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A Debt to be Paid

By: aldenbradley



When Laura walked into my office, I knew some- thing was wrong. She was dressed to the nines and looked like a million bucks.

Laura is twenty-eight. She stands five-six in her stocking feet, and in the two-inch heels she was wearing, she looked like an Amazon goddess. Her blond hair was pulled back tight in a bun and shone like gold in the early afternoon sunlight. She wore a white blouse, opened almost to her navel, and a tight, black skirt that showed off the superb curves of her hips. The single strand of an ankle bracelet accented her black stockings.

"This is a surprise, Laura," I told my sister- of six years. She had married my brother, Stephen just after he had gotten his CPA from Ohio State. She had her BA in marketing. She sure as hell knew how to market herself, I thought.

"Thank you for seeing me with no notice," she said, her voice a low, thrilling, virtual whisper. "I'm fairly desperate, and you're the only one I could think of who might be able to help me."

"Please," I interrupted. "Sit down. Can I get you a drink? Coffee, soda, or maybe you'd like some- thing with a little more character."

"Yes, thank you. A scotch, please, with just a little soda."

My bright office on the thirty-second story of a downtown office building was equipped with a well-stocked bar, glass and ebony. I walked to it and made my sister and relatively stiff drink. The ice tinkled in the glass as I carried it to her.

"I think I'll pass for now, if you don't mind. We've got a board meeting at three. I should stay fairly sober for that, I think," I joked.

A wan smile flickered across her face; a face that looked like it had been sculpted out of the finest marble.

"So, what kind of help do you need?" I asked.

"To be frank, financial."

I was surprised. Stephen was very successful. The two of them lived quite comfortably.

"To the tune of?" I inquired.

"Thirty-two thousand," she almost whispered.

"A fairly hefty sum. I know Stephen's stocks are doing well. He would have that much."

"Stephen can't know. If he knew, it would kill him."

"You want to tell me about it?"

"I've had," she paused a second, "an affair. A young man of incredible build and absolutely no values."

"An interesting word for an adulteress," I said. "But, I'm not your judge."

"The thirty-thousand is his payoff to keep his mouth shut. The two sent him to Rio with papers to allow him residency."

"I see."

"The whole thing was an awful mistake," she said. "Stephen was working all the time. I had nothing to do. It just seemed to happen."

"Well, that's all in the past now. The question is, how will you repay it without Stephen finding out?"

"What?"

"You can't repay a loan like that in fifty dollar increments, Laura. How will you repay it without Stephen noticing the draw down on your funds?"

"I thought...well, that you would make it a gift."

"Laura, I'm a businessman. I'm the CEO of a large investment house. This seems like a large investment to make as a gift. I'm afraid we're going to have to work out some sort of a repayment plan for you. Mind you, I'm a generous man. Let's see if we can't run some numbers."

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She re-crossed her legs; the action causing a most delightful swishing sound as her stockings rubbed against each other.

"What would you say to, oh, let's say, two thousand a month? That would give you a sixteen month payback period." I smiled at her. "Sixteen months and no interest? I'm sure you'll see that as very generous."

Her voice was choked. "It is generous. But, I can't manage that. I just don't get enough to hide two thousand a month. There has to be another way."

I looked at this gorgeous woman across my desk. My heart began pounding as the bud of an idea blossomed in my mind.

"Well," I started, "you know I've always been very jealous of Stephen because of you. You have the classic beauty that every man dreams about."

"Thank you," she said very quietly.

"And," I continued evenly, "since it was sex that got you into this mess..."

She gave a short, sharp intake of breath.

"Perhaps sex will get you out of it."

She stared at me for a long moment.

"Surely you're not suggesting that I sell myself."

"Not to just anybody, Laura. You're not a common whore. No, to a very small, very influential, and very affluent clientele."

"You don't understand..." she began.

"Oh, I think I do, dear," I cut her off. "You are in need of thirty-two thousand dollars, on the sly, so to speak. I've got it and can lend it to you. All you have to do is pay it back. I'm offering you a method. You've already demonstrated that you can be an unfaithful wife. Why not capitalize on that?

"In fact, depending on the demand, you could pay this whole amount off in less than a year. And Stephen, your devoted husband would never know a thing about it."

"I don't see that I have any choice. What are the details?"

"Well, let's see. Let's start with the rate for your services. A really good call girl gets about, what, five hundred from each client? I think that's a fair starting point."

"A thousand," Laura said. "As you said, I'm no common whore."

"Seven-fifty," I offered.

"No, Larry, a thousand. That's thirty-two, uh, clients. In a year's time, that's nearly three a month."

I smiled. "For eleven months, only. Three a month for ten months, then two for the last month."

"So, I could pay you off in less than a year. Where do the "clients" come from?"

"I'll take care of that. I'll call you with the dates and times. All you have to do is make sure you look as good as you do now. As a matter of fact, I can give you your first booking right now."

"Oh, really?"

I reached for the intercom and pressed the button.

"Mrs. Northrup. Hold all my calls for the next say, forty-five minutes. I'm going to be dealing with a family crisis and am not to be disturbed under any circumstances. No calls, no visits, no interruptions. In fact, I am out to everybody but the President, Vice President or Speaker. Understood?"

"This afternoon's speaker, sir? For the board meeting?" the intercom squawked.

"The Speaker of the House of Representatives, Mrs. Northrup. No calls."

I clicked off the intercom and stood up behind my desk. I walked around to where my sister sat in her chair. I lifted the half-empty glass from her hand and placed it on my desk.

"You're first client," I said, my heart pounding, "is me. You can begin working off your debt this very afternoon."

She stood up and looked straight into my eyes. Her hands moved to release the three small buttons holding her blouse on. I watched as she unbuttoned each one and then shrugged her shoulders to release the garment from her shoulders.

The lovely mounds of flesh on her chest welled up from the lacy, white bra she had on. Her hands found the clasp between those marvelous breasts and unsnapped it. As she slowly pulled the ends out and away, her firm, white tits came fully into view. Her areolas were a light brown. My heart pounded as my hand brushed along the top, side and bottom of her generous breasts. I let my finger slide over the hardening nipple."

"You can stop right there, for now," I said. "I want to savor these beauties for a few minutes."

I leaned over and kissed the top of one breast, then the other. I weighed them in my hands, then lifted one and then the other to my lips. I gently kissed the nipple, running my tongue over the protrusion in my mouth.

"I never dreamed," I said, my hot breath on her growing nipple. "So ripe. So tender. So delicious."

I let my tongue circle the areola. I flicked it lightly, sucking it between my lips and teeth. She moaned as my teeth rubbed across the engorged little bud.

"So!" I said, pulling back a little. "You do enjoy it."

"Yes," she replied. "It feels like electricity running from there all the way through my body."

"I know you might find this hard to believe, Laura," I said softly, "but, I want this to be as good for you as I know it's going to be for me. It's not my intention to use you, but to amuse you, arouse you, and to please you."

I cupped one breast in each hand and gently massaged them.

"You can continue, now," I said.

Laura reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it over her incredible hips and let it slide down into a small, black puddle around her ankles. I saw she was not wearing pantyhose, but a garter belt to hold up her stockings. My cock started to throb at that sight, as well as the vision of her black panties hiding under the garter belt.

"Oh, my dear," I said. "You are exquisite."

She reached for the garter belt and I stayed her hand.

"I like it. Just the panties."

She slid her fingers under the waistband and tugged at the black fabric of her bikini briefs. She unhooked her hose to allow the panties to pass over her stockings, then re-attached them. It was incredibly sexy to watch her hook up her stockings. My dick was fully hard now in anticipation.

She stood up and faced me. Her pubic hair was shaved to a small strip, about as long and wide as my thumb. The tiny hairs were golden brown, attesting to her claim of being a natural blonde.

"What about you?" she said. "You intend to fuck me with all your clothes on?"

"Of course not," I answered, slipping off my jacked and tugging at my tie. Laura went to work on my pants as I wrestled with the buttons on my shirt. She unhooked my belt, then released the catch. I felt her fingers slide over my erection as she unzipped my trousers.

"Let me," I said, kicking off my shoes and sliding my shirt off at the same time. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and tossed it onto the chair. Laura looked at my chest and then placed both her hands on my pecs. She rubbed them slowly and reached her hand around my neck. Her lips came up to mine and she kissed me passionately. Her tongue slid between my lips and teeth and teased at mine. Her glorious breasts were pushed into my chest, and her breathing was becoming quicker.

I pulled away from her kiss and looked at her. "You seem to be very much into this."

"I've had dreams," she said simply. "Call it the realization of a fantasy."

"Indeed." I let my pants slide to the floor, then pulled my briefs off. I led her over to the sofa. She sat down and took a hold of my nearly stiff cock. She held it in one hand, passing the other over the tip. Her fingers played a little tattoo on it as she caressed my manhood. Then she stuck her tongue out at licked off the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the end. I had never seen anything so erotic.

My sister kissed the end of my rod as if it were her lover's lips. She gently sucked it, tongued it, and held it between her lips for what seemed like minutes. Then she kissed it's length, little tiny sucking kisses all the way down the side to the root, then back up the other side to the tip. I shuddered with the sensation as one hand grasped my balls and she lightly scratched behind them. It had the effect of pushing me forward, and as I moved, her lips and mouth engulfed me.

It was all I could do to breathe; the sensations were so strong. As she held most of me in my mouth, her tongue beat upon the underside of my shaft. Then she locked on it with her lips and pressed me to the roof of her mouth with her tongue. I could the feel little sucking motions of her tongue as she held me there, all the while scraping her fingernails under and around my balls.

"You are just marvelous," I said through short, heavy breaths. "But, really, you must stop. I will surely come in just a few moments. I want to save that for later."

"But, I like it," she said. "You're so hard, and the skin is so smooth and soft. And, I like those little ridges the veins make."

"There will be other times, Laura," I said, "for I fully intend to use a lion's share of the allotment of your services."

