things out with you, and it made you uncomfortable. The more she wanted to experiment, the more you couldn't understand what was wrong. Things were going so well, you thought. Why would she want to change anything? "You started getting into fights over nothing at all, and finally she dumped you. You asked her what went wrong, and she said it was all her fault. You were a really decent guy, and she was some kind of weird chick, and you deserved better than her. You needed someone who valued and respected the great person you were, and she wished she was that woman, but she wasn't. "When she broke up with you, you saw she really took it hard. You wondered why if she thought so much of you, she couldn't stay with you. "OK, now you can talk." "It wasn't exactly like that with Lauren," he said, "but I'm amazed because a lot of what you said was so close. Do you know Lauren?" Willow didn't answer his question. "Now plug the name of another girlfriend into the same story," she said. "Don't say anything, but just think about her and how you broke up. After that, plug in one more name." The waitress brought their food while he was still thinking, and Willow started eating while Lawson was deep in thought with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he stared at her. "My god," he said, "what's wrong with me? You're right. It was like watching the same movie over and over. Once they got to know me, they all wanted to get away from me. I must be some kind of monster." "It IS your fault," said Willow, "but not in the way you think. The easiest way to explain it is that you're a plain vanilla guy, but you're attracted to girls who are out on the edge, especially when it comes to sex. They can't help liking you, because you're decent and so different from most of the guys they've been with. "But we all want to improve our men. Even though you satisfy them, they want to explore more exciting sex with you. But you're not an explorer. You don't want to take chances or get uncomfortable. The way you look at it is, if it isn't broken, why fix it? After a while, they realize that they can have a happy, humdrum life with you or take a chance on crashing and burning to find someone more exciting. "A lot of girls would be perfectly happy in a long-term relationship with someone like you. Despite my being with Gina, I'm really more of a plain vanilla type of girl. Maybe because of my butt, I never attracted that kind of guy. Your trouble is, you're not drawn to girls who are compatible with you. For some reason, you go for the wild ones. "These girls may tone things down for you at first, but eventually, they can't hide who they really are -- from you or from themselves." "It sounds good, but I don't think you're right," said Lawson. "You're making it sound like sex is routine and mechanical for me. I told you that I am willing to do lots of things to pleasure my partner, because it matters to me that she is satisfied, even before I'm satisfied." "Yes," said Willow, "but would you believe these women wanted you to think only of yourself sometimes. They would have been happy if you had occasionally acted like a caveman and used them as a sex object. That can be exciting sometimes. Gina is usually gentle and totally involved in giving me as many orgasms as possible, but sometimes she just takes me and does whatever she wants with me. And when she does, I go nuts." "Except if she tries to do what she really wants with your ass," he said. "That's different," said Willow. "Maybe someday I can bring myself to prove how much I really love her by letting her do that, but right now, it still feels perverted and degrading to me, and I just can't seem to get over that." "Why should you?" Lawson said. "It IS perverted and degrading. I hope you never give in." "Why should you care?" she said. "I don't care," he said. "It's your business. But for some reason, I just feel that would be wrong for you." "What about you, Lawson?" she said. "If you really cared for someone, would you let her do things like that to you." "You mean like stick things in my ass?" he said. "No thank you. I would never do anything like that in a million years. Even thinking about it makes me feel like throwing up." "Gina really likes your ass," said Willow. "And she'd love to do things to it, especially things that would humiliate you. What if I paid you to let her play with you? How much money would it take? They say that everything has a price." "They're probably right," he said. "But the price for me to do that would be so high that I don't think you could afford it. Right now I'm thinking even a million dollars wouldn't be enough. I'm sure you could eventually get me to cave for some hundreds of thousands. So is that what you want to do, turn me into a prostitute?" "Even if that's what I wanted, you're right that your ass is way too expensive for me," she said with a laugh. "Gina's idea was to let you have sex with me. Are you interested in that at all." "Honestly, Willow," he said, "you may think I'm Mr. Plain Vanilla, but all this kinky stuff has me so aroused that I'm going to have to make an adjustment before I stand up. What red-blooded man wouldn't want that? But everything else you're saying is just too bizarre for me to deal with. I'm sure you can find someone else to take your deal." Harassment "You're the one Gina's stuck on," said Willow. "It's because you work out a lot and you've got big, strong glutes. I'm also turned on when I watch you, especially when you wear tight outfits. I think I like your butt as much as Gina, maybe as much as you like mine. I don't believe in open relationships, so I'm only offering myself because I love Gina. But I have to be honest. It wouldn't be a chore to make love to you." "I guess I'm flattered," he said. "I don't know what else to say." "I'll only say one other thing to you, Lawson," she said, and she took one of his hands in hers and held it. "I hope you find the right girl for a long and happy life together. "And I know you'll be a great father. Gina and I have been talking about adopting, and I'm so excited. I'd like to have a child of my own, but I don't want to become pregnant by a test tube, so adopting looks like the best way. "You need to find one of those wonderful girls out there who are dying to meet someone like you and stay away from those wild ones you seem to be attracted to. Or --." She paused. "Or what?" he said. "Or maybe you could think about taking a little walk on the wild side to see if it might open your mind to new ideas. It won't really change who you are deep down. I know you're always going to be the decent, caring person you are right now. When I moved from men to women, I was surprised that I was exactly the same person. Maybe you'd like to try some different flavors to see if there's anything you like besides vanilla. If you decide to give it a try, I'm willing to help you." "Thanks, Willow," he said while thinking that Gina would probably be even more willing. "I think you really do want to help me." "Yes," she said, "as long as you realize that I have that ulterior motive I told you about. You remember, don't you?" He didn't say anything as he looked down at his hand in hers. "Don't you?" she repeated. "Yes, of course," he said. She got up. "I've enjoyed getting to know you, Lawson," she said. "I think it would be best for both of us now if we stayed away from each other. I'm sure I'll see you around. Goodbye." He looked down at the table and saw that she had left money to pay for both of them. He started to grab it and run after her, but then he sat down again slowly and stared into his coffee cup. He didn't see her around the office for a few weeks and only once at the club, when an appointment made him go a different time than he usually did. He guessed they were avoiding him. He dated a couple of new girls who were nice but didn't click with him, and he didn't think about Willow and Gina for a few months. Then he saw Willow again in the lobby, and as they got on the elevator, she said, "Hello, how have you been?" "Fine," he said. "How about you?" "Great," she said as she got off. "See you." His eyes followed her as she walked out of the elevator. She was not wearing her usually baggy outfit but a dress so tight that it looked painted on. He didn't see a panty line either, but he and everyone else in on the elevator did see every movement of Willow's amazing ass as she left, because she was really swinging it as she walked slowly away. Is she putting on a show for me? he thought as the doors closed. He did see her again in the cafeteria two weeks later. She was across the room, and he was eating with friends, but when he saw her wearing another tight outfit, he lost track of the conversation, because he began thinking about their last conversation. Only a friend waving a hand in front of his face brought his mind back to where he was. In the following two weeks, there were six more Willow sightings, and he knew by then they weren't accidental. Only twice were they close enough to talk, and each time, all she said was a pleasant, generic greeting. But each time he saw her, he thought more about when they had talked. One morning, he was in the middle of something important and found he couldn't concentrate. He picked up the phone, called her and asked her to dinner. She agreed without hesitation. It was at the same Denny's as before. When he arrived, he saw her sitting at the same table as before, too. She greeted him and asked him why he wanted to see her. She knows exactly why, he thought. "I've been thinking about what you told me, and I might be ready to do something weird, like you suggested," he said, wondering if she would be offended by the word "weird." But instead, she picked up on a different word. "Might?" she said. "Yes," he said. "I would need to know more about what you're talking about. Can you give me specifics?" "This is not one of your work projects, Lawson," she said "and I'm not going to give you a timeline. But to give you an idea of how weird it will be, I'll tell you that Gina will be participating." "What?" he said. "No way." "I won't do it unless she's there," said Willow. "She'll be filming the whole thing." "No," he said. "I can't do that." "She's obsessed with my ass and your ass," said Willow, "and she has to be there. Remember, I'm doing this for her." "So you don't have any interest at all in having sex with me?" he said. "I was about to say making love, but this is about as far from making love as you can get." "You're right about that," she said, "but you're wrong about my interest. Sure, the most important thing for me is Gina, because she's the woman I love. But I like you, and I promise I'll try to drive you out of your mind with lust and then satisfy you using everything in my power. "Tell me more," he said. "We'll do it at our apartment, and the room will be lit up for the video. Before we start, all three of us will get naked. We both like the natural look, but if you are one of those men who gets excited by girls who are hairless, I can shave for you." "No, you don't need to do that," he said. She's already assuming I'm going to do it, he thought. I should tell her I haven't decided yet. But all he could say was, "When?" "Three weeks from this Friday night," she said, and he noticed that her voice had gone up to a higher pitch and she was talking faster. She's really excited about this, he thought, much more than I am. "It will be after work," she said, "and we're going to treat you to dinner first. But not at Denny's. I'm going to select a really fancy restaurant, so you need to wear a coat to work that day." "You don't need to do that," he said. "I'm not doing this for any kind of payment." "I know that, Lawson," she said. "But this is going to be a special occasion, and we're going to celebrate first. But only one bottle of wine for the table, because we all want to be wide awake and have all our senses sharp for later." Lawson started seeing them at the club again, and each time they were there, Gina approached him. She didn't insult him anymore, but she did talk about Willow. This time it was about her arms and legs, not her butt. "Do you see how much she can squat?" she asked one time. "Her legs are much stronger than they look. If she got them locked around your neck, she could snap it in two." Another time, she told him, "Willow has a big wingspan for her size. Her arms are like boa constrictors. See how long and powerful they are. They could squeeze you so tight you'd pass out." The remarks went on like this each time, always about how dangerous Willow's arms and legs were and always with violent images. He wondered if Willow knew what her friend was telling him. The dinner was as strange as he thought it was going to be. He sat on one side of the table, and Gina and Willow sat facing him. None of them said much, but all three of them fidgeted a lot and looked at each other. When Gina looked at him, he saw she could barely hide her expression of disgust. Willow had warned him a few days ago that she had hated men for so long that the expression was automatic, and she didn't mean anything by it, but that didn't make him feel any more comfortable. He decided Willow was the most nervous of the three of them. She looked from him to Gina and smiled, but he saw the smile was forced. They mostly ate their food in silence, but the closer they came to the end of the meal, the more he was disturbed by looking at Willow. He could see that she was getting more upset and her shoulders were shaking as she tried to keep herself from breaking down. What is going on here? he thought. A couple of weeks ago, she was all enthusiastic, but tonight it's like she's scared to death. Then the waiter brought a pastry to the table although they hadn't ordered dessert. In the middle of the pastry was a candle, and the candle was lit. The waiter set the pastry in front of Gina. "Happy birthday to you," began Willow in a quavering voice and waved to Lawson to sing with her. She sang loudly, but she couldn't hide the tear in her voice. He joined in and tried to be enthusiastic, but he was having a hard time. His mind was reeling. After Willow and Gina got up and embraced each other, Willow said, "Happy birthday, honey," and sat down. The waiter asked if they wanted to share the dessert or order others. Willow said, "Yes, please bring us two more of the same. It looks delicious. And some coffee, too." As soon as the waiter left, Lawson leaned over and hissed at Gina. "Now, I understand what this is all about, you bitch," he said. "Willow doesn't want to do this, but you've found a way to force her to do it for your birthday. I thought you loved her. You're nothing but a selfish bull dyke who gets off on using and degrading her girlfriend. You make me sick." "You don't know what you're talking about, you pig," Gina said in a loud whisper. "You're disgusting," he said. "You've got some kind of hypnotic hold on Willow, and I feel sorry for her. You're worse than a pig. Anyone with an ounce of human decency wouldn't force her to do this." "I'm not forcing her to do anything," hissed Gina, and her voice was loud enough that some heads turned. While Lawson and Gina were going at it, they didn't notice that Willow was getting more and more agitated. "Stop it!" she screamed, and she jumped up and ran to the ladies room. They didn't say a word to each other while she was gone. When she came back to the table, she didn't sit down. In a tight voice, she said that she had paid the bill and canceled the desserts and coffee and she'd like to leave now. While they were waiting for their cars at the valet stand, she motioned to Lawson to follow her a few steps down the sidewalk and then turned to face him. "Gina is totally right about you," she said. "I thought you were a decent man, but you had no right to speak to her like that. You deserve everything that any girlfriend has ever done to you and a lot worse. How dare you say that Gina is forcing me to do this? Yes, it's her birthday present from me. She had a fantasy when she saw you at the gym, and I was trying to make her fantasy come true. "I admired your bravery in agreeing to let her watch us, and I was hoping I could convince you to let loose and really go wild with us. It was all my idea to give her a special present to show how much I love her. I thought you were a wonderful man, and I was looking forward to doing some special things for you later to make up for any discomfort we would cause you. "But you had to spoil everything. I hate so much now that I wish I could hurt you for what you did. But I won't have the chance, because I can tell you're going to back out. This evening is shot." Lawson looked at her angry face, much different from the frightened face she had in the restaurant just a few minutes earlier. He was confused. "I hear you, Willow, but I think you're hiding something," he said. "I could tell you were unhappy when I got here tonight, and you kept getting more and more unhappy. What's going on?" "Whatever you're