"Oh, I see," she said. "Well, it might not be so bad, then."

I instructed her to sit down on the couch. When she did, my fingers slid over her belly and across her garter belt, into the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She gasped as my finger found her little love bud. I removed it, licked it, and slid it back to find her clit. As I circled it with my finger, she began to moan, or hum, I really couldn't tell which.

As I slid my finger around her hot, wet, love box she arched her back and pushed her hips upward. My finger found her hole and she moaned softly as it slid in. I circled it lightly then slid out to encircle her little bud again. Three times I made the circuit and then slid it back into her. She put her hand on top of mine and said, "There. Leave it there."

She began to hump my fingers, making them slide in and out of her. Her moans became grunts and her pace quickened. She put both her hands on mine and pushed hard. She was firing off like a rocket. Her head rocked downward and the back against the sofa. Her hips arched upward and I could feel her cunt compressing and releasing as she came, her voice making a low "oooohhhhhhh" sound. She collapsed her hips down one the sofa and I removed my hand.

I went to kneel in front of her. My tongue was trembling for the contact with her sweet pussy. I lifted her knees over my shoulders and pulled her damp, sweet love-box to my lips. I kissed her labia, tonguing the inner and searching for that throbbing little clit. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her. I finally achieved the marvelous position where my tongue was fucking her hole while my nose stimulated her clit.

"Oh, Larry," she moaned. "Stephen never does me like this. Mmmmmm. Please make me come on your tongue." Of course, that was my intention. I swirled my tongue inside her, licking up her juices. She had perfumed her inner thighs, and the scent mingled with her natural musk. My hard organ throbbed and my head swam with the sensation. I licked at her furiously while she humped on my face, the tip of my nose pressing her clit.

She began that low moaning, almost a growl. Her head rocked down, looking at me, but not looking, her eyes glassy with a far away stare. Her hands were clasped behind my head as she fucked my face. She rocked backward again. I could see her marvelous tits vibrating ever so slightly with her gyrations. This time, when she came, the sound was more guttural, almost animal. She growled and moaned and I felt her cunt compress my tongue. She almost turned inside out, pressing against the wave of her orgasm. When she was spent, I gently licked up and down her slit, tasting her delicious essence, and lubricating her for the main event.

"How do you want me?" I asked. "Missionary, you on top, or what?"

"No, no. Like this," she said, rolling her body around on the sofa, kneeling on it and presenting her back to me.

"Animal-style," I said. "Appropriate."

I stood behind her, taking my cock in my hand and sliding it around her slit. I found her hole and slid in very slowly.

"Oh, yessss!" she whispered. "Yes. Just like that."

I held very still and let the sensation and excitement subside. But, my sister, kneeling there with my cock inside her was desperate for sensation. She began to rock her hips, causing my dick to slide partially out of her and rub the front of her pussy. She moaned and rocked backward, taking me fully inside her.

"Slowly," I commanded. "I want the complete feeling of your cunt wrapped around my cock."

She slowed but continued to move. I put my hands on her delicate waist and slid them down to those glorious hips. I had to control the rhythm or she would make me come too soon. I rocked my hips forward to greet her backward thrusting. Then released her partially to slide away from me.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Just there. So good."

I set the pace. Three partial strokes and then the full. Three and the full. Three and the full. She started to growl again.

"Are you cumming?" I asked.

"Yes," she said through gasping breaths, "Yes, I'm cumming."

When I felt the constrictions begin inside her I dropped the three short strokes and just plunged into her time and again to my full length. Her groans turned into growls, and then into a louder yell. She closed her mouth and made grunting and moaning sounds through her nose. When she opened her mouth again it was with words I'd longed to hear.

"Oh, fuck me, Larry. Fuck me hard. I'm coming!"

I drove my cock into her, time and time again, fighting against the contractions in her pussy. I felt the orgasm begin to build behind my balls. I pulled her hips to me and pounded away. She was virtually screaming now as her orgasm continued, her interior muscles milking my cock. My own orgasm rushed down on me like a huge wave. I plunged as deep as I could into her and started spewing my seed inside her. My own grunts mingled with her screams and we came in one terrible and tremendous rush of emotion and elation.

When my cock had stopped shooting, I gently caressed her back. I slide my cock slowly in and out of her sopping pussy. I didn't want this to end. I told her so.

"I know," she said. "Me either. Just keep doing what you're doing."

My cock slid in and out slowly. I could feel her voluntarily contracting her muscles to hold and squeeze me while I was inside her.

"I'm very close to another, if you can keep it up," she said. "Just slowly, like your doing." I complied. My cock didn't seem to want to go down. It stayed relatively hard, though overwhelmingly sensitive. I thrust softly forward, then back, feeling the heat and soaking, silky wetness of her cum-laden cunt.

She called out, "Now, Larry, fuck me hard, now!"

I renewed my efforts and drove into her. Again, my hands held her hips as I pounded her. She mewed a little bit, then growled. Finally, there came the low voiced, "oooooohhhhhhhh" and the contraction of her pussy became involuntary. She pounded back on my cock as the wave of her orgasm overtook her. When she slowed, I pulled back and released her. She turned her head toward me and asked for tissues. The cum was dripping down her thigh toward her stockings. I raced across the room to the bar and grabbed a handful of napkins.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Next time, I'll be better prepared." I handed her a bunch of the napkins, keeping several for myself.

"You know, Larry," she said, standing and cleaning herself, "we should have done this a long, long time ago."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Laura. It makes the money seem much less of an important issue."

"I'm sorry about the money. I know now that I should have never been involved with that scumbag, especially with you around and available."

I found my briefs and pants and pulled them on. As I shrugged into my shirt I walked behind my desk, opened the drawer and pulled out my checkbook. I wrote out the check for thirty-two thousand, leaving the payee line blank. I handed it to her.

"Fill in whomever you want on the pay to line."

Laura took the check and looked at it. She put her right hand behind my neck and pulled me close to her. Her lips locked onto mine. She sucked lightly on my tongue and then released me.

"This is the second best thing that's happened to me today," she said.

"Oh really? What was the best?"

"You and me, together on that couch. That was the best."

I helped her gather her clothing and showed her the door to my private bathroom.

"There's even a shower in there, if you want it," I said.

"Not this time, Larry. Like you said, next time, we'll be better prepared." She kissed me lightly on the lips again and disappeared into the bathroom.

While she dressed, I retied my tie, tucked in my shirt, and put on my shoes and socks. I used the sink at the bar to wash my face and hands, then shrugged into my suit coat. When Laura came out of the bathroom she looked as stunning as when she had arrived.


A Debt to be Paid 01



Amanda woke up startled. Her head was pounding and her mouth was super dry. The last thing she remembered was some guy talking to her at the bar and offering her a drink. Amanda tried to open her eyes but it was useless her eyelids were too heavy. She let out a moan and attempted to sit up. Why was she laying down to begin with? Was she home? 

She heard a male's voice next to her, "Hey dude she's waking up." The sound of a man's voice shocked her and she forced her eyes to open. Where ever she was it was dark.

"Hey beautiful." Someone said, and she felt someone touch her thigh. She tried to move but she realized they her hands were tied. Panic started to rise inside her and she tried her best to stand but someone pushed her down. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Some guy said to her, she felt his hot breath in her ear. 

"What do you want?" She managed to get out. She hear two men laugh and she felt her stomach twist.

"We just wanna have fun baby." The guy that was next to her, kissed her on the check and she pulled away from him. 

"Aw Amanda don't be like that I thought we were friends." 

The sound of her name confused her and she tried her hardest to focus on a face.

"Do... Do I know you?" She began to squint hoping it would help her make out a face but it was useless. 

"Yea you know me." The guy said. She felt his hand travel up her tight to her stomach then to her breast. 

"Damn you got so big ass tits girl." He gave her nipple a pinch and she squirmed. 

"Please don't." She cried trying to move away but it didn't work.

The guy laughed, "Don't worry you'll learn to like my touch." He licked her ear and pinched her nipple again. Amanda was scared she didn't know what was going on. She knew that this guy wanted her and she didn't even know who he was. She felt her tears build up but she didn't wanna cry. After a few moments she realized that she was in the back of a van. But the van had no windows. Her hands were tied in front of her she figured that was good. She tried to figure out how many people were in the van with her. She knew two guys were in the back with her but she wondered who was driving and if someone was in the front passenger seat. Maybe she could make a run for it when they took her out the van.

"Hey boys we are almost there!" A female said. Amanda thought the voice sounded familiar. 

"Where are we going?" she asked trying to sit up again to see if she could make out anything in the front of the van. She was pushed down again.

"Do worry about it.", was the only answer she got out of her kidnappers. The van stopped and Amanda heard someone get out of the front. The side door to the van was opened and light spilled into the back of the van.

"Jesus Christ, why isn't the bitch blindfolded?" Amanda was in shock to see her roommate standing outside the van.

"Samantha? What the fuck is going on? And who are you calling a bitch?" Amanda had gone from scared to angry in the matter of seconds.

"I didn't think we had to blindfold her." Amanda turned to see Christopher, Samantha's cousin, was one of the guys next to her. 

"You're a fucking idiot Chris!" Samantha rolled her eyes. 

"Fuck you cunt! You should have told me what to do!" Samantha slapped Chris with the back of her hand.

"Call me a cunt one more fucking time you know I hate that word!" She said with her finger in his face.

"Stop it both of you! What's done is done! Now Samantha go claim down, and Chris take Amanda inside!" The other guy defused the situation in the matter of seconds, this let Amanda know that he was the guy that was in charge. 

Amanda looked over at the guy from the bar, he was still wearing the same clothes as before. His name escaped her but she was confused about what was going on. Samantha rolled her eyes and walked away from the van. 

"What is going on?!" Amanda asked again. 

"I will explain everything soon." The guy from the club said as he got out the van and followed Samantha. Amanda was pulled from the truck, she saw that they were in a parking garage. She looked around as Chris pulled her toward a door. 

"Chris what the fuck is going on?" Chris just ignored her and used a key card to unlock the door and pulled her inside. The inside was dimly lit and Amanda heard music pumping in the background. 

"Look Amanda if I were you I would stop asking questions okay!" Chris led her to a door and he tapped in a code to unlock the door. He led her inside a room. The interior was beautiful, the walls had some gold wallpaper on them with a squared pattern. There was a bed with royal blue bed spreads on it. She looked and saw a vanity mirror and noticed she still looked good for her "night on the town." He curls were a little messy but the still cascaded over her shoulder and down her back. She was still wearing her tight black dress that showed of her every curve. Amanda was no stick. She had 32DDD cups and 34 inch waist. Her ass was perfect for her body type and her thick tights were the icing on the cake. She had dark black hair and greenish eyes and pouty lips that made people think of Bratz dolls when they looked at her. 

"Sit on the bed and just wait." Christopher instructed. "Don't try anything stupid." He said before walking out of the room. Amanda sat on the bed and looked around the room. It was small but cozy. She had to remind herself that she had been kidnapped. The bed was comfy and before she knew it she was laying down. Her eye lids were heavy and she was tired before she knew it we had fallen asleep. Amanda awoke to see the guy from the club sitting next to her on the bed she darted up and jumped off the bed. 

"Hello to you too." The guy smiled at her. She had to admit he was cute. Which is why she had let him buy he a drink in the first place. 

"What am I doing here?" Amanda said staying away from the guy. She had move to a corner of the room farthest from him. 

"This is your new home Amanda." He said smiling at her.

"Like hell it is!!"

"Amanda please don't make this transition harder on you then it has to be!" The guy moved closer to her and she realized she had trapped herself in the corner of the room.

"What transition?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Amanda you now my property. I own you just as you would own a pet." Amanda chuckled this couldn't be real. 

"I don't know where you think you are but that is against the law you can't own people!" She pushed the guy aside and walked across the room to put some distance between them.

"Oh but I can. You see your father owes me a great deal of money and instead of paying out his debt in cash he gave me you." Amanda's heart dropped to the floor, she hadn't spoken to her father since she graduated from University. 

"You're lying and even if you were telling the truth about my dad owing you money why would he give me to you?" 

"It was either you or you Step Mother Deborah, I think her name is, and I think he is rather fond of her."

"I don't believe you!" Amanda yelled and she felt her tear well up in her eyes again. She and her father were never really close, her mother had died when she was 2. She lived her childhood going to different boarding school until she went to University of Pennsylvania for college. Amanda barley saw or spoke to her father. She barely knew his birthday or his age, she knew the month and year but the day was kind of hazy. She never asked questions as long as her bank account stayed full. 

"Well how about we call him." The guy took out his phone and dialed a number. 

"Hey Steve, It's me Jeff." He smiled to her and went back to his conversation. Her heart sank once she heard the guy say her father's name, at least that much she knew.

"Yea I'm here with Amanda and she is confused about the arrangement we had, I was wondering if you could set her straight. Yea, she is right her." Jeff handed her the phone. She hesitated before taking it. "Daddy?" She spoke into the phone, hoping this was all so cruel joke.

"I'm so sorry Amanda!" She lost it when she heard her father's voice. Her stomach twisted in knots and she felt like a car had been dropped on her chest.

"What do you mean you're sorry?! What did you do?" Amanda felt a tear run down her cheek.

"I had to they were going to take Deborah!" She couldn't believe her ears. This was really happening.

"Fuck Deborah I'm your daughter!!! You just sold me to some guy like I'm a pair for shoes!!" She couldn't believe her did this to her.

"Look I spent my whole life taking care of you and buying you things. It is your fault I was in this situation!" She couldn't believe her ears he was blaming her.

"Are you kidding me? I was a fucking child I never asked for you to give me anything! You brought me stuff so that I didn't bother you!" 

"You also never asked me to stop either. Look Amanda it's only for five years by the time that's done you'll be what 26? That's not too bad right. Come on do this for your father." 

"You were never a father to me!"

"Amanda don't be like that..."

"Go to Hell!" She threw the phone to the mirror and fell to the floor and started to sob. She had heard enough, she would never forgive him for this. Jeff came over to her and sat next to her. 

"It won't be all bad. You will learn to like it here." She pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek again. She moved away from him and continued to sob. Jeff stood up and retrieved his phone from among the broken glass. 

"Yea Steve I will take good care of her." He hung up his phone and walked over to the bed and sat back on it. Amanda started down at her tied up hands. She hated her dad, he did some messed up things but this was the worst of it all. After about a half hour of crying Amanda was tired. She began drifted to sleep with her head against the wall.

"Why don't you come to bed?" Jeff patted the comforter.

"I'm fine where I am." Amanda didn't want to be next to the man that took her freedom away.

"Don't make me have to come get you. I am being nice you don't want me to be mean." Jeff's voice was stern. 

"I can't get up my hands are tied." Amanda could get up she just didn't have the energy to do so. Jeff got up and pulled out a knife. Amanda saw the knife and got scared before she could react Jeff cut the ropes that were around her writs. 

"Now come to bed." Jeff said walking make over to the bed. Amanda took off her shoes and stood up and walked over the bed. Her head felt cloudy from crying so much. Just as she was about to get on the bed Jeff stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her in front of him. He looked her up and down. "Damn you're sexy." He rubbed her outer thigh and she tried to move away from him. 

"I'm tired." Amanda said just wanting to go to bed. 

Jeff smiled, "You don't know what tired is baby, but you will when I get done with you." 

Amanda pulled away from him again and went back to her corner. She wanted this nightmare to end. Amanda stood and placed her head on the wall in the corner wishing this all would just go away. She hear Jeff move off the bed but she didn't care she just wanted to dissapper. She heard him shuffling then she heard and clinging sound like a belt she glanced over to see him only wearing his boxer briefs. "What are you doing?!" she was both shocked and pleased by what she saw but she didn't want her kidnapper to know she found him attractive. 

"I'm getting ready for bed as should you." Jeff grabbed his clothes and draped them over the chair near the broken mirror. 

"I have nothing to wear to bed, and I'm all sweaty and gross." Jeff walked to the door and pushed a little red button. In a few minutes Samantha appeared in the room. 

"You rang." Samantha looked annoyed. 

"Amanda wants some fresh clothes and could you take her to go shower?" Samantha looked over at Amanda. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take her?" Jeff asked. She just rolled her eyes and told Amanda to follow her, she led her through an opposite door that she had come through. She entered the bathroom area. There was a walking shower and a full length mirror that covered one of the walls. 

"Towels are in there and you should know how to work the shower. It's just like the one at our old place." 

Amanda chuckled, "Our place? Are you serious?" she shook her head.

"Whatever." Samantha walked back out the way she came and closed the door behind her.

Jeff sat in the closet like both that had a two way mirror into the shower room. He knew Samantha was upset about him taking on Amanda because she felt like her spot as favorite was being taken from her but he knew that could never happen. He loved all his pets and he was excited about his new one. He watched as Samantha gave his new pet some of her spicy attitude which he began to love. He watched as Amanda stripped out of the tight dress, she removed her bra next. He got excited seeing that her nipples were already erect, next she removed her thong and then she stepped in the shower. Samantha left her to shower and came into his little box to watch with him. 

"I don't see what you like it her?" She said rolling her eyes again. Jeff loved knowing his favorite pet was jealous. 

"You know exactly what I like about her, because you like the same thing about her." He pulled Samantha to him and put her in front of the glass. 

"You know you like watching her and you know you can't wait to eat her pussy...again." He whispered in her ear and wrapped his arms around his pet. 

"She is cute." Jeff watched his favorite pet, watching his new pet in the shower. He could tell she like what she saw, he reached up under her shirt and felt her nipple. Sure enough it was hard. 

"Is my pet horny? Do you want me to fuck you while we watch her shower?" Jeff went down into Samantha shorts and felt her already slick folds. She began to moan and he pushed her up against the two-way mirror he pulled down her shorts and bent her over. He took out his rock hard member and rammed it into her sweet warm pussy

. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked thrusting deep inside her.

"Yes..fuck yes.." He reached around squeezed her breast and slammed into her. 

"Shit you feel so good new bitch got you so wet!!" He knew she liked her he could tell by the way her eyes lingered on her body. He looked up he saw his new pet rubbing soap all over her breast and in his mind it was his cum. He couldn't wait to fuck her, he was going to do it tonight. He thrusted wanting to feel Samantha cum on him. She started moaning louder the harder her slammed into her. Her ass was jiggling and his balls slipped into her wet cunt. 

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" She yelled against the glass.

"Cum for me baby!" Jeff said with his eyes still on Amanda. As soon as she started coming Jeff felt himself close to coming. 

"Drink my load pet!" Samantha was on her knees in seconds with her mouth opened. Jeff grabbed a fist full of her hair and shovel his cock down her throat. He exploded load after load into her warm throat.

"Drink all of it don't waste a drop!!" He felt her swallow all of his seed. He released her and she fell back on the floor. "I love drinking your cum." She said smiling. "I know you do." He pulled up his boxer briefs and looked at Amanda. She was drying off and looking at herself in what she thought was a mirror. 

"She finished her shower get cleaned up and take her back to her room. And clean up the glass that's in there." Jeff said. Samantha stood up and nodded. She fixed her clothes and then walked out of the closet. Jeff couldn't wait to play with his new pet.



A Debt to be Paid 02



This is the second part to a 5 part series I am writing. This is my third time submitting and I hope you guys like it. Comments are welcome. Also I know there might be a few grammar errors here and there, sorry about that otherwise enjoy the read.

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Amanda sat on the bed and watched Samantha sweep up the glass that was on the floor. She felt so betrayed and hurt, she really thought that Samantha was her friend. 

"Why are you staring at me?" Samantha stood up and glared at her old roommate. 