imagining, I don't care," she said, and he noticed she avoided his gaze. "Just stay away from Gina and me from now on. I wish I could hurt you so much that you'll never forget how you hurt her." She stopped talking and glared at him. "Our car is here, Willow," said Gina. Willow went back to Gina and got in the car. Before she went around to the driver's side, Gina walked up to him and snarled. "I don't suppose we'll ever see each other again," she said. "That would be the best birthday present you could give me." She got in the car and drove off. Lawson saw that Willow was looking down at her lap. His car arrived a few minutes later, and when he drove off, he headed for home. He was a few blocks from his apartment when he made a U-turn and drove to the address Willow had given him. He parked the car in a guest space in their garage and came to the front door just as a couple was leaving. He walked in and took the elevator to the 12th floor and stood outside their apartment listening. They were talking inside, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He knocked on the door. When Willow opened it, she first looked surprised and then scared. "What are you doing here?" she said. "You heard what I told you at the restaurant. I hate you. Get out of here before I do something." "I came to apologize," he said. "I felt so bad for you at dinner that I made a stupid mistake." He saw Gina come up behind her. "Gina, I didn't have any right to say those things to you, and I hope you forgive me. I know you don't like me, and you probably never will, but I don't hate you. I'm here like I promised, ready for you to watch us and film us. "No," said Willow. He saw she was still highly agitated. "It's too late." "No it isn't," he said, pushing her back as he walked in. "I insist. And when I leave, I promise I will never bother you or Gina again." When he entered the apartment, he saw the bed had been brought into the living room and lights were set up all around it. Willow started to say something, but Gina put her fingers over Willow's mouth and took her arm and pulled her into the bedroom. He sat down on a chair and looked at the floor. A spirited discussion went on for five minutes in the bedroom before things got quiet, and then they both came back. Willow didn't say anything, and Gina began talking. "We're all going to take our clothes off now," she said. "Please hand all your clothes to Willow. She'll fold them and put them here on the coffee table." Gina began walking around and turning on lights, which were on high stands. Soon the room was so bright, Lawson was squinting. He began to take off his clothes slowly, and when he looked over at Willow, she was taking off her clothes slowly and staring at him. He squinted to see her face. She didn't look angry anymore, but she wasn't smiling. Gina walked up to him totally naked. She was so close, they were practically touching, and she was smiling at him, but not a friendly smile. She took a couple of steps back and watched him undress. Then she began walking around him. He saw her looking up and down his body when she was in front of him. The second time she circled him, she stopped behind him and didn't move. He turned his head and saw that she was squatting down behind him, and her head was close to his buttocks and it was nodding up and down and smiling. She stood up and moved in front of him again. "You've got quite a butt, Lawson," she said. "Do you want to check it out, Willow?" "No," said Willow quietly. "Lawson, you can check me out now if you want," said Gina, "but you'd probably rather examine Willow." "That won't be necessary," said Lawson. "Let's get this over with." "OK, if that's what you want," said Gina. "Willow, lie down on the bed on your back, and Lawson, you get on top of her." Willow lay down, and for a moment, Lawson's eyes were shielded from the light and he saw her face. She was looking at him with frightened eyes and gritting her teeth. Then she screamed. "What are you doing?" she said. "We never talked about that. I know you want to destroy my body, so go ahead. You can be as brutal as you want, and Gina won't stop you." Lawson lifted his head up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I warned you that what really turns me on is pleasuring a woman, and even though you want me to rape you, I'm here to give you as many orgasms as I can. Now let me get back to work." The room was quiet for a while as his mouth worked between her legs. He didn't look up, but he felt Gina's breath. Her face was right next to his as she watched him silently. Then the silence was broken, and Willow began coming apart. "No, no, no," she said and kept repeating it over and over like a mantra. Her body began squirming and then it began shaking. In another minute, it was lifting in the air and then slamming back down onto the bed violently as she alternately screamed and took quick breaths. Gina tapped him on the shoulder and whispered into his ear. "You've got to stop," she said. "She's exhausted. You must have been a lesbian in a previous life." When he stopped, Willow's panting gradually slowed until she was finally breathing close to normal. She lay flat on the bed staring straight up with her arms and legs spread wide and her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. She didn't say a word. Gina spoke. "OK, Lawson," she said, "I hope you didn't wear her out. Now you need to get on top of her. I see she doesn't need to arouse you. " As Lawson moved up her body, Willow brought her legs back until her knees were bent, and then she guided him slowly into her. She felt so good that he held his breath to try to prolong the feeling. Once he was in her, both her hands reached for his head, and she pulled his face to hers and thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth. She put her arms around him and held him tightly for a while, and then she let him loose. Gina was right about those arms, he thought. She almost squeezed the breath out of me. He felt her hands reach down and touch his buttocks. She began massaging them lightly. Then she pressed harder and began kneading them. Finally, she began grabbing pieces of him, gently at first, but then so hard he cried out. She grabbed and released and grabbed again and again. Then she stopped and gave him a stinging slap on each rear cheek. "What are you waiting for," she said. "Come on and give it to me." He lifted himself on his arms and began moving slowly in and out of her. His face was inches from hers, and he looked at her. Whatever hatred or any other emotion she had was now gone, replaced by a look of pure lust. She began to move with him, and she set the pace. She kept it slow for a long time, and he could tell by her moans that she was coming again. Then her arms pulled him down to her so he collapsed onto her chest and her breasts were squeezed against him. His head was facing the pillow behind her left shoulder. It didn't affect the movement of his lower body, and now she took control with her legs. She raised them and wrapped them around him, and each time he came down, her legs pulled hard against him and increased his speed. Soon he was slamming into her so hard that the bed was shaking, and she began moaning as another orgasm began. Then he lost control, and his lower body began moving so fast it was a blur. Still, her legs were able to match his movements to make his pounding even more powerful. When he came, he heard himself screaming out a strange, animal sound that he had never made before. Once he had finished, she wrapped her legs around him. They held his lower body as tightly as her arms held his chest against her breasts. His head was still facing the pillow behind her left shoulder. He felt her remove one of her arms from around his back, although the other one still held him tightly against her. Then he felt her hand on the back of his head, pulling it against him. Their cheeks were now touching, although he couldn't see her because his face was pressed into the pillow and she was facing up. Harassment After he caught his breath, he said, "OK, Willow, you can let me go now." He waited, but she didn't move. For a second, he panicked. Was she breathing? Yes, she was. Then he felt the wetness. It was pouring down his cheek. Someone was pouring something on him. Ugh. What was happening? He tried to move his head, but Willow's hand was pressing it into the pillow, so he couldn't. Some of the liquid went into his mouth. It was salty. Then he felt Willow's breasts rising and falling as they pressed his chest, and he heard something very faint. He strained his ears to hear better. He heard Willow crying and then realized the wetness was her tears running down her face and onto his. "What's wrong, Willow?" he said as loud as he could talking into the pillow. "Why are you crying? Let go of me." Through her sobs, Willow began speaking. "I'm so sorry, Lawson," she said. Her breasts pushed against him as she gasped. "Please don't say anything. I think this will be easier for you if you just concentrate on listening to me and try to shut everything else out. I know you won't succeed completely, but try as hard as you can." "What, what's happening?" he yelled. "What are you doing to me?" "That's not me, Lawson," she said. "It's Gina. She's squirting a lot of lubricant into you with a big syringe. Try to focus on my voice, not on what she's doing. I want to help you through this. Don't waste your energy struggling. I know I can control you in this position. I've practiced with Gina, and I think she's stronger than you. "Please listen. I'm so sorry. I was going to talk to you about this and get you to agree. But all day, I've been having second thoughts, and I was feeling horrible during dinner. I was getting ready to call it off, and then you said those terrible things to Gina, and you made me so angry that I forgot what I wanted to do. "Try to focus on me, Lawson. She's going to fool around with your ass, because -- because I gave it to her for her birthday. I know I had no right to, and all I can promise you is that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you somehow. "I can tell she's starting to push those balls on a string into you. I feel your discomfort and your humiliation. I can feel your body trying to escape, and I can hear your groans. Horrible thoughts must be going through your mind right now. I'm so sorry. "Listen to me, Lawson, and don't think about her. When I was in the ladies room, I calmed down and came up with another idea. When we were in the parking lot, I would verbally abuse you so badly that you wouldn't follow us home. I thought my plan had worked right up to the time you rang the doorbell. You kept your promise like the honorable man you are. I wish you weren't so damn honorable. "I didn't want to let you in, but you insisted. I didn't want to go ahead, but then Gina took me aside and told me what I didn't want to hear. She said that I knew as well as she did that you would never agree to this. She said I knew all along that I would have to trick you, because that was the only way I could give her what I had promised her. She offered to send you home if I would swear that she was wrong. But I had to admit that she was right and I had been lying to myself. "To my everlasting shame, I had promised you to her. It's not her fault. All she did was tell me how much she hated you and that she'd love to humiliate you and make you her bitch. I'm making her fantasy come true now by holding you with my arms and legs like this so she can do things to your ass "I could still have broken my promise to her -- even a few minutes ago -- and chosen to save you, but I didn't. And it's not because I'm angry at you, Lawson. I pretended to believe that, but it's just another lie that I told myself. Oh, I feel you flinching every time she pulls one of those balls free. Hold on, Lawson. I'll help you get you through this. "Remember when I told you to find a plain vanilla girl like me? What a lie! I'm worse than any of your girlfriends. They all felt bad when they dumped you, because they knew you were a better man than they deserved. I know that, too, but I'm repaying your trust with pure evil. "I kept looking for another man I could hire for Gina's birthday gift, but all the ones who would agree to what she wanted to do were scary or disgusting. So I started parading myself in front of you again, trying to suck you back into my scheme. You were helpless against an evil and devious mind like mine. "That's a large dildo she's pushing in now. Don't worry about the video, because I'm holding your head down, so no one will know who you are. Yes, I've got cameras on tripods shooting from all directions. They're behind the lights, so you don't see them. "My god, that thing is long! Gina told me that men are deep enough, but I still don't believe it. She's not allowed to force it and make you bleed. Oh, your body is going all jerky. You can't handle it. There, it's all the way in. It won't get any worse now until she starts pulling it out. "I hear you crying. I think that's good, but try not to overdo it because you could get dehydrated. Oh no. I can't stand your screams. She's pulling it out carefully, but it must still feel awful. I'm so sorry. "OK, try to catch your breath. The strap-on dildo Gina is putting on now is not as long or as wide as that thing, so it should be a little easier for you. Gina wants you on your back now, so I'm going to carefully roll you over and lie down on top of you. There. I'm going to let go of you with my arms and legs now, because I can tell you're too worn out and weak to try to resist any more. Now I'm going to get off of you. "Gina is enjoying the look on your face. And that's why she's waving that thing in front of your face. I don't know how she can hate you so much. You're such a nice man. I wish you weren't so nice and gullible and plain vanilla. Look over here to me and don't watch her as she lifts your legs up and sticks her dildo into you. She's going to put your legs on her shoulders and bend you back while she does you because she thinks that's the most degrading position of all of them and it will really humiliate you. "I'm adjusting the camera so it won't see your face. Oh my god! I knew this would be horrible for you, but had no idea how bad it would look when it actually happened. You look so devastated. You are whimpering like a baby. It's absolutely disgusting. No, you're not disgusting. I'm the one who's a sick, disgusting excuse for a human being. All the things I said -- I'm so sorry. I'm worse than any name you could call me. "She's finally getting off you, so try to gather some strength. She's almost done. There's only one thing left. Yes, she's putting her fingers in you, Lawson. I'm sorry. I have to turn away. I can't watch this. But please look over here at me and try to relax as much as you can. I think she's stretched you enough so that it doesn't hurt too much. Oh my god! You sound like a wounded animal. "Gina told me that in a week or two you'll be as good as new, but that doesn't help you now. There's that sound again! I'm going to force myself to look. Oh no! It looks awful. Her whole hand is inside, and your face is twisted in horror. She's degraded you so badly that your eyes are hollow. She's turned you into an insect. You can't even look at me. "Hold on just a little longer, because it's going to be hard when she pulls her hand out. I told her that her hands were large for a woman, and if she ripped anything, I would never talk to her again. So she's going to be extra careful. Oh, that scream stabbed me in the heart. I wish I were dead, Lawson. But at least it's all over for you. "Let me get a cloth from the bathroom. I'll dampen it and try to soothe your face a little. There. You're lying there and making pathetic little sounds like a dog who's been kicked. I'm the one who reduced you to this. I will never forgive myself. "Oh at last! I can see you are becoming more alert. Do you want me to help you sit up? No? I know it must be painful whenever you move. When you're ready to get up, please do it very carefully. Gina, remember what you promised. You need to go over there at the other end of the room and sit on the chair. And don't move, no matter what happens." As Lawson staggered to his feet, he looked at Willow sitting on the bed. Then he saw Gina sitting and looking at him. Her face was beet red. He looked back at Willow as he steadied himself, then he took a step toward her, pulled his right arm back and swung it as hard as he could manage. He had enough strength left that his slap across Willow's face knocked her across the bed. As he hit her, the pain made her cry out. Gina jumped up from her chair. "No, Gina!" yelled Willow, sitting up quickly. "Sit back down and don't move." She looked at Lawson expectantly. He stared at her with a face twisted in hatred. He got ready to swing again. He lifted his arm up, but then he froze. She waited a moment and then said, "Go ahead, Lawson. I want you to hurt me as much