"Are you serious right now? Is that all you have to say to me?" Amanda's anger got the best of her. She stood up ready to slap the bitch that stood before her.

"Why are you mad at me I just did what I was told, I'm a pet same as you." Samantha said in an indifferent voice. She was in no mood for female drama she just wanted to clean up this mess and get out if there.

"This whole time you made it seem like we were building a friendship...you acted like we were close! This whole time you lied to me! You..."

Samantha had heard enough she cut Amanda off," So what I pretended to be your friend! What is this middle school? You got played get over it! You wanna be mad at me for this situation I am not the reason you are here! Sure I played a part in getting you here, but facts show you own a lot of money to Jeff, and that is not my fault! You wanna blame someone don't blame me! I was only following orders so fuck off!" 

Amanda couldn't hold back anymore, it wasn't her fault she was here, she didn't do anything to deserve this!

"I don't owe Jeff shit!! I never borrowed a dime from him! I didn't know who the baster was until today!!" Tears found their way back into her eyes.

"Well your here for a reason and that is not my problem!" 

Samantha finished cleaning up the glass and went to the corner and opened up small drawer. Amanda sat on the bed and began to cry again she was pissed and hurt and shocked all at once. Her emotions where on a roller-coaster and she desperately wanted off this ride. Samantha gathered some shorts and a tank top for Amanda to put on and rolled her eyes again when she saw her old roommate crying again.

"Crying isn't going to help." Samantha sat the clothes on the bed.

"H...How could he do this to me...his own daughter?!"" Amanda sobbed. 

"What are you talking about?" Samantha never knew why Jeff took in girls as his pets. All she knew was that they owed him money, like her. She owed him from when she dealt drugs and had gotten robbed that was 3 years ago. She still had 7 years to her sentence, but she didn't mine. She liked this life and she got to be near Jeff, even if it wasn't an ideal relationship he treated her well and she had some power here being his favorite. She never learned why anyone was there she didn't ask questions, she only cared about pleasing Jeff and making sure she stayed his favorite. Although with Amanda here she felt threatened but she couldn't let her know that. 

"It doesn't matter...You don't care." Amanda tighten the towel she was wearing around her body and wiped her eyes. Samantha sat on the bed and placed her hand on Amanda's thigh. 

"Amanda I do care...sort of... look I know you don't want to be here but there is nothing you can do about it. You might as well enjoy it. If Jeff has his way you will enjoy yourself were you like it or not. Don't make things harder on yourself." She moved her hand to Amanda's inner thigh and looked at her. She looked so sad with her but in a sexual way. Her black hair had curled up from the shower she had taken, her green eyes were darker than usual. Samantha moved closer to her old roommate and kissed her. No a deep lustful kiss but a small peck, she did care for Amanda but following orders came first. Samantha's hand went to the towel that Amanda was clutching. Amanda broke the kiss.

"Don't..." Amanda stood up and moved away from the bed. "You don't get to do that."

"Fine, have it your way. I'm only trying to help you, you can't change what's happening you might not like your situation but it could be worse. For example, look around you're in a nice room, Jeff could have out you in a cage. He's not as bad as you want to think he is." Samantha stood up and walked to the door.

"You can change into those and tomorrow your training will begin." 

"What training?" Amanda didn't like the sound of that.

"It depends of what Jeff wants your roll to be in his club. You learn more tomorrow. Try and get some rest you're going to need it." Without saying anything else she left out the room. 

Amanda changed into the black shorts and the gray tank top the Samantha had left for her. The clothes were too small and her ass cheeks her lower torso were out. She sat on the bed and relaxed she liked being alone for a while. She thought about what Samantha said about enjoying her stay, it didn't make sense to her. She knew that she and Samantha had fooled around a little in the past, back before she realized what a backstabbing bitch she was, but there was no way she would do that again. Amanda started to drift off to sleep finally realizing how tired she was. 

Jeff walked in to see his new pet sleeping, she looked so sexy in the tight shorts and little top she was wearing. He walked up to the bed and brushed her curls out of her face. She moaned softly and he smiled to himself, he was going to have her tonight and she was going to love it. He reached in his pocket and took out a syringe fill with his own personal "get horny" drug he created himself. He stuck the syringe into her neck and empty its contents into his new pet. She woke up from the prick and jumped up.

"What the hell was that?" Amanda said holding her neck. 

"Oh just a little something to loosen you up a bit." Jeff began to undress again, his dick getting hard knowing what he was about to do to her.

"What do you mean loosen me up?? What the fuck did you give me?" Amanda got out of the bed and looked in the new mirror and inspected her neck. 

Jeff just laughed and continued to remove his clothes.

"Why are you getting undressed?" She asked, she began to panic and her eyes got wide. 

Jeff looked at his new pet and could see she was flushed and her nipples were starting to harden under her shirt. She didn't even notice that her body was becoming aroused and he found that to be even more amusing. Jeff just sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke his rock hard shaft, it wouldn't be long before she was ready for him. She started breathing heavy and she sat down in a nearby chair. Her mouth was dry and she felt hot.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked breathlessly. 

"Nothing my pet, nothing is wrong with you." Jeff walked over to her and pulled her up to him. 

Her eyes were glazed over and she was licking her lips which he found to be intoxicating. 

"I...I'm..." She was flustered and he loved it.

"You horny my pet and I plain to make you enjoy it." Amanda knew she was horny but she was confused as to how and why. Her pussy was wet and she knew she was excited. She tried to fight her feeling but her body acted on its own. Jeff laid her down on the bed and ripped off her tank top exposing her bare breast. Her nipples were pulling erect and he couldn't wait to taste them. His mouth covered her right nipple and she let out a moan and arched her back in response to him. He nursed her nubs while she moan and clawed at the sheets. He took this as her wanting more so he gently bit down on her erect nipple.

"Oh..." She exclaimed and sucked in a breath. She felt her shorts getting soaked and she couldn't think straight all she knew was that she wanted to cum and soon. 

"Do you like that my pet?" Jeff asked looking at her while pinching her nipples and grinding his cock on her soaked shorts. 

"Yes...No...what are you doing to me?" Amanda tried to move her hips to increase the friction on her throbbing cunt. At the same time she tried to push him off of her with her hands. This only lasted for a few moments before she gave up.

"I'm making you feel good pet." He leaded down and kissed her soft plumbed lips. He was surprised when she stuck her tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss. Her reaction excited him more, he had to taste her. He got off her and pulled off her short and threw them on the floor. She spread her legs and he licked his lips at the sight of her naked body opened to him. Her curls were spread cross the pillow and her eyes full of lust, she was biting down on her full pink lips and her nipples were at full attention. His eye traveled down to her soaking wet cunt and he dove right in to feast on her. She arched her back and grabbed his head and shoved his face deeper into her cunt. She began to moan loudly and he could see her eyes rolling back in her head. He began to suck on her clit.

"O fuck..." He spread her pussy lips and licked at her opening, she tasted amazing he knew he would have to feast on her cunt again soon. He took two fingers and shoved them inside her cunt causing her to jerk and thrash around. 

"Do you want to cum my pet?" Jeff asked her plunging his finger deep inside her.

"Yes...fuck...yes..." Amanda grabbed his head and pulled it back to her clit.

"Tell me what you want." Jeff teased her clit while still fingering her dripping wet pussy.

"Want you... to make me...cum..." She was gripping the sheets and he knew she was close to cuming. He wanted to feel her cuming on his dick he got up and placed his cock to her slopping wet cunt. He took her left boob into his mouth is rammed deep into her. She was tighter then he thought she would be, he almost came right there but he held it together. Amanda was in a in a daze and all she knew was that she needed to come, she felt Jeff pounding into her tight pussy and she felt his tongue swirling on her left nipple. She felt the wave of pleasure growing and she just wanted it to crash into her. She started thrusting her hips to match Jeff's thrust. She was so close her pussy getting tighter and she knew she was about to cum. 

"That's right pet cum for me." Jeff pounded into her harder and Amanda started screaming out in pleasure. He grabbed hold of her shoulder and thrust deeper into her love nest. Amanda couldn't hold on anymore and the building wave of pleasure crashed over her and she came on Jeff's dick. He felt her already tight cunt squeeze his cock and he couldn't hold on, he thrusted deep into her already soaked cunt released his seed into her. He never came inside any of his other pets not even Samantha. He bent down and kissed his new pet passionately their tongue twisted into a sensual dance while they came at the same time.

"Did you have fun pet?" Jeff asked still on top of her his dick softening as her looked into her deep green eyes. 

"What was that?" Amanda felt satisfied, she would have never let him take her the way he just had but she also enjoyed it.

"That was me making you feel good." Jeff kissed her cheek and trailed down to her breast, her nipples were still hard and she knew they were sensitive from her cumin. He took it into his mouth and reached down and played with her clit. She moan and grabbed the sheet again. 

"No please..." she let out a small yelp as he pinched on her sensitive nub. 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Jeff asked again looking at her. 

"Yes..." She said in a low tone. She was ashamed to admit it but she never came that hard for any of the other guys she had been with. She laid there while Jeff licked at her still hard nipples.

"You're going to love it here pet. I will always make you feel good." He left a trail of kisses from her nipple up her neck then to her lips. He was captivated by her green eyes and wild curls. Amanda let out a yawn and he knew the drugs were wearing off. 

"Get some sleep pet you have training tomorrow." Jeff rolled of his pet and laid next to her while she drifted back into sleep. 

His mind drifted to Samantha, she might have been right about her being replaced...