as you want to. Do whatever you want to me. I have to pay for Gina's birthday present. I didn't tell her how much it would cost me, because she wouldn't have accepted. Don't be angry at her. I'm the one who arranged all of this, and I knew it would be expensive. Now I have to pay for what I just did to you. I know you aren't a violent person, and you would never hurt a woman, but I'm not a woman, I'm a monster. "The only way I can pay for Gina's present is for you to do horrible things to me, as horrible as what I did to you. Whatever you want, you can do it. Whatever terrible revenge you take, I know it will be less than I deserve for what I did to you. "You can do what Gina did to you. And I've thought of some things that are even worse than what she did. I'll be glad to tell you my ideas. It's your turn now, Lawson." While she was speaking, he stared at her in horror. What kind of woman was this? How had he ever believed she was normal? He looked around and saw his clothes on the coffee table. Slowly and methodically, he put them on and walked out without looking at either of them. They must have quit his club, because he never saw them there again. He didn't see Willow at work for three months, and one day, he wondered whether she had quit. He called her extension, and when she picked up, he hung up. He felt stupid because he was sure she knew who had called. Eventually, he did see her as he was coming into the lobby one morning. As soon as she saw him, she spun around and went out the entrance. This happened twice in six months. Exactly six months from Gina's birthday party, he came to work and found a voice mail on his phone from Willow. "Hi Lawson," her voice said. "I wanted to give you some space, but I have to remind you that I never paid for what I did. Take as long as you want to decide. Like I told you, I've got some ideas for you because your mind may not be sick enough. Remember, I'll do whatever you want. Just call me. "I heard through my spies that you've been dating a couple of really nice girls in the last few months, and that makes me happy. I wish you a wonderful life. I know you don't care, but mentally I'm in a weird place. I don't think I can ever get over what I did to you, but I know I'll feel a lot better once I pay my debt. That's all. Sorry to bother you. But don't forget to call when you're ready. Bye." He called her at work on the morning of Gina's birthday, and when she heard him say hello, she sounded happy. "I'm so glad to hear from you, Lawson," she said. "Today is certainly an appropriate day. Do you want us to come over to your place tonight, or would you rather do it at our apartment. We can set up the video cameras for you, if you like, so you can take home a souvenir. Do you want both of us there, or just me?" "I just want you tonight," he said. "I'll come over to your place." "That will be great," she said. "And you're absolutely right that it doesn't have to be only tonight -- as many nights as it takes, it's all up to you. Anyway, I want to thank you. You might think it's strange, but you've made my day." When she ushered him into their apartment, he saw that it was set up the same way it had been a year ago, including the lights. He saw the cameras on the tripods. "Before we begin, I'd like to sit down at the kitchen table and explain a few things," he said. "Sure," she said. "I understand. I'm looking forward to hearing what you've got in mind." When they sat down, he looked at her silently for a few minutes. She seems so happy, he thought. She just can't wait to be degraded. Finally, he spoke. "I'm sorry, Willow," he said, "but I can't help you. I hope this is the last time I will ever talk to you, and if I see you at the office, it will definitely be by accident. I'm not going to take revenge on you. I can tell you're disappointed, but I've thought about it, and I can't do it." Her face began to cloud. "What's wrong, Lawson?" she said. "I know you hate me, so something is holding you back. I can help you get through it. You know you need to do this to get closure." "No, I don't," he said, "but I think you do, Willow. And you know what? I'd actually like to help you get this behind you. I wish I knew how. But I just can't go for the revenge business." "Damn it, Lawson," she said. "This is just like all your relationships that went sour. You are wimping out. That's why those women used you and then dumped you. You've got to change or you'll never be happy. This will be liberating for you. Let me help you." He saw her starting to cry, and then blurted out what he had sworn to himself he would never say to her. "Damn it yourself, Willow," he said. "OK, I'm going to tell you something really sick. You're right about me. I'm hopeless. And this will make you laugh. You know the real reason I can't do anything to you? It's because I'm in love with you. Did you hear me? Isn't that the stupidest thing you ever heard?" As he said this, he looked at her, and saw her mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. Her eyes were wide, and she looked like she was in shock. Then he saw her nostrils flare and without warning she swung her hand at his face and slapped him so hard he nearly fell over. The sound of it was like a gunshot, and he was so startled that he yelled, "Ow!" "I'm sorry I had to do that, Lawson," she said. "What you said was just too sick. You need to snap out of whatever has gotten into you. Please don't tell me you liked what Gina did to you and you want more. I never figured you for a masochist." Lawson laughed a bitter laugh. "You're so right, Willow," he said. "I told you I'm sick. After everything you did to me, I should hate you. I tried to deny it to myself for a long time, but finally I said, to hell with it. I admit it. I'm a pathetic loser, and that's all there is to it. So goodbye." He stood up. "Oh no!" she screamed at him. "You're not going anywhere. You can't say that to me. That's not fair. I told you that you could do anything you wanted to my body, but I didn't give you permission to torture my mind like this. Sit down. You can't leave here until I show you how you're deluding yourself." "What are you talking about, Willow?" he said. "I know my own mind. I know I disgust you, but you'll never see me again. I don't wish anything bad on you. I hope you and Gina have a wonderful life together." "Shut up!" she screamed. "Don't talk like that. You can't be in love with me. You have to see that." "Why can't I?" he said. "Why does that bother you so much? Your mind is so weird, but thanks to you and Gina, I think I can handle anything now, no matter how bizarre. So tell me why you are so upset." "I can't tell you," said Willow. "I can't tell you, because -- because I just can't tell you." "Now you're pathetic," he said. "You and Gina are so twisted that you've twisted yourselves into a pretzel. And you've got some dirty secret that you won't tell me. "Maybe it has something to do with my revenge. Why are you so anxious for me to mortify you? Are you and Gina looking forward to watching the videos together. Is that going to spice up your love life? What weird thing are you hiding from me this time? "You said you're willing to do whatever I want. OK, here's what I want. I want you to tell me your sick secret right now. I can see you're too scared to tell me, so I know I've asked you for the one thing you'll never give me. Am I right? Now I'm going to leave." "No! No!" Willow screamed. "You can't go. That's not fair. You can't do that." She broke down and began sobbing. Lawson sat looking at her without saying a word. She cried for what seemed to him a half-hour, although it was only a few minutes. She kept looking at him through her tears, as if she was waiting for him to take pity on her. It took all his strength to keep a blank expression on his face and say nothing. "All right," she finally said. "You are the most horrid man I've ever met. I'll tell you truth. You can't be in love with me, because I'm in love with you. That's driving me crazy, but I'm working on dealing with it. But if you are in love with me -- and I know you're not -- I'm ready for the insane asylum." The next three months were hell for him. Willow had told him not to call her or try to get in touch in any way. He felt like he was mourning her. She was with him every day in his thoughts, and he had to keep reminding himself she was gone for good. Slowly he began to pull his way out of his pit of despair. He forced himself to keep dating. The first few dates were disasters, until he decided that he was going to have to act happy around other people or he'd make them as miserable as he was. Then Gina called. He was shocked to hear her voice. All she said before she hung up was, "It's Gina. Willow's yours. You can call her." They were married six months later. Gina was the proud maid of honor who cried more than the bride. One night on their honeymoon, they had too much champagne, and Willow asked him how he would feel if she ever cheated on him with Gina. He said that he didn't want to ever hear about such a thing -- and only once a month maximum. "You idiot," she said. "I'll never cheat on you with any man or woman, even though I owe Gina so much. Think about it. She's the one who brought us together -- twice." Gina remained her friend, and Willow spoke to her every day until Gina met someone at her new club whose body looked amazingly similar to Willow's. The daily calls became weekly calls and then monthly calls. Every year they celebrate Gina's birthday, without Gina, at the same fancy restaurant where they were with her. During their meal, Lawson always makes a toast to the strange and wonderful night that brought them together. Each year, Willow performs another ritual. After the waiter leaves the dessert menus, she says to Lawson, "Why don't we skip the dessert and go home. You've made me the happiest woman in the world, but I still need to pay my debt for the most evil thing I've ever done in my life. Tonight, I want you to force your large thing into my ass for the first time and ravage it until I bleed. I want you to go down the list I've made of all the things that would hurt and humiliate me and check them off one by one as you do them to me. Until you do that, I can never be sure that you really love me." Each year Lawson listens to this recital with a smile on his face. Then he says, "Thank you, Honey. That sounds so exciting, but tonight I'm more in the mood for dessert." Then they order. While Willow and Lawson mostly socialize with other couples, she also sees her old lesbian pals, and sometimes the two of them are the only straight people at one of her old friend's parties. Whenever that happens, Lawson is the center of attention. As the women gather around him, one of them usually says something like, "I saw what you did to steal Willow away from Gina. I can't believe any normal man would endure something like that for the woman he loves. You are like a knight from the Middle Ages." Harassment Lawson always laughs. At first he told Willow that he wished Gina would stop showing the video to everyone, but Willow reminded him that she had edited the birthday present and destroyed the original files. His face doesn't appear anywhere on the video, so unless the women ever see him naked, they will never know for sure that Gina is telling the truth. Eventually, he decided to go along with Gina's version of the birthday party -- that he was proving his love for Willow. Sometimes the truth is harder to explain than fiction. Harassment Backlash Ch. 01 Judy pulled or rather jerked out that stubborn bottom file cabinet drawer. She hated doing that right in front of Wendy desk. There was always some kind of sexist remark. Lifting out the file folder, she stood up checking the contents. "Nice show, but you forgot to close the drawer honey. Of course we both know why, you're just looking for an excuse to shimmy and shake those sexy buns for me again." Judy ignored her remark and got down on one knee this time to close the drawer but that exposed her thigh nearly to the panty line. "Damn it" she whispered below her breath, she didn't think the mini dress would creep up that much. Darlena insisted that she wear revealing clothes to work. She wanted people to enjoy and envy her great body; share the wealth visually anyway she always said. "Oh wow, exposing that luscious black shank now. What's next honey, a complete strip tease? I'm getting so hot." Judy got up glancing icily at her tormentor but said nothing and returned to her desk. Wendy was her boss, sort of that is. She'd been with the company six years and at twenty-four was five years older. An out of the closet lesbian, she made sexual remark every day. Judy hadn't told her that she was BI and enjoying a sexual relationship with a married couple. It was none of her business but maybe if she knew, the harassment would stop. She would talk to Darlena and John again as soon as she got home. "What's the matter Ebony dear," Wendy continued, "are we not talking today?" "I have work to do and I told you before that I'm tired of your innuendoes. You don't know if I'm a lesbian and even if I was, why should I be interested in doing it with you?" "I know you're 'a sister' honey. I've never been wrong yet and what's wrong with me? Look at me," she stood up and turned three hundred and sixty degrees. "I'm not voluptuous like you are of course but I've got a nice firm body. You got perky tits and mine are well ... bigger. You're black, I'm creamy white and blonde; we complement each other. I've got a lot of experience, you don't and I love to teach, hands on. How about it Ebony let's have a go at it tonight." She hated it when Wendy called her that. John called her Ebony; from him it was a term of endearment. Because of that, even though she didn't think it was exactly racist, she took it as an insult. Wendy did not know of course of her love affair with John and Darlena and naturally, she couldn't tell her. She got home that evening and met Darlena in the kitchen. They kissed and hugged warmly and Judy prepared to help with the meal. "I hear the shower going Darlena, is John home already?" "Yes but he'll be leaving right after supper, he's flying out on business for at least one day." "Oh but he promised ... you know, tonight. It's been three days." "I know sweetie, you'll get a quick one before he leaves though, I'm sure." "It's not the same as in 'the room'." "Ebony, you're home, let's have a kiss." John entered wearing a bathrobe, extending his arms. Judy flew into his embrace and kissed him passionately. "I don't have much time sweetie, would you take her panties off Darlena?" "Oh, these rules of engagement, do I really have to when I'm busy? I'm trying to get supper on the table." She sat a pot down on the stove and lifted Judy's skirt sliding her panties down. Judy lifted one foot and then the other as Darlena took them off. She lifted the skirt again and gave Judy's protruding black rear a couple of slaps. "Get on with it you two, supper will be ready in five minutes. "I'll draw cream in less than that," Judy panted as she loosened his robe and slid it off his shoulders. "Look Darlena it's throbbing already," she frigged his rod, turning her body so Darlene could see her husbands weapon. "You're wasting time doll, stop talking and jump to it," Darlena laughed shaking her head. "No she's not jumping on it. Bend over the island Ebony." She eagerly presented her rear, squirming impatiently and reached between her thighs for the guidance. He whacked her twice, before closing in and let her position his engorged mushroom in her ever-ready target. She moaned with relief as he gently drove it home. Darlena leaned over the island and kissed her softly. "You love that feeling don't you honey." She was holding two plates of food and left for the dining room. "Ooooh Darlena ooooh you don't know how much" He began stroking her slowly, while groping her thighs. Darlena returned picking up another plate. "Better get on with it honey, you've got a plane to catch." She kissed Judy again and then John, muffling their moans. He ratcheted up the action making her moan louder with each stroke. "Darlene left again and returned for more, "do you want dessert dear?" He shook his head. She opened the fridge looking back at them. "What do you guys want to drink, juice or pop?" There was no answer only passionate moans as he closed in on the main event." Darlena shook her head and brought juice to the dining room. John moaned his ejaculation and slowed to a stop as she returned. She handed Judy a towel, "get John and yourself cleaned up, supper is on the table." Judy dropped to her knees and suckled her hors d'oeuvre noisily. "Table manners please Judy," Darlena quipped. "No slurping!" Judy dried him off and then stood up, drying her vagina while pouting. "Sorry to rush Ebony, Darlena will get you off later." Judy helped him on with his robe and they sat down for supper. Darlene sat next to Judy and put an arm around her. "Cheer up sweetheart we'll have fun tonight, just the two of us." Judy attempted to smile and nodded. "Is there something else wrong Judy you don't seem your lusty self today." "Oh it's that Wendy-bother again, she won't stop." "She is still harassing you Ebony," John said. Judy nodded. "Why don't you invite her over sometime and we'll indoctrinate her into the mysteries of the room for a night. That should fix her." "No John please, I love you two; I don't want to share with her." Darlena hugged her again and kissed her on the cheek. "We don't want you to do anything unless you enjoy it Darling but we share you with other women and couples. You like that don't you?" "Yes but Wendy's not bisexual, she doesn't like men at all." Darlena glanced at John and they both smiled mischievously. "That could be interesting John, she's crazy about Judy. I've seen her; she's a good-looking long legged hard body with an outsized soft-top. Maybe she would go to any length to earn Judy's body, including submitting totally to a man in return. This could be great fun, how about it Judy? Would you do it for John and me?" "I will do anything for the two people I love most in the world but I would have to submit to her." "Not very often maybe only once, as a matter of fact not for a week or maybe two after her first appointment in the room. It's your decision Judy," she kissed her on the cheek. "Actually it would be fun to watch her encounter the room. What do you want me to do?" "Invite her for dinner next week some time, just don't tell her about us. We'll spring our relationship on her after dinner." *** Judy wore a clinging knitted mini dress to work Monday morning that she knew would bring an immediate response from Wendy. She smiled and shook her head with each remark during the first half of the day. After lunch, she brought a report to Wendy's desk pretending she wanted advice. Usually she would stand in front of her desk but this time she stood next to her and bent over to leaf through the pages. She explained her feigned problem and it only took a few seconds before a hand began to slide up her inside thigh. She pushed Wendy's hand away and stood up. "Come on Wendy, get serious I need this information." "Sorry Judy, I have deviant hands. Show me that page again." Judy returned to her side and bent over the desk again. This time Wendy actually answered her questions and even added some advice about a related subject. Judy thanked her, picked up her folder and turned to go to her desk. Before she could take one step however, Wendy jammed a hand up under her skirt and clutched her mound. She was wearing very flimsy undies just for that purpose and Wendy managed to run one finger in between her labia and nearly penetrated her vagina. "Wendy are you crazy?" She jerked away and ran to her desk where she sat down and closed her eyes while pretending to gasp for air. "We got to talk Wendy, this has gone on far enough!" "I'm always willing to negotiate your surrender Ebony; what will it be, your castle or mine?" Judy ignored her, concentrating on her work. Someone came in and Wendy was kept busy until coffee break. Wendy asked her again during break, where they should talk. "We can talk right here, I can't go on like this we have to get this problem resolved." She glanced at Wendy her lips parted while breathing deeply. "I'm getting to you, right Ebony? I'll let down my drawbridge tonight and we can negotiate the terms of an armistice. Smoke a piece pipe, if you like." "No it has it has to be at my place, Wednesday night at seven for dinner. There is one condition though; you won't harass me any more in this office. If you do, our dinner date will be off. Oh, and one more thing, don't ever call me Ebony again." "All right, Judy it is," Wendy said, her face beaming with the smile of a triumphant warrior. *** "Come on in Wendy, supper is almost ready." "Wow Judy, that's quite a spread you parents have here, I like it." Judy just smiled and brought her to the dining room. "John this is Wendy my coworker." John got up and took her hand. "Please to meet you Wendy, I've heard a lot about you. Please sit down," he gallantly held her chair. Darlene came in with a plate and set it down. "This is Wendy, Darlene." Darlene smiled and said hi, excusing herself. Wendy was speechless at this revelation. John and Darlene were lily white and only in their late twenties. "But Judy I thought you lived with your parents?" Judy just smiled and shook her head. Darlena came back and sat down across from Wendy. After dinner, Judy helped Darlena clear off the table. Wendy offered to help but Darlena told her to go in the living room with John and wait there for coffee and sweets. After about five minutes of small talk, Darlena brought in the tray. "Judy is just freshening up," she said smiling sweetly at Wendy; "she won't be a minute." Judy entered a minute later, stark naked and sat on the couch between John and Darlena. She kissed John and then Darlena and smiled innocently at Wendy while spreading and then crossing her thighs invitingly. Wendy mouth fell open; here was the body she had lusted after in the scanty sexy dresses Judy had been wearing. She was even more beautiful than she could have imagined; a sex goddess revealed in all her luscious glory. The couple on the couch faded away in a mist, only Judy, a shapely vision of alluring sexuality registered in her mind. Judy's voice finally dissipated the mist and the couple reappeared like two sentries prepared to lay down their lives. Guarding Judy like she was the Crown Jewels in the Tower of London "I guess you can consider me the common law spouse of John and Darlena, Wendy. We have agreed to offer you my body under certain conditions." "Well I'll be," Wendy replied as she slowly regaining her composure. "Sweet straight laced Judy, a bisexual living in sin." She looked at John "and I suppose that I would have to submit my body to an ... ugh ... man for the first time as some sort of payment in kind?" "That could be Wendy," Darlena broke in "but we're not going to tell you what the conditions are. We - the three of us - promise you Judy for one night, maybe more after two weeks. In return you will submit to a trial of sexual submission, without question tonight and then as often in the next two weeks that we see fit." Judy got up and poured Wendy's coffee, mixing in a spoon of sugar and just the right amount of cream. "You know what I like, don't you Judy and I'm not talking about coffee." Judy knelt in front of her, stirring the coffee, smiling innocently. Darlena handed Judy a plate of sweets, which she then offered to Wendy. She held the plate just below her breasts taking a small piece herself. Wendy reached for one but Judy offered hers, letting her take a bite. She then ate the remainder herself while not taking her eyes off Wendy. "So," Wendy spoke up, reluctantly taking her eyes off Judy, glancing at John and Darlena and then back at Judy. "I get this beautiful creature for one night maybe more. In the mean time, I submit my body to an unknown fate. In other words, I become a sex slave volunteering my body to an unknown number and variety of sex acts with two or maybe more persons of either gender. I could be gang banged by the entire city." John and Darlena just smiled at her and shrugged. "You really love this couple Judy and you are quiet willing to hand over the goods to please them." "Yes, I love them," Judy cooed, "and no," her voice became businesslike; "I won't hand over the goods to please them. I would make love to you when the time came to please myself. You must remember that I'm not a sex slave but a common law spouse. If one of us wishes to have an extramarital affair, we do it only with the approval of our marital partners. That doesn't necessarily mean we would all have sex with that person but, that person must willingly submit to any or all of us if asked." Wendy said nothing for a minute weighing her options, looking back and forth at Judy and her 'common law partners' on the couch. "All right; yes Judy, I'll do whatever is necessary." She shuddered looking at John, "I'll even submit to a man." Judy smiled and got up off her knees. She then turned around swaying her shapely rear end while taking the few steps to the couch and sat down with John who put his arm around her kissing her. Darlena got up and approached Wendy who sat with a fixed stare, looking at what was to her the most beddable dreamboat on the planet, kissing what was to her the wrong gender. "Don't forget now you will be on trail for a two week period." John spoke matter-of-factly. "That means you totally satisfy whoever we decide to have you serve or you don't get this little doll." He squeezed Judy and kissed her passionately. Wendy nodded still mesmerized by Judy's enticing nubile flesh. "I understand," she heard herself say; imagining Judy in her arms, not his. "Alright now Wendy get up," Darlena said sharply. Wendy didn't move just stared at the two on the couch. "Wendy! Hello! Snap out of it!" She rose like a robot, its artificial eyes fixed on Judy, and waited for the next command. Darlena didn't waste any time and unbuttoned Wendy's blouse. She pulled it down of her arms and reached around her, undoing her bra. "Let's have a look at your chest then," she said and pulled off her bra, letting it drop to the floor. "Nice full hangers," she groped one and stood to one side so John and Judy could see. She undid her belt and pulled down the zipper dropping her skirt to the floor. Wendy was wearing a garter belt and skimpy panties. Darlena stood back and studied her body. "Undo the garters and remove your stockings." She spoke quietly but firmly. Wendy removed the items automatically and waited. "Now the garter belt, " Darlena approached her while she took it off, feeling her breasts again. "Now pull your panties down to mid thigh." She did and Darlena fluffed her pubic hairs with her fingertips. "Nice full red triangle don't you think so," she looked back at Judy and John. Taking a hold of Wendy's shoulders, she turned her letting them a look at her from all angles. "Looks good," John said." You must work out regularly?" Wendy, still in a daze didn't answer. "You want to take her to 'the room' Ebony or should Darlena." "Would you take her please Darlena?" Judy answered, "I'm only going to watch tonight anyway." "As you wish, Doll," Darlena said. "Take your panties right off Wendy and come with me." Wendy stepped out of them and followed Darlena, looking back longingly at Judy. "You'll take care of her clothing Judy, won't you," Darlena said. Judy nodded while kissing John. * ** Wendy followed Darlena down a set of stairs. They entered a room dimly lit from a red lamp on one wall. Darlena backed her into a strange contraption; pushing her back up against something that felt like a leather cushion. A belt was fitted around her waist strapping her to it. He wrists were clamped into something on both sides of her at shoulder level. Then Darlena took a hold of each of her feet placing them on footrest, strapping her ankles to them. "Don't be afraid honey you're not going to be harmed. I'm just going to reposition your body." She began to notice her dim surrounding when a motor started humming and her body was slowly tilted into a near horizontal position. She was now lying on the leather pad which supported her body from the small of her back and up. Her head was resting in something with ear lugs that felt like when you were in a dentist chair. Darlena adjusted it and asked if she was comfortable. She just stared and then a strap was fitted around her forehead, leaving her unable to move her head. Her knees were lashed to something leaving her spread-eagled and completely immobile. Darlena made some adjustments moving whatever her ankles were tied too until her knees were bent slightly. She heard the motor again and felt her body being elevated. She could make out a fuzzy image of her own body in a ceiling mirror. Suddenly she felt a wet cloth in her crotch. I'm sure you're clean honey but I just want to make sure." Her crotch and vagina got a good wash. Darlena spread her labia with two fingers of one hand and using the cloth with one finger, cleansing the valley of sexual exploration. Wendy jerked in her restraint as her clit was touched. Finally, she felt Darlene's tongue licking every part of her crotch including her clit. She moaned in disappointment as Darlena stopped and walked away. "Just testing honey; house rules." She saw a red glow moving towards her and tried to raise her head. "Just a heat lamp honey I want to make sure your pussy is hot." She set up the lamp close to her crotch and placed a cord in her hand. "That's a switch, if it gets too hot you can turn if off. She heard the motor again and she felt herself being lowered. The lamp being somehow attached to the machine followed and with the extra light she could now see her shadowy self in the mirror. The movement stopped and Darlena kissed her. "Are you comfy dear?" She blinked being unable to nod; "good. I'll be leaving now if you have a problem just call." "How long before you come back?" It was Wendy's first words after coming out of her trance. "Just be patient dear, mystery is all part of your trial." She turned off the red lamp and left, closing the door behind her. She stared of her ghoulish image in the ceiling. It appeared, as if she was being held by four legs of a giant spider, with a huge red monstrous eye staring at her vagina. It sent shivers through her body and she turned off the lamp. The glow of the lamp faded slowly and left her in total darkness, which unnerved her. She turned the lamp on again and closed her eyes, the warmth in her crotch turned almost erotic. She squinted trying not to look in the mirror when something began to flicker next it, revealing itself as a blank television screen. There was more flickering and then a close up of Judy's face appeared. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. The camera zoomed back, revealing her stretched out on a bed, squirming, twisting and caressing her body. She opened her eyes and blew a seductive kiss to the camera. "There is a microphone near you Wendy," She whispered in a vampish voice. "Can you hear me?" Harassment Backlash Ch. 01 "Yes Judy, I can hear and see you." Judy moaned as she fingered herself with one hand and fondled one breast with the other. Oooh Wendy I need to be loved, oooh I'm so horny. Is there, anybody there with you?" "No I'm alone strapped into this monstrosity. I'm getting horny watching you; when will somebody come and do something for me?" Two women joined Judy, stretching out on either side of her. It was Darlena and an Asian woman she hadn't seen before. They were rocking their hips and moaning, "oh Wendy," in unison looking directly at her. The camera zoomed in on Judy's face, then even closer until her lips filled the screen. Those lips made kissing motions as the camera zoomed back. The two other women were now on their knees on one side of Judy's massaging her. The camera zoomed in on a black thigh being massaged by white fingers. Judy's body squirmed slowly in response, as she moaned into the mike. "Oh Wendy my flesh is tingling with anticipation, oh just think your fingers might caress my thighs soon. You love my shanks don't you Wendy?" "Yes Judy I see the fingers" the camera closed in on one hand. "I see fingers groping your soft black flesh at the thickest part. I see them moving up, caressing close to your vagina still groping and clutching that beautiful skin. Oh, you are spreading your thighs rocking your pelvis. I can see your vagina now, it's filling the entire screen." "You like my vagina Wendy? Does it turn you on? Would you like your tongue in it?" "Yes. Yes. Yes right now please, you're driving me crazy." "How does your vagina feel Wendy?" "It's burning Judy, but there's no one here." She jerked desperately in her restraints. The camera zoomed back and lowered as Judy turned over on her stomach giving her a view along her sculptured thighs terminating in her two bubble cheeks. The portion of Judy she had been lusting after for a year was now in full view, but unattainable for her. The camera moved closer, filling the screen with the two fleshy spheres while two pairs of hands began groping them. The camera then moved sideways, staying focused on the object being fondled giving her various angles, of what was to Wendy the most delectable and desirable morsel of Judy's anatomy. Wendy squirmed, moaning fitfully as she saw Darlena's face close in on the dark orb, kissing it passionately then plying her tongue in circles, as its twin was being groped by the other woman. "Oh Wendy my buttocks, oh my buttocks, do you like them? Do you think my butt is beautiful?" "Yes, yes Judy oh, oh. You have the most beautiful shapely buns in the world. I've been waiting for a year to get my hands on them. Please don't torture me any more, I'll do anything to be there with you. Anything!" The camera zoomed back as the women rearranged themselves in a triangular daisy chain. It