A Debt to be Paid



Ann came into her house, lugging bags of groceries she had picked up from the store. She had just five hours before her kids returned home from school and she had ten hours' worth of work to get done. It had been raining for three days straight and she was soaked right through to the bone. Ann didn't dare go into her attic for fear of what she might find there. She didn't want to know if the roof was leaking because even if it were, she didn't have the funds to fix it. Her divorce had been finalized just a few months earlier and her ex had left her with a house ready to fall down around her. Ann did not have the money, the energy or the inclination to repair things nor the time, the energy or the inclination to find a man to help her out. The thought of dating had barely crossed her mind since her ex had dropped the bomb that he was leaving their children and her to run off and marry his secretary. Ann had been in survival mode for the last year or so - kids, food, shelter, finances, nothing more, nothing less. She rarely saw her friends or went out, she had scaled back on most everything that they did, and she didn't have the time to worry about her looks or her clothes - her life had changed dramatically, overnight. Ann couldn't remember the last time she had spent the afternoon shopping or when she had last spent five minutes in front of a mirror. When she reflected on the way that she used to shop with her friends, have long, leisurely lunches, buying clothes and handbags and shoes simply because she liked them - well, that all seemed a lifetime ago. Ann was a different person today than she was two years ago - vastly different - not necessarily new and improved, just new. She looked down at her breasts to check - nope, she hadn't bothered to put on a bra this morning either, figuring that her rain jacket would cover any sign that she had bare breasts under her t-shirt. 

Oddly enough, the ten pounds that she had fought so hard to lose with aerobics and pilates classes for years, had fallen right off of her, after David left her. She probably wouldn't have even noticed except none of her clothes fit any longer. She tended to reach for the same jeans every morning, a pair she had found in the back of her closet, some she'd worn in college. She and her kids now all wore the same t-shirts. Her hair, nine days out of ten, went back and up and into a clip before she left the house and she didn't give her looks another thought until her own reflection would stop her dead in her tracks. She would stare at herself, wondering what the hell had happened to that young, carefree girl. She was definitely a woman now, a tired, beaten-down-by-life woman. People told her that she didn't look it on the outside, but she sure as hell felt it on the inside. Her blond hair no longer had the highlights she used to time to the second for their six-week update, to make sure that her roots never showed. She no longer had the weekly manicure and pedicure, and she found it particularly ironic that her ex-husband had insisted she have the laser hair removal treatments because he so hated to feel stubble on her legs when he crawled into bed next to her. About the last time they shared a bed, her treatments were complete and she was hair-free. Ann couldn't help but wonder if Vicki (his secretary) had gone through the same process. 

Quite honestly, though, she didn't miss all of the maintenance. Her new life seemed to suit her and while she had those days (and nights) of feeling like an outsider in her own neighborhood, she preferred this life to her old one. Many of her friends had simply abandoned her, it was as if she had the plague and may be contagious, some had just tired of trying to chase her down but she still had one or two she saw on a fairly regular basis - they were tried and true and had been to hell and back with her. One, in particular, Suki, was always after Ann to get back "on the circuit," and she had given Ann a day of beauty for her birthday, to encourage her - hair, nails, massage, the works. Ann hadn't used the gift certificate yet and it was probably about to expire. Ann's hair had gone back to its original color, a nice, darker blond and without all of the chemicals, it was healthier than it had been since college, probably. It was wavy and fell around her shoulders, but most days, she drew it away from her face and her blue eyes became more prominent. Between the weight loss and the darker hair, her high cheekbones had reemerged too. She knew she looked different but she wasn't sure, at all, that it was better, despite people's comments when they saw her. She figured people were just being kind because of her circumstances. 

As Ann dumped the bags onto the center island in the kitchen, she heard the dripping of water but it took her a moment to realize that the water was actually pouring in from the top sill of one of the windows in the den. She couldn't believe it. Where the hell was that water actually coming from? She ran upstairs, into her bedroom, the room above the den, to see if it might be running down from there, somehow. Nothing. She was completely panicked and wasn't even sure who to call first. 

Ann tried to reach her builder first. He suggested calling her plumber, John Robinson. The plumber told her that he was swamped with calls, due to all the flooding, and he wouldn't be able to get out there for at least a couple of days. He said the best he could do was to recommend a friend of his, Michael Sexton. He told her that Michael wasn't exactly a licensed plumber but he could probably handle something like this, he had refurbished a lot of old houses, that was his specialty, so he was sure he could handle her problem. He could at least help her out until a professional could get there. 

"It won't hurt to call him, Ann, and he is a really great guy, to boot." 

She placed the call immediately to Michael. Michael sounded very calm, cool and collected - especially compared to the panic in Ann's voice. He said he could be there within about 15 minutes. He was just in the area picking up some supplies, and he would swing by to take a look. 

"Thank you," said Ann, "I am beyond grateful." 

"Don't worry, Ann," said Michael, "I will take care of you." 

Ann hung up the call thinking it was a bit odd that he was so presumptuous. First off, he called her by her first name and secondly, he told her that he would take care of her. 

Ann stuck a bunch of pans under the leak, along with some beach towels, and took a few minutes to actually look in a mirror, apply some mascara and lipstick - remembering her mother's words, "a woman should never leave the house without a touch of mascara and some lipstick on." She realized the irony, of course, she was doing it for the first time in ages and staying in the house, but so be it - her mother would be proud. Michael Sexton, Michael Sexton - she kept going over the name in her head, for some reason the name sounded familiar but she didn't know why. 

Fifteen minutes to the second, Ann's doorbell rang. It was Michael - "the greek god, also known as Michael Sexton" was the banner that should have been flashing across his forehead in large neon letters. Geez, it would have been nice if John, her plumber, had filled her in on some of the details. Michael was about 6'4", probably 210 lbs., dark curly hair, light blue eyes and olive-skinned. He was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans and her knees almost buckled when she opened the door. She had to grab onto the radiator that stands next to the front door. He was wearing, of all things, a yellow parka to stay dry. He looked as beautiful as she could remember anyone looking in a slicker. God, it was all just so cliched, she thought to herself. Lonely housewife, contractor. Ann didn't care, he was the quintessential fantasy handyman. 

"Hi, I'm here to solve your problems," Michael said, holding out his wet hand for her to shake. He had a canvas bag of tools in his left hand. 

"Oh, uh, wow, great...I mean, that is so nice to hear...really? You are going to solve all of my problems? Well, c'mon in, then!" Ann said, trying to shake his hand, trying to sound light and breezy and not speechless, and forcing herself to look away from his face and eyes and smile and body. Does it get any better than this coming in the front door? she thought to herself. I think not! 

Ann stepped back out of the doorway and let Michael pass her. She actually sniffed the air after he walked past. He entered her home, looking around, surmising the place. She was surmising him, from behind- he had a perfect ass, perfect back, and perfect legs. He had the kind of curly hair that begs you to run your fingers through it - at least it was calling out to Ann, "dance your fingers in me, please." After he had checked out the floors, the walls, the furniture and the moldings of the front part of her home, he turned around and set his gaze on her. He gave her the once, twice, three time over...making Ann blush from toes to tip. She was stunned, unsure of what to say, and when he saw her all flummoxed, he smiled at her, a million dollar, all straight, white-toothed, big shit-eating grin. 

Ann couldn't help but smile back - while she searched for some piece of furniture to grab hold of, again, something to sustain her weight, before her knees gave way. She was going to have to start using a walker if he stayed around much longer. 

"Okay, Ann, why don't you show me where the problem is, if you would. And maybe someplace I could hang this soaking wet coat." 

"Hmmmm? What? Oh, right, sure, it's right back here, near the kitchen," Ann said, taking his coat from him. 

Ann walked him into the den and the water was still coming in. She was conscious of his eyes on her ass, her back, she knew that she was getting the once over as well. 

Michael moved over to the window sill and Ann found that she couldn't take her eyes off of his shoulders and his back, each muscle seemed to show through his shirt as he extended and bent. She had a difficult time restraining herself, not reaching out to touch him, just to put her hands on his back as he was examining her window. 

Ann realized that she had to get out of there or she was going to embarrass herself. 

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Do you want some coffee?" 

"Maybe in a little while. I think I know the problem and I would just soon get it fixed before it gets any wetter in here." He smiled over at her as he delivered the last line. 

Ann felt the blood rush to her face as she quickly turned and walked into the kitchen. Certainly he couldn't have meant THAT, she thought to herself, no one would really say that. He meant the rain water coming in, clearly, but she put her hands up to her cheeks to feel how hot they were and figured she would have to steer clear of him while he was in her house. As she hung his coat on a hook in the mud room, she smelled it. She couldn't believe she was doing it, a grown woman, sniffing the coat of a stranger but she wanted to find out if he had a scent. Definitely manly, hard to describe but every bit a man. 

She opened the refrigerator door and stuck her face in the cool air, pretending as though she were searching for something. It felt good, like a slap in the face, which she desperately needed. She was reminded of that old commercial, "Thanks, I needed that!" 

"I should be able to have it fixed within the hour," he yelled into her. 

"You are officially my new best friend, Michael," Ann responded, a quip she might throw out here and there to friends of hers who had helped her out in the past but she shouldn't have said something like that so off-handedly to him. She needed to get out into civilization more. This was a wake-up call. 

"Well, let me get this fixed first, and then we can talk about our friendship," he said. 

Ann began to blush again, while he laughed. He was well aware of the effect he was having on her. He probably did this all day to women in the neighborhood, just drove around, flirting, making them blush, sending them into the cool air of their refrigerators. 

Ann tried to busy herself with getting her groceries put away and tried to remember if she had anything at all in her closet which might make her look less like a teen-aged boy. She put on some perfume she found in her top drawer, something she had put away long ago. She could hardly remember how to apply it. Spray it into the air and walk through it? Spray onto neck and wrists? She decided that she was beyond pitiful. She sprayed some onto her hairbrush and ran that through her hair, figuring anything more than that would be too obvious. 

Ann was back in her kitchen paying some bills and lamenting the lack of zeros in her checking account when she felt someone standing very closely behind her. 

"I think my work is done here, Ann," Michael said. 

"Oh, Lord, you startled me." 

"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you," he said. 

When Ann turned around, they were dangerously close to each other but seeing as how she was standing next to her counter and he was standing next to her, she had no where else to go. She was, in essence, trapped. 