zoomed in again on Judy lying on her side, with one thigh lifted high as Darlene's tongue began to play in the mound and eventually entered the sacred valley before submerging out of sight. "Oh Wendy there is a tongue in my vagina, oh that feels good." Then she could hear a slurping sound as Judy's tongue began satisfying the Asian woman. Suddenly the monitor turned black.. She struggled to no avail in her bonds desperately trying to maintain the vision of Judy's beautiful body in her mind. Her entire body yearned for the touch of another female. She turned off the lamp attempting to gain some measure of satisfaction by turning it back on, letting the radiant heat titillate her vagina and inside thighs. The sound came on again without the screen and louder this time. She could hear the three women moaning contentedly as they munched on each other. Then suddenly the sound was shut off. She clicked off the lamp and turned it right back on. There was no satisfaction in that however, because her skin did not get time to cool. She clicked it off squirming violently as her vagina turned in to a ferocious hunter searching for prey; any prey, anywhere! Anything! She stopped, breathing hard, realizing the futility of her desperation. There was nothing to satisfy her starving vagina, only air. A fan would be nice she thought. She turned on the lamp again giving her a slight sensation, barely better than nothing. The sound and the monitor came back on, giving her the conclusion of the performance. She heard the long satisfied groans of one woman, the desperate quick moans of another just nearing her climax and the encouraging slurping of a third already satisfied, patiently encouraging her lover to reach that exhilarating moment of gratification. Another series of abating groans and the scene fell nearly silent only the deep breathing of total satisfaction. The camera zoomed out showing all three women as they caressed each other gently, their thighs rising and lowering on each other's heads. Next, the camera zoomed in on Judy's face as a thigh lifted and moved back. She opened her eyes smiling dreamily at the camera, lips slightly parted, her lower face shining with the juices of female sexual satisfaction. Wendy trembled in frustration at the sight of her ebony dreamboat, totally satisfied without her input. "Oh Wendy I feel so good. I hope you can satisfy me like this when the time comes." Judy said smiling sensually. Wendy opened her mouth to answer but suddenly the door opened and someone entered, tearing the heat lamp out of the way and unceremoniously ramming his penis deep into her virginity. She shuddered at the realization that for the first time in her life a man had violated her body. She focused on the screen drinking in the delicious sight of Judy's enticing face and pretended that it was her ramming a strap-on into her body. She hated the male invasion but her sex starved vagina relished the friction and began to send stimulating vibrations throughout her body. He grasped her breasts and squeezed them hard as he plowed his weapon repeatedly into her body. Men, she thought, they're animals just ramming their prey to attain ejaculation. None of the soft caring foreplay, that women share before eventually reaching an orgasm. Just the same, she was surprised when that same titillating feeling in her vagina announced its presence through her lips in the form of low soft moans. He began to groan louder and faster, letting her breast go and then clasping her hips for leverage. There was a loud single groan as he rammed her hard and then stopped for a second. Three more slams accompanied by short grunts and he pulled out, puffing like a pig she thought. He left with out saying a word after giving her buttocks a couple of hand whacks and reinstalling the heat lamp. She closed her eyes and sighed disappointedly, her first man and no real climax. Hearing Judy's voice, she opened her eyes again blinking at the bright screen image. "What happened to you down there Wendy?" She could tell from the knowing expression on her face that she already knew. "I was penetrated by someone and just like a man he didn't wait for me to get my rocks off. Was that John?" "Who knows who it was but Wendy you're not there to get satisfaction, only to provide it. He ejaculated I could hear that. You're on trial remember and while that lasts it's a one way street." The screen went blank again leaving her in the dark. She turned the lamp on her ungratified vagina, squirming in a vain attempt to get even a slight sensation down there. Rubbing it against air however, had no pay off and she instead tried to relax. Strapped in as she was, she was at least comfortable and eventually fell to sleep. To be continued... Harassment Backlash Ch. 02 Wendy woke as a voice called. "Wakie, wakie Wendy, your body is needed for someone's sexual gratification." Wendy blinked at the bright screen above her and saw Judy's face smiling at her. "Turn off the lamp your pussy must be hot enough by now." "What time is it Judy how long before I get out of here?" The screen went off leaving her in the glow of the lamp again. She turned it off and waited for what seemed like a half an hour until the door finally opened. The red light was turned on and the heat lamp removed. The motor came on and she was raised and her head tilted down. Two pair of hands began stroking and fondling her thighs and buttocks. A woman's mouth, she thought, made contact with her vagina and licked it with long deliberate strokes. She jerked violently each time it touched her clit. The woman stopped and began whispering to the other person. Somebody else licked her, this time she knew it was a man; she could feel his stubble on her thighs. He continued licking with out touching her clit, while squeezing her buns. She could hear moaning and slurping; the woman was probably sucking to arouse him. He stopped and the motor hummed again, lowering her slowly. She could feel the woman at her side reaching across her stomach, guiding his penis into her vagina. They kissed noisily as he penetrated her and stopped. She then heard the woman whisper for him to wait until she got into position. He grasped and pulled Wendy's tits hard maintaining his penetration. A shaven pussy suddenly pressed down and churned on her face. She began licking it carefully and the movements slowed. The woman was now also clutching her tits squeezing them even tighter. He began stroking her slowly, anchoring his motions with her tits. It hurt a bit but his rod, which she again imagined as being Judy's strap on, felt good and even better when he picked up the pace. Suddenly he let go of her tits and grasped her hips. He rammed her hard again and again and grunted loudly as he spewed his hot semen into her body. "Help me cum honey please." The woman said. "Kiss me honey, feel my tits. She is good honey. Oh. She is eating me good but I need ... umm." Wendy poked her slender tongue into the orifice above her and twirled it vigorously. The woman's contractions told her that a flood was imminent. His penis was locked in deep and holding while his wife hands squeezed her tits in time with her pussy contractions. " All right whore open wide ... I'm oooooooh, going to fill ... aaaah your stomach. Oooh I love you honey. Oooh she eating me good. Ummmmmmh." She wasn't kidding, this woman was a gusher, and her discharge flooded Wendy's mouth and face. The woman rose off Wendy's face for a few seconds to give her time to swallow, while the juices still dribbled on her face. She opened wide and sucked hard as it pressed down again. She relished the feel and taste of the female juices on her face, swallowing the remaining gourmet juices in the manner of the consummate connoisseur, as an intoxicating rush rocketed through her body. With the help of a woman, she had for the first time experiences an orgasm, with a barbarian's penis in her vagina. The couple kissed passionately while Wendy savored her climax. She dismounted while the barbarian unsheathed his weapon. He came around, straddling her face and the woman guided his now semi erect rod into Wendy's mouth. "Clean it slut and swallow." Wendy still soaring at the top of the world sucked vigorously on his sperm laden weapon as the couple kissed and caressed each other. The door opened and Wendy felt the douche entering again. "Were you two satisfied," Darlene asked?" She's not bad at all, Darlene, The man said. "She got us both off." "Well that's what the slut is here for friends." The couple left while Darlena finished the douche and then washed her face and crotch. Wendy asked again how long but Darlena just repositioned the heat lamp and left without saying another word. She wasn't sure but she thought she'd been asleep when the door opened again. A bright light came on and Darlena entered with the other woman. They were both naked and while Darlena pushed a button bringing Wendy to near a vertical position, the other woman knelt on the mattress in front of her. Darlena then parked herself on the mattress in front of the woman who began to caress and kiss her feet. Darlena maintained eye contact with Wendy as her feet; legs and then thighs were covered with caresses and kisses. She turned around and her cheeks got the slobbering treatment as well. Wendy began to squirm in her bonds as Darlena got on the mattress on her back with her thighs spread. She moaned quietly at first as the other woman proceeded to give her a sensual massage. Wendy continued to squirm as her vagina took on an animated life of its own, thirsting and begging for attention. Darlena focused her eyes on Wendy's crotch throwing seductive kisses at it and then at Wendy face. Wendy jerked desperately generating a metallic rattle in the structure bonding her. The other woman positioned herself between Darlena's thighs and kissed them both passionately before finally burying her face in her vagina. She let out a loud shriek as she was tongued, gazing lustfully at Wendy who shook the metal structure again, moaning like an abandoned puppy. Darlena continued to blow her loving kisses, as she threw her thighs around her lovers churning head while fondling her own breasts. Darlena shook ecstatically as she savored her orgasm, never loosing eye contact with her tormented captive. Wendy suddenly stopped her struggle, trying then in vain to imagine that she had also reached a climax. The two women now reversed roles and Darlena returned the massage to. Wendy watched, feeling like a jilted fifth wheel, as the other woman, now making eye contact relished Darlena's fingers skillfully returning the titillating passion so willingly provided. She sighed in frustration wishing for anything to touch her starving vagina. The crazy thought of a fly landing and buzzing around her clitoris struck her. The woman's eyes were focused on it as she licked her lips teasingly. She lifted her hips high as Darlena positioned herself between her thighs, blowing a seductive kiss to Wendy before she, accompanied by an exaggerated slurping sound, landed her parted lips on the shaven mound. Suddenly the monitor came on showing a close up of Judy's fingers manipulating her vagina. "Oh Wendy." She moaned, "I'm all by myself. I wish somebody was here." The woman on the mat was moaning her climax as Judy masturbated that inviting but unattainable vagina on the screen. "Oh Judy, oh Judy, I'm so sorry for the harassing you, please forgive me now." Wendy pleaded as she struggled in her bonds shaking the metallic structure, then wailed pitifully while closing her eye to ease her frustration. Judy added her moaning climax over the speakers to the sounds coming from the floor in front of Wendy. Two voices resonating in orgasmic pleasure plus one in frustrated agony, all combining and then slowly abating until the room fell silent. Then darkness, as the monitor shut down and the two women left the room turning off the lights. Wendy gasped for air in the dark, her chest heaving and her hearth pounding. She turned on the lamp and discovered that her body was soaked. She licked the salty perspiration around her mouth and felt the streamlets running of her forehead. She was stupefied by her own reaction to the experience she'd been through. Once a female lover had accused her of being a nymphomaniac but she had always considered that a jaded comment from a sex partner who resented her preference for multiple sex partners. She was uncomfortable being left in a nearly vertical position and for the first time called her help. Darlena appeared sleepy eyed a few minutes later, dressed in a housecoat. "I forgot Wendy, that is not very comfortable, upright like that." She released her from the contraption. There is a bathroom through that door where you can shower if you like. You can go to sleep then in here on the mat." Wendy stretched her stiff body. "What time is it Darlena?" "Four-thirty. I'll come and get you at seven so you and Judy can make it to work on time." *** The atmosphere in the office the following day was totally changed. Judy acted as if nothing had happened while Wendy behaved as if she'd been born again. The conversation was polite and business oriented with no hints of sexual innuendoes. Despite her faultless behavior, Wendy waited nervously for another invitation from Judy. She wondered how many times, and with how many people she would be required to submit. Judy said nothing during that first day and not until just before quitting time Friday afternoon, handed her an envelope. "There are two invitation inside Wendy." Judy placed it on Wendy's desk and rushed out of the office without another word. She opened the fateful missive finding two cards, each with her name, an address and some instructions. The first was for tonight, Friday. The second was for Saturday night. On both cards she read that breaking this appointment would cancel the original agreement for Judy's pleasures. She knew the first address to be an exclusive high-rise residential block in the East End. The second looked like a place in the suburbs. Wendy arrived on time that evening. A woman's voice answered the numbered buzzer in the Lobby and unlocked the electronic door. She rode the elevator to the twenty-third floor and knocked on the unit door. A diminutive Asian beauty her own age let her in. "Welcome to our home Wendy, I'm very happy to see you. My name is Dorita. I must ask you to undress here in the hallway before I introduce you to my husband. Wendy stripped completely; handing her clothes to Dorita, who hung them neatly on hangers in a closet. "Oh you are so beautiful and oh so tall," she said, her eyes lighting up in her sweet face. "Come with me now but first, my husband is a military man and very strict. You must pretend you are a private in the army and oh, I'm a sergeant. Just a little game OK? When you stand in front of him you stand to attention, salute and wait for orders, like this." She demonstrated, snapping her heels stiffly. "You try it now." Wendy Saluted and Dorita shook her head. "Try again your body must be like a ramrod." Wendy tried again getting a cautious nod from her sergeant. "OK now, at ease private." She demonstrated spreading her feet holding her hands behind her back. Wendy copied the posture and Dorita nodded. "Now my husband's rank is Captain and you will answer, yes Captain when he speaks to you. And oh, you never speak unless spoken to. OK." "Fine," Wendy said, after all what could a little discipline hurt she thought. After her experience strapped in that metallic monster, this should be a breeze. She followed Dorita to a large living area where her husband was sitting at a desk reading a magazine. Dorita told her to stand in front of the desk. "Sir," Dorita said, snapping to attention her self. "The new recruit is here, Captain sir." "Very well sergeant," he said without looking up. Wendy was looking at a very handsome male in his late thirties sporting a typical army haircut. He continued to read for a few more minutes and then rose picking up a riding crop, which he locked smartly in his armpit. "Attention private!" He barked. She was she thought but stiffened even more. "Shoulders back, flatten that stomach, tuck in your chin!" She followed his orders suppressing a giggle. This was ridiculous, if he was going so have sex with her why didn't he just get on with it. "Do you find me amusing private?" He touched her buttocks with the riding crop pressing it into her flesh. "No Sir." She suddenly didn't find it funny any more, when the cold realization flashed through her mind that he could beat her with that thing. She had agreed to do anything to get Judy's body. If she walked out of here to save her skin the deal would be off. "No sir," she repeated. "I'm sorry Captain." "That's better. What's your name private?" "Wendy Nelson, Sir." "Age." "Twenty-five, Sir." "Reason you're here?" "To submit my body for sex, Sir." "What kind of sex and with whom?" "Any kind and with whoever you say sir, Captain Sir." He removed the riding crop from her butt and positioned