"So, as long as I am writing checks for money I don't have, how much do I owe you?" Ann asked. 

"Well, I certainly would not want to take money from a damsel in distress but this was a bit more extensive than I thought it would be initially," Michael answered. 

"How much are we talking here, Michael. You make it sound rather ominous," Ann said, laughing a bit. 

"Well, honestly, we are talking in the thousands, Ann," he smiled. 

"Oh, come on. Seriously?" Ann said, "You are not serious, I can tell you aren't by that little smile on your face." 

"Don't be fooled by my good nature. Unfortunately, I am serious," Michael responded, staring straight down into her eyes. He brought his face a little closer to hers and said, "Dead serious." His eyes were so blue that she thought she should be able to see right through them to his brain. He was standing so close and his chest was so large and she felt so girlish next to him, she wasn't too sure she could take much more of this. Ann told herself to pull it together. 

"I take it you don't have that kind of money, Ann?" 

"Seriously, Michael, what do I owe you?" 

"Hey, I don't come cheap and I came over here, lickety-split, and fixed your problem. Heck, an hour ago, I was your best friend, remember?" 

"Yes, Michael, I remember, but I didn't think you would take advantage of someone like this, especially seeing as how I am a long-time client of Robinson's Plumbing. John Robinson is the one who gave me your name," Ann was getting a little panicky. 

"John Robinson doesn't know me that intimately, Ann, he doesn't know how I operate all of the time. So, what do you suggest we do, Ann?" 

"Seriously? I owe you over a thousand dollars and you have been here roughly an hour?" 

Michael rested a hand on the counter, next to Ann, making her feel further trapped. "Now, Ann, I find it interesting that you used the word 'roughly.' Don't you find that interesting? Do you think that was Freudian or completely unintentional? Do you know what I think? I think it was your subconscious speaking for you. I think what you want is for me to take control of this situation, to figure out some way to help you pay off your debt to me. Is that a possibility?" 

Michael leaned down to kiss Ann, not immediately and not roughly, but gently and slowly, waiting for her to invite him in. He bent his head towards hers, slipping his hand behind her neck, lifting her head up to meet his, he rubbed his nose softly against hers, smiling at her, parting his lips just a bit and she parted hers to meet his but before bringing their lips together, he pulled back, frustrating Ann. He used his free hand to push her hips against his hips, and Ann immediately felt his hardness against her. He was making it clear, this was not about a kiss. 

Michael's eyes met with Ann's and he smiled, an agreement, of sorts, was made. He was looking for her to give him the okay. Then he raised her head again and met her lips with his. His tongue dove deep into hers, searching and exploring hers for the first time, he went full out, and seeing as how he had a good six inches on her, height-wise, she felt dwarfed in his arms. She liked it, she felt malleable yet safe - safe, for the first time in ages. 

Ann couldn't remember the last time she had been even touched by a man, much less kissed. It would have been the last time her husband made love to her, so it was at least a couple of years ago - kissed, touched, sex, it was all probably the same time. She thought her body might just melt right into Michael's body, and her hands couldn't resist reaching for him - one went for those curls on his head and the other couldn't wait to touch his chest, to feel his nipples stand erect as she rubbed her fingers all over his upper body, his shoulders, his neck. God, this felt good. She could feel the wetness between her legs and Ann knew that she needed to restrain herself but she really just wanted to grab for his crotch, to rip off his belt...Ann had no idea how much she had missed being touched and kissed. She didn't mind paying off her debt like this, not one little bit. 

Michael's hands went to Ann's breasts, kneading them first, then becoming more forceful. With no brassiere, her nipples became erect immediately, and he could sense the effect his kisses were having on Ann. He couldn't help but tease them, pinching and pulling them. Ann thought she was going to go nuts. She was practically clawing at Michael. She was moaning so loudly that she felt embarrassed at her own behavior and her aggressiveness, yet she seemed unable to control or contain herself and in reality, she had no interest in doing so. It was as if the devil and the angel on her shoulders were having it out but clearly, the devil was winning here, "you have been good too f-ing long, Ann, go for it," the devil was saying and Ann was doing just that. She was groaning and grinding her hips against his, meeting his timing. She felt like a wanton woman for the first time in her life. 

"Okay, Ann, time to start working for your money," Michael said, pulling away from her and pushing her down to her knees. 

"You want me to service you? Like a hooker or something? You've got to be kidding me? Who do you think you are dealing with? Who do you think you are?" Ann was shocked and insulted, at the same time, questions kept pouring out of her mouth, until she was being yanked up to her feet as quickly as she had been pushed down to her knees. Michael was now bending her over the counter of her kitchen island. Ann could feel the little hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Michael leaned over her body, putting the full weight of his body onto hers, his mouth was right on her ear, so she could feel the heat and the moisture as he spoke to her. 

"I will tell you who I am. I am Michael, the nice guy who came over here to fix your leak, remember? My guess is that you don't have the money to pay me, Ann. According to your friendly plumber, John Robinson, your ex left your for his secretary a while back. He left you with a house that has some rather major problems, along with a couple of kids. The word on the street is that you haven't been touched by a man since the old man walked out on you, and if the reaction I got from that last kiss is any indication, I would have to say, it is high time somebody began to take care of that, as well as some of the other problems around here. It seems to me that one of the major issues we have here is a failure to cooperate." 

"Now, Ann, I have done my best to help you out. I have fixed your leak, and I, unlike you, operated out of good faith, assuming that you would do the same. You were only too happy to kiss me, let me fondle your breasts, I am guessing I probably could have taken things about as far as I wanted to but I would like you to at least lick my cock. Is that asking too much of you, Ann? Have you never sucked a cock before? I have done more than my fair share of the work here, Ann, I think it is your turn to step up to the plate, don't you? Doesn't the thought of having my cock in your mouth excite you just a little bit, Ann? Wouldn't you like someone to make you do some of those things you might not do otherwise? Well, here is your chance. You owe me and all I am asking you to do is to suck my cock. Agreed?" 




A Debt to be Paid



Why the hell did he keep repeating her name as he spoke to her? If she agreed, what else was she agreeing to? She couldn't bring herself to say yes. 

Despite their size difference and that she was bent over the counter with him on top of her, Ann tried to negotiate with Michael. 

"Look, Michael, why don't we sit down, have some coffee, and try to talk this out like two reasonable adults? Maybe we could come up with some kind of payment plan? After all, wouldn't that make much more sense? We are both business people, when you come right down to it, and I am sure we can..." 

Michael was getting off of her, hallelujah, it worked, although there was a part of her that was suddenly disappointed, she liked what they had been doing, she liked what he was doing to her, she didn't want just a business arrangement with this man, this god, she did want more but she wanted to be in control of the situation...she was not one to give up control, after all. He must understand that. She was a grown woman and no one was going to tell her what to do and when, especially when it came to sex. She was not getting on her knees for some man, she didn't know, in her own kitchen. Not even him, although she was fearful she had just given up the best thing that had come into her life in a very, very long time. She was turned on, she couldn't deny that. She liked his size, his power, and his ability to solve her problems and take control.... 

SLAP! 

Something sharp and painful just slapped against her ass. OMG! she thought, it was Michael's fucking hand. He had lost his fucking mind! Ann tried to stand up but Michael had one hand in the middle of her back, holding her down. Then another slap and another and again! Fuck, it hurt! But, strangely enough, she could feel her pussy beginning to tingle at the same time. Ann was awash in disbelief, sexual and emotional confusion. She had never been spanked in her life, not even as a child. Her parents didn't believe in it. 

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Stop that this instant! You are fucking crazy! Quit that and get out! NOW!" 

"Stop talking, woman. There will be no payment plan or sitting down to talk it out. I make the deals, not you. I am in charge of this situation. Isn't that clear by now? Ann, have you ever heard the expression 'MILF?' Mother I'd like to fuck? You are the be all and end all MILF, and I've had it in for you for about a year now. Not in a stalkerish way, so you can relax, but you and I met at the town coffee shop when I was with John Robinson awhile back. You were in the middle of all of the fucked up mess with your ex, and John told me that he wouldn't fix me up with you until you were back on your feet a bit. Well, when he called today to tell me that you needed some help, I figured, now was my chance. I don't know if this is the best way to win your heart but when I was kidding around earlier about the bill, I could sense your body react to that little bit of fear and excitement, Ann, and I think I know what you need, whether you know it or not." 

"You've simply got to trust me on this one. Go with it. If I am wrong, you won't owe me a penny and I will leave you alone. You have my word. If I am right, I will open up parts of you that you never knew existed, you will be more vulnerable and more exposed than you have ever been and my guess is that you will thank me. I am rarely wrong about these things, Ann. I plan on taking you, so you can either go gently or you can fight your way down this road. Which is it going to be, Ann? The easy way or the hard way?" 

Ann couldn't straighten out her thoughts. What the hell was she supposed to do with this information? 

"Well, I am waiting for an answer, and you have about another three seconds to give it to me," Michael said. 

Ann was trying to stall, trying to figure out how best to get around her rather lousy choices. 

"Okay, Michael, you have not really left me any decisions here but whether to do it your way or to do it your way. May I offer an alternative?" 

Ann then felt the pain of another spanking and then another. 

"Fuck! Do not do that again!" Ann yelled. 

"Then answer my rather simple question, Ann. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way? I know you want me, that was apparent the moment I kissed you and you were all over me like white on rice. I haven't been attacked by a woman like that since I was in high school." He was teasing her now, which he knew wasn't terribly kind but he thought she could use a bit of embarrassment, some humiliation. She needed to come down off her high horse. Michael could see that she was beginning to blush again, and figured he had taken this far enough. 

"Ann, I know I want you, more than you can imagine. It's how we are going to do this and it's how long this is going to last. I am as close to positive as I have ever been that I know something about you that you don't yet know. You need to have someone else in charge, you need to let someone else lead, you need permission to be able to let go so that you can release some of those pent-up inhibitions you have. You don't even know it, and you won't know it until you go along with me this first time. I think I can read you, Ann, I know you, maybe better than you know yourself these days. Trust me, please." 