it under one of her breasts, lifting it slightly. "At ease private." She spread her feet as he fingered her breast with one hand and palmed her vagina with the one holding the crop, his face displaying no emotion. "According to my report you have only had lesbian experiences until your assignment in Judy's home a few days ago. Why?" "I had only been attracted to females until then, Sir." He removed his hands and stood back. "About face!" She turned remembering to do it like she'd seen on television, stamping her feet. "Sergeant, take the private and yourself for a virginal cleansing. You have three minutes! Step on it!" The women saluted and marched out as he returned to his desk. Dorita stripped herself in the bathroom and they stepped into the shower soaping their crotches using the hand held shower to rinse. "What are we going to do in there Dorita. I mean what kind of sex?" "I don't know Wendy all we can do is march back in and salute. He will tell us when the time comes." "Do you think," Dorita handed her a towel. "Do you think we will make love, I mean you and I." Dorita smiled expectantly looking wistfully at Wendy's body. "I hope so, you have a great body." "So do you Dorita," she smiled back at the tiny woman while they both dried. "Does he use that riding crop, you know, for discipline?" "I'm not allowed to talk about that, let's hurry back in there; time is up. March behind me and then salute in front of the desk." He glared at them rising from his chair, holding the riding crop with both hands and flexing it while they saluted rigidly. He looked at his wristwatch. "Your are thirty seconds late Sergeant! Explain the failure of your mission?" "Sorry Captain, I did the best I could. This recruit is green but I take full responsibility and will suffer the penalty." "Very noble of you sergeant," he flexed the crop on way and the other and then let the business end fly slamming it down on the desk. "Well private Nelson, do you think that is fair?" Wendy stared nervously at the leather device in his hand and gulped while a vision of Judy's body flashed in her mind. "No ... I mean of course not sir. It ... was my fault too. I'm sorry Captain, sir." "Sergeant, put your hands on the desk." Dorita obeyed bending over. "Private, ditto." You have a choice of course of breaking the agreement with Judy's common law partners, if you leave now." Wendy closed her eyes and visualized Judy, smiling seductively while caressing her own luscious naked black body. "What is your choice, private?" She bent over, white knuckling the edge of the desk. "I'll stay sir," she bit her lip waiting to meet her leather. She heard a whish as the crop flew its course and winced with the shock created by a loud smack on flesh. Dorita let out a muffled cry her cheeks having been the first target. Wendy waited for the next slash while listening to a grandfather clock ticking. She counted fifteen seconds wondering why he was waiting, then a swish and pain stinging in her own flesh. She let out a loud squeal and stood up covering her buns with both hands. "Position private! This will add one whack to your punishment! She bent over again breathing deeply and waited, counting twenty grandfather seconds before a swish followed by Dorita's muffled cry drowned out a tick. Two more followed in quick succession, both received by Dorita's buttocks. "Stand sergeant! About face! Attention! You may respond." "Thank you sir! Thank you for my justly deserved punishment." "At ease sergeant, you may present the private's flesh." Wendy could feel Dorita's Body touching her side and then her small hands delicately caressing and kneading her cheeks. Her hands felt extremely erotic, sending waves of pleasurable feelings throughout her body. She began to breathe deeply with anticipation forgetting for the moment about the forthcoming leathery pain. Dorita's hands eventually moved away from the two spherical targets and then gently clasped her hips. She imagined her sweet oriental eyes looking up at her husband in an unspoken: she's ready Sir. Wendy didn't hear the swish or the sound of the leather on her flesh; she only felt the sting making her gasp. Dorita's magical soothing fingers returned, somehow driving the pain out of her consciousness. Then the fingers returned to her hips as the tick tock tick tock of the grandfather clock progressed to the next stinging sensation. Strangely, she didn't mind now as long as those ten magic fingers were waiting. The leather stuck, leaving a line of pain quickly extinguished by those ten adept angels of mercy. She was breathing deeply now relishing Dorita's ministrations, which were now becoming more erotic with an occasional finger venturing in to her crack. The tick tock tick tock became a pulsating feeling in her crotch and she knew that precum was lubricating her vagina. Dorita's hands slowly moved back to her hips and she could feel her lips touching the flesh, kissing and licking where the leather would kiss for the fourth an last time. At least she thought so, Dorita had received three so she would get three plus one for covering her cheeks. Tick tock tick tock she counted thirty and still nothing. Dorita's gentle fingers continued to massage her hips. Tick, tock, tick, tock. "Whack! Whack! Whack!" Wendy gasped louder with each leathery encounter, the pain forcing tears. She automatically attempted to stand but Dorita, despite her size clamped her down and then moved her fingers followed by her lips towards the stinging flesh. She could feel Dorita move to her knees behind her without her fingers or lips loosing contact with her burning skin. "Lower your head to the desk private, and you may speak." She lowered her head as ordered and wondered what he wanted her to say. Then as Dorita's soft full lips contacted her vulva she remembered her thanking him and she replied. "Thank you sir," a slender tongue began twirling between her inner lips. "Thank you sir ... sir for disciplining ... thank ... oh, ooooh ... you ... oooh sir." She climaxed trembling with pleasure her burning flesh only adding to her sense of satisfaction. She couldn't believe it, was there a latent masochist somewhere in her psyche? Dorita stopped licking her, moving away and his penis rammed into her vagina. He proceeded to pump as his hands replaced Dorita's on her hips. She noticed Dorita's walking out of the room, returning a minute later with towels just as he ejaculated. He pulled out and stood back and Wendy assumed that Dorita was wiping his member. "Stand private! About face!" Dorita was pulling up his pants, doing the zipper and belt. "At ease. You may thank me now for allowing you to satisfy me." "Thank you sir, for coming inside me." Dorita finished with his pants and got on her knees in front of Wendy, wiping her crotch with a towel. He walked behind his desk and sat down. "About face! He stared at her as he leaned back placing his feet on the desk. "I take it that you have always been the dominant force in any of your lesbian relationships. Correct?" "Right Captain, sir." "The Sergeant as you probably know is the submissive type. She thrives on authority. I'm therefore promoting you to corporal for the night. You have my permission to use her body, the way you usually handle your lovers, for the next thirty minutes. There are only three rules of engagement; you cannot kiss her on the lips, you will perform on the carpet there for my visual pleasure. - He pointed at a thick white bearskin rug - and you will not utter a word during the act. Any questions?" Harassment Backlash Ch. 02 "Yes sir. Thank you Captain, sir. I have never been spanked before but I sometimes like to spank my lovers, just to set the parameters, barehanded only." "You have my permission corporal. Dismissed!" Wendy saluted and turned to Dorita who was saluting her husband smartly and then turned towards Wendy saluting. "I'm ready for action Corporal." Her beautiful dark eyes sparkled with anticipation. "At ease sergeant." Wendy replied breathlessly and held out her arms; Dorita flew around her neck moaning with pleasure, kissing Wendy's neck. She was nearly a head taller than Dorita and grasping her cheeks, lifted her off the floor. She threw her shapely little legs around Wendy's' waist purring with pleasure. Wendy walked them to the bearskin rug and lifted Dorita down turning her around. Dorita turned her head displaying her sweet dark eyes and pouting lips over her shoulder as she bent over; her face an unspoken spank me please expression. "I want both of you to maintain eye contact with me while you spank her, corporal!" They arranged themselves as per his orders and Wendy reached her left hand under her spankee's belly palming her vagina. Dorita let a high pitched moan out as a finger touched her clit. Wendy dug five fingers into the vulva perimeter and let her cupped right palm fly onto one eagerly awaiting cheek. Dorita groaned with pleasure as her other cheek was slapped and then the first. Six times the sound of slapped soft flesh, accompanied by Dorita's groans becoming grunts, rang out Wendy stopped while Dorita moaned and groaned her tight buns churning, beckoning for more. "I think Corporal that our brave little sergeant has earned the right to about ten more and you could apply a little more elbow grease to the task." "Yes sir," she raised her hand and tightened her hold on the tiny woman's squirming body. She let her have it harder then before and Dorita's response increased as she cried with pleasure on each slap and by the tenth, Wendy's left hand was soaked with Dorita's cum. She released her and cupped her mouth with her moistened palm. Dorita eagerly slurped her own juices. Wendy then used her other hand to force her submissive lover's face into her abundant cleavage. Not being allowed to speak she clasped Dorita's head, pushing it away to look in her eyes while showing her teeth, made biting motions and then forced Dorita's face back into her breasts. She moaned as Dorita sucked and gently chewed on her flesh. She moaned louder with a tone of dissatisfaction and then gasped as Dorita's teeth left impressions in her flesh. Her own fingers dug into the small well padded spheres she had just warmed, each a pleasantly pliant glob of flesh to be molded and remolded as Dorita heatedly flexed her body. Wendy encouraged the chewing of her flesh by digging her fingers deeper and harder into the writhing little mounds in her hands. Dorita lifted each heavy hanger in turn and applied her teeth everywhere, She couldn't believe what was happening to her; never before had pain been pleasure. Her tits were aching while her vagina burned with desire; the more pain the hornier she became. Finally her crotch won out, crossing her arms in front of Dorita she grasped her by the waist lifting and twirling her like a doll, then diving her lips into the sparsely covered mound. Dorita responded by closing her shapely little thighs around Wendy's head and clasping her checks, plunging her face into the inverted red bush. "A standing sixty-niner, great execution sergeant." He clapped his approval to deaf ears; both women totally oblivious to their surroundings while tongues licked vagina's. As Wendy neared her climax she dropped on her knees and then rolled on her back with Dorita on top of her, their tongues oblivious to the change in position. Wendy climaxed like never before as Dorita's experienced tongue send shivers through her body. Her own tongue continued to twirl inside her excitable partner until she shook and groaned almost deliriously. They rolled on their sides relishing the feeling whilel gently stroking each other for the remainder of their thirty minutes. All to soon the husband bellowed: time. They got up and saluted smartly or nearly so. He eyed them critically with the closest thing to a smile Wendy had seen on his face. "You may leave now. Bedtime will be at twenty-two thirty sharp. You can chitchat all you want, as long as you're out of my earshot. Kissing and your female caressing is allowed but oral sex is out of the question." They saluted and marched out, heading for the bathroom to clean up. After that they sat in the kitchen talking. Dorita made tea and brought a cup to her husband. They drank the tea and made small talk. Until Wendy asked her something she'd been wondering about. "Dorita," why did he say we could kiss but no sex?" "My husband is a good man and like most men like sex but when it's over it's over sort of thing." She got up and sat on Wendy's lap, kissing her. Wendy hugged her warmly. "I like to be hugged and he knows that so when we have a visitor he lets me do that. She threw her arms around Wendy's neck and they kissed again. Wendy squeezed the little woman's body into hers. Dorita buried her face in Wendy's neck cooing with pleasure. Wendy was never much of a hugger herself but she enjoyed being needed by this love-starved woman. She was being ordered around, lashed and screwed and probably provided blowjobs galore but she wasn't being loved. "Just like a selfish barbarian male," Wendy thought to herself while kissing Dorita's forehead. Dorita raised her head and kissed her almost desperately. "Would you like to slow dance with me Wendy?" "I'm not a very good cancer Dorita but I guess I can waltz a bit." Dorita got up and turned on a small portable stereo. "Romantic strings," she said. "I can't remember the names but who cares. I always have that tape in there." They kissed as Dorita hung around Wendy's neck. Wendy wondered if Judy had been here dancing with Dorita to the same tunes. Dorita's naked body churned into hers while she hummed to the music between kisses. The tape stopped, "was that a whole side Dorita?" "Yes twenty minutes, time flies when you feel really good, doesn't it? It's an old Stereo set, I have to turn the tape and play the other side." Dorita embraced Wendy's waist this time grasping her buns, her face buried in Wendy's breasts, nuzzling those large soft mammary glands. Wendy caressed her back sometimes mashing her head into her breasts with one hand making Dorita groan with pleasure as she sucked on her skin, then lifting her head for a kiss as they danced slowly. Another tape finished and Dorita looked at the clock, telling Wendy that they had to prepare for bed. They washed each other's bodies in the shower and then waited for the husband in the bedroom kneeling on a bearskin rug by the bed. Wendy wondered why they didn't stand attention and asked Dorita why. "Oh we are not in the army now, Wendy. We are harem slaves but I can't tell you any more. Just bow your head like this with your hands behind your back when our master enters." They waited a long time listening as he showered and then finally entered the room. He placed the riding crop on the night table and got into bed ignoring them completely. Wendy peeked at the bed and just saw the back of his head above the covers. She looked at Dorita and nudged her arm. Dorita put a finger to her lips and then pointed at the riding crop on the night table, then shook her head and lowered it again. An hour went by, she decided to keep her mind on the reason she was here, Judy. She wasn't going to let this power mad barbarian interfere with earning her Ebony dreamboat. He began to snore. Were they going to kneel here until morning; she thought, this was absolutely crazy. She would rather be in that one-eyed monstrosity in Judy's cellar. At least she could sleep in that thing. She peeked at the digital clock waiting for each minute to flash. Time had never dragged like this in her life. To be continued Reavan Harassment Backlash Ch. 03 After sleeping for about two hours the husband suddenly woke up and threw the covers back. Dorita signaled for Wendy to stay where she was and crawled to the bed and then still on her knees began sucking on his limp penis. A minute later she motioned for Wendy to crawl over besides her and take over. She then reached between Wendy's thighs, fingering her vagina. Wendy sucked on the part of the male anatomy she hated the most; wondering what was this was about. Dorita now had a finger in her vagina getting the juices flowing. When she was good and wet she pulled it out and moved near her husbands face, gesturing for Wendy to mount him. Wendy crawled up straddling him sitting on her knees. Dorita then guided his penis into her vagina. He remained almost completely immobile while Dorita signaled for her to start moving her ass. Grasping her own knees for balance she bounced on top of him while he ignored her completely. He turned his head toward Dorita who cradled it with both hands gazing at him in the most adoring manner. After a minute or so he grasped Wendy's breasts, squeezing and pulling on them hard. Dorita motioned for Wendy to maintain her motion and then kissed him while running her fingers through his hair. Suddenly he began to groan and then moving his pelvis several times he ejaculated. Dorita kissed his lips as he climaxed and then motioned for Wendy to get off and suck his penis again. She assumed correctly that she was to suck out the remained semen as it went soft. Dorita then cleaned him with a towel and they crawled back on the bear rug again. He turned his back to them and was soon snoring. They sat on their knees as before, getting drowsier by the minute. After about half an hour, Dorita keeled over on her side, sound asleep. Wendy began to nod off but worried that she would fail her test falling to sleep or maybe she'd just get the riding crop. She kept Judy in her mind's eye as she began loosing it, occasionally waking with a start. She woke later hearing the sound of the riding crop on Dorita's flesh. She was in the fetal position herself and rolled over on her stomach for her own inevitable punishment. Again she kept Judy's body in her mind's eye, telling her self it was worth it. The riding crop stung her ass five times. She gasped while mouthing a silent Judy with each whack. He then ordered her on her back. She feared the worst, thinking he might whip her in that position. Suddenly she felt Dorita crawling over her into the sixty-nine position. He punished them for falling to sleep and then rewarded them with lesbian sex. The pain dissipated as soon a Dorita's tongue found her inner labia. He left them plenty of time to satisfy each other. When Dorita finally rolled off her she crawled to the bed motioning for Wendy to follow her. He was sitting on the edge staring vacantly. Dorita got up and sat next to him. She hugged and kissed him while fondling his balls. She looked at Wendy nodding at his crotch making sucking motions with her lips. Wendy swallowed her pride and then swallowed his semi hard penis. It soon came to life as she sucked for Judy and in a short time the barbarian filled her mouth. Dorita made eye contact with her, making swallowing motions. She did as instructed and sucked hard until she was sure that all his tart cream was deposited in her stomach. This time they were allowed to get into bed with Dorita in the middle. Wendy noticed that it read four thirty on the clock and then passed out. Waking at nine she found herself alone in bed. There was a note propped up on the night table telling her they'd gone camping for the weekend. It went on telling her to make breakfast and where to find her clothes. It was signed Dorita, no dear, love or see you again, just her name. "That poor woman," she moaned out loud. "She's married to a barbarian," and then silently she thought that maybe the whole thing had been a show for her benefit. *** That evening she took the subway to the suburbs and then a taxi to an average house on one of those streets where only a number differentiates one house from the next. She knocked on the door and walked in as it opened with her eye closed, as instructed on the card. The door close behind her and someone fitted her with a blindfold. A man's voice asked her to please undress; each item was taken from her and put away somewhere. Then a leather collar was fitted around her neck with a leash attached. He then removed the blindfold. She was looking at a naked male in his middle twenties much shorter than her. An Italian type with a well proportioned slender body, without a hair on it. He had dark curly hair and an almost feminine face. He was also wearing a collar and leash. "I am Jean," he said, "here are your instructions; my wife is our mistress. We must crawl in to the living room and under no circumstances in her company, will you speak without being spoken to. You will not look at her without permission or hold your head above hers. Put the leash in your mouth like this until you are told differently." She followed him as he got on his knees and crawled down the hallway on all fours. She pictured an amazon in leather waiting for them with a riding crop. They crawled on to a thick carpet and stopped side by side at a couch. "Welcome Wendy to my home. You may sit up and look at me." She sat back on her heels and stared at a beautiful sweet face. She had short blonde hair and large light blue eyes, wide cheekbones, a small chin and full sultry lips giving her a baby doll look. She was also looking at the soles of her feet. The Amazon she had imagined was a little person. "You will refer to me as Mistress Gina. Is that understood?" "Yes Mistress Gina," Wendy mumbled due to the leash in her mouth, as the little woman edged her self of the couch with a rocking motion and then dropped to the floor. She was just a little taller standing than Wendy was sitting on her heels. "Remove my robe Jean and you may both drop the leashes. " "Yes Mistress Gina." He removed her robe, revealing her totally naked body. "Have a good look Wendy," she turned slowly three hundred and sixty degrees. Wendy gaped, causing the leash to fall from her mouth. She had never seen a naked adult that small before. Gina was unbelievable curvaceous. He short sculptured thighs seemed almost as thick as they were long while her white ass was two perfect bubbles almost as spherical and every bit as inviting as Judy's. She had a fairly small waist and small but well turned breasts. Wendy felt a warm rush in her body; this was a woman she could love. "For tonight Wendy, this body will be your entire world. You will massage me, wash me, feed me, and tend to me in the bathroom or any thing else I desire. Your head will not at anytime be above mine, unless I give you explicit permission." She picked a riding crop off a table and cocked her head displaying the sweetest smile while flexing it. "What do you want me to do with this implement Wendy darling?" "Use it on my behind, Mistress Gina?" "Mistress Gina what!" Her sweet face turned severe making her eyes appear icily blue. "Mistress Gina please." "Why Wendy?" Her face turned quizzically sweet. "My Mistress has the right to discipline my unworthy body." Wendy had spoken to some of her own lovers like this but had never in a million years thought she would be on the receiving end. "Lie down on your stomach and suck on each of my toes." Wendy obeyed, sucking each toe on one foot. I can't hear you Wendy!" She gasped as the riding crop seared into her ass cheek. She sucked and slurped noisily on each toe again. The crop hit her other cheek, "Too much noise and not enough sucking, Wendy darling." She sucked harder on all ten toes in turn and was then told to roll over on her back. Gina straddled Wendy's face telling her to have a good look at her crotch. Wendy, still smarting with pain stared at an unusually thick red bush covering the delicacy she relished more than anything else in the world. Slowly it descended onto her face, magically erasing the pain in her ass. She could feel the riding crop fitted into her cleavage as she began licking her diminutive but thick mistress. She was ordered to reach for her breasts as ten small fingers began groping hers. Another pair of hands was prodding her thighs to spread and her knees to bend. She had forgotten about the husband all together. He began to kiss and grope her thighs and his tongue soon ended up in her crotch. He was a good licker; really good and she imagined it was Judy, moving her pelvis while relishing the feeling. She came quickly and wanted him to stop. Trying to push him away with her feet she felt the riding crop being picked up from between her breasts and she immediately spread her thighs rocking her pelvis invitingly. It seemed like forever before her mistress responded to her tongue but she finally heard her groan while those ten stubby fingers groped deep into her breasts, her little body shaking with pleasure. Gina picked up the riding crop and rose while her husband stopped licking and sat back on his knees. "Oh I see my dear husband has an erection. Is he turned on by this long legged slut?" "Oh no, my thoughts are only with my mistress Gina, I'm sorry for having an erection without permission, please punish me." "Wendy darling, get on your hands and knees." She quickly assumed the required position. "Now, I want your head on the carpet turned so you can see me and you knees spread out. That's it a little farther, good." Whack! Whack! "That's for turning on my husband darling! Well! What do you have to say for yourself? "I'm sorry for being such a slut Mistress Gina; I'm really sorry." "Jean, jerk off on her ass but don't dare touch her with your hands!" She could feel his thighs on her inside thighs. "That's it dear husband you can start jerking off, you may fondle your own balls. Whack! "Thank you Mistress Gina," he gasped. Wendy could hear him puffing as he masturbated. About ten seconds went by. "More punishment please Mistress Gina." He begged breathlessly. Whack! "Thank you Mistress Gina. Please I beg my mistress pose her beautiful body for me, please." Wendy watched Gina doing a seductive bump and grind for him. "Oh thank you mistress, oh oooooooh." She felt his sperm splashing on her ass, mostly in her crack. "Squeeze out the remainder on her ass dear husband." Wendy felt his mushroom rubbing on her cheeks wetting them as he squeezed out the remainder. "Lick it off her," he slurped the gobs off her skin. "I see some on her anus dear husband," Wendy jerked as that particular area was tongued. Whack! Whack1 Whack! "Thank you Mistress Gina, more please." "Maybe later dear husband, maybe later. On all fours both of you." Wendy assumed the required position. "Hand me the leashes." Wendy handed her the loop end of her leash and they were led on hands and knees like two dogs into a bathroom. There Gina mounted a ladder-stool and her two slaves could now stand up and tend to her. Jean washed her lower body with a wet cloth and nodded to Wendy to get a towel. Gina waited impassively while Wendy dried her, lifting an arm or spreading a thigh like a robot to accommodate her slave's tasks. When finished, Jean fitted her with a robe and pointed for Wendy to get her slippers. She fitted them carefully on her mistress's feet and then fell on all fours with Jean as Gina descended to leave the room. "You may clean each other and then prepare supper. I'll be in the living room." Wendy watched Jean as he used a washcloth to wipe her inside thighs and vagina. "Listen Jean I can do that my self." He looked up at her then toward the door and back to her, his face showing actual fear. "We're not allowed to speak and we must follow our mistress Gina's commands to the letter," he whispered holding one finger to his lips. Wendy was taken aback, this guy was unreal. Playing games was one thing but then again; maybe this was part of her test to earn Judy. He soaked the cloth and handed it to her. She wiped him off and for the first time cleaned a penis. After drying each other she followed him to the kitchen. The supper was already done and it was just a matter of heating some things up and set a table for one in the dining room. The kitchen was made for a full sized person and she wondered how Gina could function here and then it struck her. This wasn't a charade for one evening; this sweet person was a real life slipper-hero and obviously relished his role. She'd seen it in his eyes during their sex session, he worshipped the little woman like a teen would a rock star. They set the table for one, after they were done he stood studying the setting, making slight adjustments like a waiter would in an up-scale restaurant. They crawled back into the living room and began kissing Gina's toes. No words were spoken and she ignored them for a minute or two while they each held a foot kissing away. When ready, she put down her magazine and slid of the couch reaching for the leashes. She held them both in one hand and picked up the crop in the other, giving both of them a light whack before leading them off. Wendy was getting sick of the riding crop ritual but kept her mind focused on Judy. In the dining room Jean got down flat on the floor. Gina stepped on his back to get on the chair. She said grace before allowing Jean to feed her while sitting on his knees to one side of her chair. He motioned for Wendy kneeling on the other side to hold a glass to Gina's mouth when he sensed she wanted to drink. When she finished he became a living step again. She gave them each three fairly hard whacks and then left for the living room after saying that they were allowed to speak while they ate and cleaned up. He never said a word while they cleaned off the table and served their own food at a small table in the kitchen. He never stared at Wendy's naked body or made any advances, working away almost like he was in a trance. "You really love your wife don't you," Wendy finally managed to say, trying to break the ice. He looked at her as if she was half-baked. "Mistress Gina is a goddess," he said sounding like he meant it literally. His eyes were blazing with that emotive glow affected by movie stars in the old silent movies. "Do you always do the cooking and cleaning for her?" He looked at Wendy for a second with slightly surprised expression. "Gods do not attend to menials tasks; only mortals." Wendy was sorry she had asked and changed the subject. "Well she is very beautiful and sexy. As a lesbian I'm really turned on by her. Did you know that I am a lesbian." "No," he said, "my mistress never talks to me about our visitors. My only duty is to serve her and whoever she orders me to serve." "But ... she's not only your mistress, she is your wife too." "True enough but a marriage certificate is just a formality for mere mortals; our relationship is much more than that, Mistress Gina - is - a goddess." He spoke in a deadly serious voice and then got up to start the dishes. Wendy rose to help while watching him carefully. He was either madly in love with his wife or completely crackers. After finishing they crawled back into the living room where Gina was watching a sitcom. They both curled up on the carpet after kissing her toes and watched the program with her. After it was over she shut off the TV, telling Jean to leave the room and tend to his work. After he kissed her toes and crawled out of sight she told Wendy to get up and sit next to her on the couch. "But Mistress Gina ... my head would be..." "I've just given you an order Wendy." She crawled up on the couch and sat next to her headstrong mistress. "Help me off with the housecoat." Wendy did as she was told and folded the item on the coffee table. "Lift me up on your lap," again she followed her orders and lifted her small but surprisingly heavy body onto her lap. "Fondle my body Wendy, you are now madly in love with me." She pulled on her leash pursing her lips. Wendy tongued her while stroking and groping her shapely little body. "Do you like my body Wendy?" "I love you and I love your body Mistress Gina. I really do. I am lesbian you know." "Oh I know all about you Wendy and call me Gina while my husband is out of earshot." She kissed Wendy passionately while groping her breasts and then sucked on her neck. "Your husband Gina, he sounds really serious about you being a goddess." "He's a computer geek, a genius who makes good money at it. That's where he is right now on that computer but outside of that, I'm his whole world. He really believes I'm a goddess and that he is my mortal servant. I'm a lesbian as well Wendy but I do like a man around for show, as long as he's the submissive feminine type." "He certainly is that and pretty too. Do you make him shave his body or is that his idea?" "I want him smooth and soft like a woman. No hairy gorilla would ever touch me. Would you like him to penetrate you?" "You're my mistress Gina, if you say so." "No really, I never let him do it to me but sometimes to reward him I let him fuck one of my lesbian lovers." "You mean your marriage was never consummated? I can't believe it." "I'm a goddess remember, mortal rituals do not apply. I let him caress me and eat me out and sometimes I pose for him while he jerks off watching me. He's very happy with that." "And then you make him eat his own cum and whip his ass as a reward. I'd like to find a man like that." "He is a rare on for sure, we'll decide about you and my husband later. Right now I want to eat you out. Lean back and flip me upside down." Gina stretched out and Wendy grasped her by the waist lifting her diminutive mistress's crotch to her face. Gina clamped her thighs around Wendy's neck and buried her own face between Wendy's spreading thighs. Wendy relished making love to the shapely little woman and climaxed quickly and then again before Gina moaned and groaned, shaking spasmodically with her own climax. Gina stretched out on her back across Wendy's lap, savoring the feeling while Wendy massaged her body gently. She was falling in love with this tiny goddess herself and wondered if she could ever come back again. Better not ask now she thought, her goal for being here was still Judy's body. Gina told Wendy to lie down on the floor and spoke into a portable intercom. "Bring the towel Jean, on the double!" He appeared almost immediately, the leash in his mouth, crawling with a wash bowl and a towel. He wiped his mistress's vagina after kissing her feet and then Wendy's vagina. Gina then ordered him to