"Look, babe, I am nothing if not fair, today will be the exception to the rule. You will get some leeway to understand some things, get things right and believe me, you will get it right, you will learn this and you will learn it well because you will want to, you will seek out the knowledge, you will be thirsty for it. You are more than clever, that is so clear. You are capable of this and so much more and I believe that some day, probably very soon, you will be grateful that I forced you to your knees. In fact, I know it in my gut." 

"So, from here on in, this is how things are going to be if you want them to run smoothly. I want you understanding that I am in charge, not you. You will not talk back to me. If you do, I will spank your ass so hard you will remember every word that escaped those beautiful lips of yours for a week, every time you sit down. You will have a hand print on your lovely ass for each word. Understood? I tell you what to do and when. All you have to do is merely follow my orders and enjoy the ride. Right now, Ann, you need to get onto your knees and suck my cock. The longer it takes for you to comply, the worse it will be for you." 

Michael put his hands on Ann's shoulders and she rebelliously shrugged them off but she began to kneel, reluctantly. She found herself in front of Michael's crotch and she could see that he was far from fully-erect but there was some serious interest there. 

"I'd like to know, by nod, that you are on board with me, Ann. I would like to believe that you trust me, that you want to believe me when I tell you this will be amazing, for us both. I have no interest in taking advantage of you or forcing myself on you. Finding women to sleep with me has never been a problem. If you want me to leave, I will do so right now. You will never see or hear from me again, I promise. But, a simple nod will assure me that you agree to my terms, going forward. That is all I need to see from you to know that you want what I want - to begin something incredible between us. That we both believe there is more here, something worth exploring, something that will take some time and effort." He looked down into Ann's eyes as she knelt before him. 

Ann, having a very difficult time tearing her gaze away from his crotch, looked up at Michael and nodded yes. She wasn't about to stop now, she couldn't walk away from what was staring her in the face, it was too good. 

"You're making the right call, Ann. Let's get started," he instructed. 

"Oh, and one more thing, Ann, my sweet, do not use your hands for this. I want your mouth on my cock, not your fingers." 

What the hell? thought Ann. This is going to be a bit of a challenge with no hands. 

"Put your hands on my feet, and if you find that you can't keep them out of the way, I will happily tie them behind your back." 

Ann placed her hands on his feet, as instructed. She straightened out her body a bit, reaching her head up to the bulge in Michael's pants. She knew that he was watching her ass and she intentionally stuck it out, wiggling it, so as to arouse and tease him. Hell, if he was going to make her a whore for the repair work, she might as well play the part, right? Ann did not take his cock out of his jeans. She rubbed her cheek against it, moaning, she breathed hot, moist air onto his crotch, his sac, felt his shaft growing in his pants. Then she opened her mouth and ran her lips along the shaft, keeping the fabric between her mouth and his genitals - delaying, playing, remembering how much she had once enjoyed all of this. She was delighted to find that there was some muscle memory, after all, before the house and the kids and the money and the jobs and the secretary. She remembered what it was like to be tantalizing, to be turned on, to be wet and hot. 

"Take out my fucking cock before I burst through my jeans. Je-sus!" 

"May I use my hands for this?" 

"Of course! Just hurry! I am dying here!" 

Ann slowly ran her hands all the way up his legs, spreading her fingers out over his thighs, thinking to herself how beautiful and big and strong his legs were. She intentionally avoided his groin as she made her way up to his belt buckle. She lifted her head so that her eyes could meet his, as she slid the leather through the metal belt buckle and then pulled it out, suddenly, to release it from its notch holder. She heard him gasp as she tightened then loosened his belt. Ann used her fingers to separate the ends of the belt and pulled the belt completely free of his jeans, making each belt loop painfully slow and seductive. When she had his leather belt free from his jeans, she hung it around her neck, loosely, before she began to unbutton his pants. 

"Fuckin' hurry," Michael groaned. 

So much for who is in charge, Ann thought to herself. She had forgotten how lovely it is to hold a man's cock. You hold his attention, his love, his power. For at least those few seconds, you own him. She might as well take advantage of it while she could, she knew that it would be fairly short-lived with Michael. He had made that pretty clear. 

Ann did not belabor the unzipping of his pants but did only pull down his jeans, partially, before playing with him, through his boxer shorts, still keeping a barrier between her mouth and his dick. 

Ann felt his hand on the back of her head, grabbing her hair, pulling it back, as she had every day for the last few years, up into that ponytail. Michael was using it like a joystick. He had complete control of her head using her hair, "Open your mouth as wide as you can." Ann watched him pull out his cock, pushing his boxers and his jeans down to his thighs. She was suddenly terrified and feeling way out of her element. 

"Wait, Michael, it's been a long time for me, I'm not sure that I can..." 

Suddenly, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of her throat. She was gagging and saliva was pouring out the sides of her mouth. 

"That's it, just take it all in. Relax your throat." 

Ann tried but he just kept bumping her gag reflex and she thought she was going to vomit each time he did, over and over and over. It did not seem to deter Michael. He grabbed the ends of his belt, that she had draped over her shoulders, stupidly thinking it looked sexy, and pulled her head toward him, tightly. She had no wiggle room, no way to escape his ever-growing cock. The belt gave him even greater access to her mouth, greater control. Note to self, Ann thought: Never wrap belt around neck as it can later be used as a control mechanism when you are face-fucked. Michael leaned his body back, pushing his hips toward Ann, he was moaning and pumping and saliva was running out the sides of her mouth and down her neck with each gag. 

Michael was so much bigger and stronger, he could do with her whatever he wished, in reality. When she tried to push him away, he slapped her hands away and after a couple of episodes of that, he moved her hands behind her back and pushed her body, using his legs, against the kitchen cabinets. Ann was pinned, her arms behind her back, on her knees, in her kitchen, tears running down her cheeks, saliva running out of her mouth and his cock just kept pounding away at her throat. There was nothing that she could do. 

"Breathe through your nose, not your mouth, try to relax into it. Enjoy it." 

She looked up at him like he must be crazy and just when she thought that she couldn't take one more second of his cock being shoved down her throat, when she thought that she might suffocate on the size of his shaft, something gave way in her throat and she began to get the rhythm, she finally heard what he had been telling her, she followed his orders. It all came together and she began to open herself up to him, she was able to take his cock, all of it down her throat. It felt amazing, he was right! She actually felt excitement - about mastering something she had never particularly enjoyed and she was also getting extremely turned on herself. This was a first. 

And then Michael stopped moving himself in and out of her mouth. His pumping ceased. 

"Stand up and turn around," he ordered. 

She did as she was told but thoughts came rushing into her mind. Am I ready to have sex with a man I don't really know? What about testing? Aren't people supposed to be tested first? Should I suggest getting to know each other a bit first? Maybe dinner, a date? Ann knew these were ridiculous thoughts but she couldn't help herself, she was basically an old-fashioned girl, in her mind. There were her natural inclinations - until today, until Michael, the god, crossed her threshold, a couple of hours ago. 

Suddenly she felt him reach around and slip his hands under her shirt, finding her nipples again. She involuntarily began to moan as her ass pushed back towards his dick. He pulled at them, twisting them, harder this time, causing a new sensation for Ann. She had never had anyone twist and torture her nipples, like this, consistently causing such pain. The pain made her entire vagina begin to secrete her juices. They began to flow, like a faucet being turned on high. 

Michael would alternate between the exquisite pain and incredible pleasure - one, then the other, the pain followed quickly by pleasure. He turned her around to face him again, kissing her mouth, exploring hers with his tongue, roughly, pulling at her hair, taking it down from its clip, wrapping his fingers in it, while his free hand continued to manipulate her nipples, twisting, torturing, then soothing, rubbing, before his mouth moved to soothe her breasts with his tongue. Then it, too, began its own slow torture, his tongue teasing first, flicking, circling, only to be followed with biting and pulling and then licking and back to rubbing and soothing with his hands. It seemed as though he had four hands and two mouths. One was always somewhere - either on her breasts or on her mouth or in her hair or licking her ear, she couldn't remember ever being this hot. 

"Oh, Michael," Ann breathed, "you know that I can't sleep with you today, don't you? I mean, in time, yes. After we spend some time getting to know each other better." She thought she should at least say the thoughts that were running through her mind. 

Ann found herself face down, back on the counter, only this time, her shirt was around her neck and she could feel the cold granite on her now erect and sore nipples. 

"Are you fucking kidding me? Did you not agree that I was completely in charge? Not five minutes ago?" Michael asked. 

"Well, yes, I did but I thought that..." 

"Do not think, that is the key to this. That is the only way that this will ever work, Ann. I am thinking for both of us, all you have to do is relax and enjoy. Let go of your thoughts and your body and enjoy. And no matter what happens, do not speak to me again unless I ask you a direct question. I do not negotiate. Didn't I make myself clear enough the first time I spanked your pretty little bum? I am afraid that I must punish you again, only this time more severely, as the first time seems to have made little, if any, impression on you." 

Ann, to her horror, felt him pull down her jeans and her panties. 

She tried to reach down to pull them up, and Michael grappled with her arms, briefly, before getting them together, and holding them with one of his large hands in the middle of her back. Michael was not playing around this time. It was clear to Ann that he really was angry with her. He swatted her ass with his hand, again and again and again and again. Ann was horrified. She tried to wriggle away as he spanked her, particularly as the spankings grew more intense, but this only seemed to spark him on. She could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes but she would not let him know. Her body began to tingle and Ann couldn't tell what the tears were about. The pain was not so severe that she couldn't handle it. A sense of relief seemed to be coming over her, a calmness, yet, a sexual tension was building simultaneously. She found herself excited and scared and relieved and confused and wanting Michael more than she had ever wanted a man, before, in her life.