leave while turning on the TV. They watched another sitcom with Gina sitting on Wendy's lap. She relished having her arms around Gina's soft flesh, occasionally caressing various parts of her body. During commercials Gina would crane her neck for a long kiss while pulling on the leash. After the second show she shut off the TV and called for Jean. She told Wendy to get on the floor on all fours facing her. Jean arrived, kissing her feet and then she handed him the crop. Wendy wondered why and watched him licking the business end until it was soaking wet. He handed it back and turned sideways, folding his arms behind his back. He got about eight whacks after which she pointed at Wendy with the crop. He kissed all of Gina's toes and then crawled behind Wendy, poking his penis between her thighs. Gina motioned for Wendy to reach back and guide it in. Not a word had been spoken during all this. Wendy reasoned that this particular ritual had been repeated many times. Gina slid off the couch and posed for them, as he stroked Wendy very gently. Usually in the last week when a man had defiled her body with a penis, she had kept Judy's image in her mind but she was so captivated by Gina that it wasn't necessary. Harassment Backlash Ch. 03 She found it strange that his hands didn't touch her. Looking over her should for an instance she saw the reason. He was reaching out to his goddess with both arms, like a preacher beckoning the sky for his maker. She was being screwed by a man who hardly knew she was there. Suddenly he pulled out and jerked his semen on her ass, wiping his knob on it and then licking it up as before. He got another eight or ten whacks for his effort and then crawled away, supposedly to his computer after the ritual toe kissing. She didn't see him again until he served them breakfast in bed the following morning She had made passionate love to Gina many times during the night and had no idea where he had slept neither did she care. I was hard for her though, to consider him a barbarian. As a matter of fact it was hard for her to think of him as a man. She would marry someone like him, someone who would slavishly serve his wife and her lesbian girlfriends. *** Judy had never looked better to her in the office on Monday morning. "You have another appointment tomorrow night here is the address," Judy told her smiling mysteriously at quitting time. Another upscale apartment and she wondered as she rode the elevator, what trails she would have to endure in this building She knocked on the door and waited. When it opened she just stood there gaping at Judy. "Well aren't you coming in Wendy, Judy smiled invitingly." "I ... well of course ... Judy, it's you." "Come in or have you changed your mind?" Wendy walked in, her mouth gaping in shock. "This is your apartment. What happened?" "No Wendy, here let me take your coat." She hung it in the hall closet and walked in to the open concept apartment. Wendy followed her being almost in a trance. "You see Wendy, this is your last test, sort of that is. We have studied your likes and dislikes with the reports we got from the people you served. Based on that, we have decided that you need a partner, and we have found one that we know you'll like. That person owns this apartment." Judy sat down on a couch and padded the seat next to her. They had a panoramic view of the city's skyline and Judy pointed out the building they worked in. Wendy didn't pay attention, just stared at Judy's face and her sexy body in a mini dress. "The person who lives here will be your common law partner for the next six months. We can make love all night if you like but first you must swear that you will move in here and stay for the six months. If you do, I can promise you my body once a week or thereabout after that. Don't ask me who it is or want gender. Though I can tell you this person is about your age and you will be the dominant partner. I want a yes or a no right now, no question." "Yes Judy I swear" Wendy said quickly, not caring what would happen as long as Judy was hers tonight. "Jamie, come in here now." Judy called calmly but firmly. A white male walked in. He was stark naked and like Gina husband femininely beautiful, being of almost the same height and athletic build. He had light brown hair and blue eyes and like Gina's husband a sensitive obedient face. "Jamie this is your mistress Wendy. Say hello?" "I am honored Mistress Wendy you are even more beautiful than I'd been told." Wendy decided to play the mistress right away and ignoring Judy with some difficulty, she got up and walked around him. She felt his muscles as if she was a slave trader. He was about half a head shorter in her bare feet. "This was weird but great," she thought. "She had Judy now and a beautiful apartment with a built in servant." She sat down again while Jamie waited. "But how, where did you get this guy Judy." "He was trained by a lesbian couple, friends of ours," Judy winked knowingly, "for the last couple of years. They have agreed to give him up for adoption, provided they can maintain occasional visiting rights." "Undress me Jamie," Wendy suddenly blurted out." She got up again and he followed her order and systematically removed her clothing, folding each item neatly on a coffee table. "Did I tell you to get a hard on?" "Oh Mistress Wendy you're asking the impossible. Please punish me just the same." She looked around for something to whip him with. "I'll get the riding crop mistress." "Why do you own a riding crop?" She asked suspiciously. "I'm an equestrian, mistress. It's my hobby." He hurried off and produced the implement. He presented his ass, and then she remembered Gina's method. "Stand up and wet the end first." He obeyed and licked the crop like Jean had done. He handed it back to her and presented again. She gave him five not very hard like Gina had done. That was something she would have to get used to. A hand spanking was one thing but of course this was not a female but a member of the barbarian side of the species. He fell to his feet and kissed them both. "You've still got a hard on, why?" "My mistress would have to whip me until I fainted." She sat down with Judy and looked at him watching her with a devoted expression. "Why is your body not shaven I hate body hair? Never mind we can get that done later. Right now I want you to masturbate. But first undress Judy for me." Judy willingly got up and let him remove her clothing. When he was done Wendy ordered him to pick up a plate off the coffee table, get on his knees and jerk off on it. She performed a slow bump and grind for him and Judy joined her. He came almost instantly splattering his load on the plate. "Lick the plate clean Jamie." He eagerly obeyed. Wendy put her arms around Judy's waist and kissed her lightly. "Have I met all your conditions now Judy?" "You can call me Ebony now darling." She reached her arms around Wendy's neck kissing her passionately. "You passed with flying colors. Take me to bed! Please?" Wendy looked back at Jamie. "I call you if I need you Jamie." "Of course Mistress Wendy; I'm always here for you." They walked to the bedroom, embracing and kissing. "Ebony?" Wendy asked. "Yes Wendy," Judy answered while throwing back the covers. "Is this for real, I mean -was that an act he put on out there." Judy got down on the bed, spread her thighs and reached her arms invitingly. "Wendy, in six months, or sooner if you want, just tell him if you want to make it legal." Wendy lowered her body onto her ebony dreamboat and kissed her full lips. She then raised her head slightly. "And he'll say yes?" They kissed again while Judy hugged her passionately. Judy then grasped Wendy's head, lifting it looking her squarely in the eyes. "Does the sun rise in the east?" The End Reavan Harassment With a frown, the cop looked at Christy. "Since your friend seems reluctant and you were driving, I guess it's up to you." "What do you mean, up to me?" Christy asked even though she had a pretty good idea what the cop was getting at. The policewoman took her weight off Tina and used both hands to work her knee length skirt up around her hips. Christy was surprised to see black thigh high stockings and a black lace thong. "Those tickets I mentioned earlier could disappear if you could take care of this little problem I seem to have," she said as she pulled the thong to the side, her slickly shaved pussy coming into view. Christy shook her head quickly. "Oh well, its no skin off my nose if your license is pulled and your insurance goes up about double what it is now." Christy's face went white. Her boyfriend didn't know she had his truck. Her mom thought someone with a license was driving. Her dad would kill her if the insurance rates went any higher than they already were. A dyke cop had just fucked her best friend and now the same dyke wanted her to eat pussy. "I... uh.... I've... uh... you know. I've never done that before. I wouldn't know what to do." "Life's a bitch ain't it? You will figure it out once you get to it. I'll even give you pointers and direct your head where I want it," the cop said with a grin. "I couldn't.... I can't...." Christy mumbled. "Ok then, let me get my ticket book," the cop said releasing her panties. "No!" Christy said sharply. "Then get your cute little ass over here then and start licking," The officer said exposing her pussy again as she lifted her left foot and placed it on the bumper of the truck. "I'll even give you more room to work." Christy slowly and reluctantly moved to face the cop and then took a couple of steps forward. "Hold it right there," the cop said. She slipped another set of cuffs out of a case on her hip and added, "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Christy shivered and then trembled as first one cuff closed on her wrist and then the other. "Now you can turn around," the officer said. When Christy turned to face the cop again, the toy was right in front of her face. "Open your mouth," the cop whispered. With a moaning whimper, Christy did as she was told. She moaned deeply as the cop pushed a couple of inches of the toy into her mouth. "Suck it, taste your little friend. It'll give you something to compare to while you lick me." Christy whimpered but sucked on the toy. She was surprised to find that Tina tasted a lot like her own pussy tasted. When the cop pushed more of the toy into her mouth, Christy moaned softly and sucked even harder. "If nothing else, you're a natural born cock sucker," the officer said with a laugh as she pulled the toy out of Christy's mouth. "Now lets see how you can lick a clit." Christy moaned as she went to her knees in front of the woman. Her hands being cuffed behind her back made it hard to get down without falling and added to her humiliation. She was still trying to figure out if she could do this when the cop's fingers gripped her hair. Then she did not have any choice, the cop pulled on her head as she pushed her hips forward. Christy found her face plastered to a pussy, a very wet pussy at that. The officer flexed her hips, rubbing her slit on Christy's nose. "Get that tongue out there and lick, bitch." Christy tried to pull back but the woman was to strong and she ground her pussy on Christy's mouth and nose even harder. "Lick it or I'll push you down and ride your face. I'm getting off, one way or another." Tina yelled, "Stop, you're hurting her." The officer laughed. "You want to be next? If not, then shut the fuck up. I ain't hurt her yet but I can." Christy tried to twist her head away and for her trouble found herself flat on her back with her legs bent under her, her thighs spread wide, and her hands and arms trapped. The cop still had her pussy on Christy's face. "This will work also," the woman said and laughed. "I used to ride rodeo a long time ago so you don't have a prayer of bucking me off." The cop flipped the toy in her hand around, flicked the little switch on the end to high, and then reached back to press the side of the shaft to Christy's clit. There was a muffled yell from Christy and then her hips were jerking and jumping. "Ride em, cowgirl," the officer said and laughed again as she rubbed her clit on Christy's nose. She rubbed the toy up and down in Christy's slit and over her clit. Christy rolled her head back and forth and tried to yell again as the hard buzzing toy shot pleasure and a little pain all though her system. The officer's pussy was literally in her mouth. Somewhere about then Christy started to lick. When she did, the officer lifted her hips slightly and flexed them slowly. Christy was now licking her from her clit to her opening. Light, feathery, flicking licks, the kind that tease and tickle so good. The cop eased the pressure up on the toy also. Now it was rubbing lightly over Christy's clit. Christy's hips were rocking and trying to get the buzzing toy to touch her harder. She was so close to coming but not quite there. The light touch was frustrating and made her want to scream. Suddenly the toy went away. Christy moaned loudly and flexed her hips up as far as she could with her legs bent back under her. The woman leaned back and suddenly the toy was pressed against Christy's opening. She gave a soft yell as it parted her lower lips and then tried to yell louder as it sank in several inches. Christy was beside herself as the big toy stretched and filled her tight pussy. She licked the cop harder and faster. She was on the edge of being out of control as the buzzing toy sank deeper and deeper. Her hips were jerking and wiggling from side to side at the same time. "Go baby, lick mama, lick mama good," the cop cooed as she shifted her clit back a little so Christy's tongue was all over it. A moment later, she moaned softly and pulled the toy almost all the way out of Christy's clinging pussy. Christy gasped loudly and stopped licking. The cop pressed the toy home. Christy went wild again, jerking her hips and licking like mad. The policewoman started to fuck Christy slowly as she whispered, "That's it, get mama off, get her off good." The orgasm that rolled over Christy was a monster. She felt it in places she did not know existed. She shook her head and sucked on the clit of the woman above her. The cop yelled, "Oh hell yeah," as Christy sucked and rolled the clit around with her tongue even harder. The officer was suddenly coming and Christy was still going strong. Every time the toy sank in to the hilt, Christy went wild sucking, nipping, and licking the clit in her mouth. The cop was going crazy as she did. A few seconds, a minute, an hour, whatever, the officer rose up and leaned forward, coming up on her hands and knees. "Oh God, that's enough," she whispered softly. "Mama's had all she can handle." She rolled to the side and sat down on the grass. Christy lay motionless on the grass. The only things moving were her chest from her hard ragged breathing, and her hips twitching as the big toy slowly slipped out of her stretched pussy. She made a soft whimpering sound ever so often. Tina leaned on the truck with her mouth open and her eyes wide. She could not believe what she had just witnessed. Her best friend in the whole world was eating pussy and coming her brains out at the same time. Of course, she already knew what being fucked with that damned toy felt like. It was mind blowing. ***** Officer Amanda Daniels was standing by the driver's window of the truck. Christy and Tina were dressed and back inside. The officer had the big purple vibrator in her hands. "I should make the two of you come by the station to get this back or better yet, my apartment, but I won't." She dropped the toy in Christy's lap. "You drive safe now you hear and if you ever want a friendly rematch, just park here again. I work most weekends and Wednesday through Friday." "Aren't you worried about us telling someone about what happened here?" Tina asked. Amanda grinned and shook her head. "It was a routine traffic stop and I let you get on your way with only a warning. My word against yours and no evidence to the contrary. Who would be believed?" "Uh, yeah," Tina whispered. "If you want to try it young lady go right ahead. My record is spotless and no one in this town even suspects I am a lesbian. I date a male cop on a regular basis. It doesn't matter that he's as gay as can be, no one suspects that either." Christy laughed. "I wanted wild and I got wild. It wasn't exactly what I expected it to be but...." "Anytime you want a rematch, just let me know. Under the right circumstances it would be a lot more than wild," Amanda said with a big grin. "I've got this strap-on that makes that toy look small." "Uh, no thanks, this thing is big enough for me," Christy said with a laugh as she tossed it into Tina's lap. "I am going to the store and getting me one just like this. Only I think I want red." "Reds always a good choice," Amanda said with a laugh. "My dicks are all red, every last one of them." "On second thought...." Christy whispered as she started the truck. The lady cop was still laughing as Christy drove away.