Then it all stopped and everything became very quiet. Michael was now rubbing her ass, lightly, kissing it, gently. 

"I wish you could see your beautiful bottom. It is becoming redder and redder, with each slap. God, Ann, you have a gorgeous ass." 

His hand went between her legs to find the moisture that he knew would be there, waiting for him, but it was even more than he could have imagined. "Oh, you see, my sweet? I knew that this was your true calling. How did I know that, in your heart, what you truly desired, was exactly this? You only want to please one man, and I sensed that about you right away. I could see it in your eyes when I told you about your bill, that little bit of a challenge in your demeanor, a bit of a 'tame me, if you can' challenge. Well, I am here to tame you and to take you. To make you understand that what I want, you want. What pleases me, pleases you. I want to make you happy beyond your wildest dreams, I want to protect you, take care of you, be the best man that I can be for you but in return for that, you must be mine, you must serve me, please me, be my passion." 

Ann could feel his fingers wiping her juices all over her pussy and her behind, "Do you have any idea how wet you are? You are, quite literally, dripping wet. This is such a turn on for me. Thank you, Ann. Seeing your pussy this soaked makes me want to do things to you that I don't think you are quite ready for, but you will be. In time, you will be ready for anything at all that I desire." 

"I love how much this turns you on, Ann. I am guessing it turns you on like nothing else ever has. Does the thought of being taken wherever and whenever I want you, make you wet? Does the thought of being owned by me, make your cunt quiver? Do you like that I will spend at least part of each day thinking about you, fantasizing about what I am going to do to you that night - will I punish you or pleasure you? You will come to desire both, equally, you know. You will crave the pain as much as the pleasure, Ann. You will beg me for the pain, the punishment, you will do things, intentionally, to displease me, so that I will spank you, so that I will tie you to my bed, spread-eagled and leave you there, blind-folded, wondering, when or if I will come back for you and then you will begin to wonder, will he come back or will he send someone else to tease me, leaving me wanting and crying out for satisfaction, satisfaction that only I know how to deliver, that only I can give you. I know what I see and smell and feel, and I now have no doubt in my mind that this excites you. Doesn't it feel good to let it out, to let someone know that you have these deep fantasies buried inside you, this inner slut, that has been dying to come out?" 




A Debt to be Paid



"You will learn how to make yourself wet when I simply look at you a certain way. That look will indicate that I am ready to fuck you - no foreplay for you, no time to make sure that you are excited, I simply want to stick my cock into you for my pleasure, as soon as possible, so you need to be wet and wet NOW. Wet upon demand. Do you think you can do that for me, Ann? I might give you this look at the theater or when we are outside gardening or in the grocery store, I will take you to the nearest, semi-private area, and I will fuck you. I might reach my hand up your skirt first, say, in the theater, just to make sure that you have complied with my commands, so I know whether or not a spanking is required, later, in private. Doesn't it turn you on to think that a man could want you so much he won't wait? A man who can't wait. I won't wait until we are back in the bedroom, under the covers, where it is safe and cozy. I will take you wherever I need to. I can tell by your breathing, Ann, that this excites you but there is one sure test." 

Michael squatted down behind Ann, telling her to not move. 

"I am taking your pants all the way off, then I want you to spread your legs as far apart as you can. Hold onto whatever you can to anchor yourself." 

Ann looked around for something to grab onto. There were butterflies in her stomach and she could feel her juices running down her thighs. She could smell her own scent. She was embarrassed by how aroused she was...but there was no hiding it from Michael, he had definitely opened up some doors in her that she hadn't known were there. 

Her thighs were the place he started. His tongue traced its way up her left thigh and Ann felt his hands wrap around the front of her thighs to steady both herself and him. She could feel his curly hair tickling her reddened ass, and his nose was close to her sopping pussy. She had never, in her life, felt so exposed. No man had ever been "back there" and never had she felt so debased or so primal. She was frightened by her own reactions, she felt like her body was betraying her to his demands. She couldn't help herself, he was right. 

Two of Michael's fingers found her clit and began to rub it, just back and forth, the way that she did, at night, when she couldn't take the pressure any longer and she had to release it...how did he know, how could he know exactly how she touched herself when her hands found their way between her legs? How did he know her thoughts, the things she fantasized about? It was as if Michael had been inside her head all those many nights since her husband left. Michael's other hand found her pussy, rubbing and pushing its way in, slowly. She could feel how slick she was when his fingers slid in, two, then three, with no real effort at all. Ann could feel her wetness all over herself, running down between her legs, everything reeked of sex. His mouth was teasing her, licking up her juices, moaning, telling her how beautiful she was, how delicious, how special.

She was struggling not to cry out, and she began to bite on Michael's leather belt which was still around her neck. 

"Back up a bit, sweetie, and stick your ass up in the air, towards me. That's it, that's just fine, like that." 

Michael shifted around so that his head was against the cabinets of the kitchen island, his mouth was directly on her clit, sucking on it, while his fingers were inside her rubbing her g-spot. She couldn't help it, her hips were going wild, she was bucking and riding Michael's face, trying to get all of him into her crotch. He had his other hand on her ass, pushing her to his mouth, smothering him, almost. Then she felt like she was being stretched apart and realized that he was sliding a finger into her asshole. This was virgin territory for Ann, and while it was painful, it was also the most erotic sensation she had ever experienced. She wanted to tell him to stop but she couldn't speak...she was worried if she quit biting his leather belt, that she would scream. 

The sounds of her wetness and his fingers fucking her, combined with the sucking of her clit, were a cacophony Ann never wanted to forget. Michael had the right tempo and beat for both and when his finger made its way into her ass and he could finally, easily, slide that finger in and out as well, Ann had the most intense and longest orgasm she had ever experienced. She practically climbed up and onto the counter and out of her skin. She couldn't stop from coming, again and again, she was riding his face and pressing herself into him like an animal in heat. 

Ann kept thinking that it was over but each time she began to catch her breath, Michael would begin the smallest movement with his mouth or his hands and her legs would start to shake again and her eyes would close and she could only see colors or dots of light. At one point, Ann thought she might pass into the next world, she felt paralyzed by the pleasure, her spine went numb and she couldn't move any of her limbs. She didn't know what he was doing but she knew that it had never been done to her before, and she liked it. She liked it very, very much.

Finally, finally, he let her be as he slowly slid his fingers out of her holes. She felt him stand up behind her and before she had time to think or to move, she felt his huge cock, slide into her from behind. She was still face down, on the counter, breathless, practically lifeless. 

Michael lifted her knee up onto the counter, so that he could watch his shaft go inch by inch into her. 

"What a beautiful sight you are from back here, my love. Your red ass, your swollen pussy, your tangled hair, your submissive self, finally, ready to be taken by me. You are now mine, Ann. Are you ready to be owned by me? Do you want to be owned by me?" 

"Open your mouth for me, I want you to taste something sweet." 

Ann opened her mouth without even thinking. His fingers went in, one by one, and he told her to suck them. Ann did so before having a chance to possibly think better of it. 

"This is what you taste like when you are that turned on. Lick it off my fingers, remember the taste, and the sounds, and the excitement of being owned by me. I want you to remember the first time I took you. The first time we were together, I want you to remember this with all of your senses. I want you to be mine, Ann." 

With each word of his last sentence, Michael either shoved himself right up to his balls, hard, into Ann or pulled out, leaving Ann feeling wanting and empty. What was happening to her was almost too much to comprehend, Michael had taken her places she never dreamt of going - now she didn't know how she lived without these sensations for so long. 

"I have wanted you for a year, and I have waited. I can't wait any longer for you. God, Ann, you can't imagine how good this feels to me. It has been so long since I have had any interest in touching a woman or being touched by a woman. You are not the only one in this room who has been hiding out, who has been avoiding human contact. I am so hungry for you, for this, for us. Tell me that you are ready for this, that you need this, that you need me. You have been waiting for me as I long as I have been waiting for you. You just didn't know that you wanted it, that you needed it. The way that you responded today, the way that your body reacted to my demands, whether verbally or physically...I am only sorry that you had to wait so long to know this side of yourself. You deserved better. You deserve a man who will treat you with respect and desire, passion like you have never known. A man who will protect you and guide you and a man who cares about you enough to demand the best of you. A man who can only fuck you the way that you want to be fucked, the way you need to be fucked, a man who has to own you. My God, Ann, you are such a bright light and your light was beginning to dim. I won't let that happen." 

Ann was still unable to speak - to find either the energy or the words as Michael was talking to her, fucking her from behind, she was in a dream-like state. He was sliding in and out of her, slowly, methodically, speaking in a controlled voice. 

"God, you are gorgeous. I can't stop staring at you. I want to know all of you, inside and out, your thoughts, your desires, your dreams. Do you want this the way that I do, Ann?"

Ann could hear him, but she was in her own world, on her own planet, listening to him but trying to sort out her own thoughts. She had never felt these emotions, these physical sensations, this sense of relief. It was too much for her. 

"Will you belong to me, babe? Be mine? Does the thought of being owned by me turn you on, does it scare you?" 

She could hear her name, and she started to come out of her hazy state, realizing that she should be responding to Michael, she was supposed to give him answers. 

"Are you okay, Ann? Am I hurting you or have I just overwhelmed you?" 

He pulled out of her, turned her around, and wrapped her legs around him. He laid her head against his chest and carried her over to the sofa, gently setting her down on top of his lap, stroking her hair, while he tried to get her attention, he looked into her eyes. 

"Ann, if I have hurt you, that is the last thing that I wanted to do. You have my word that I will never, ever hurt you. Speak to me, please." 

Ann started to cry, softly. Tears ran down her cheeks but they were not tears of anger or sadness, they were tears of vulnerability and caring. She had no idea how walled up and lonely she had been. She was independent and determined and because she wanted to do it all for herself, because she had been forced to rely only on herself, she had shut out so much of the world and so much of who she was. 

"No, no, it's not you, it's me." Ann said, quietly. 

"Isn't that what you say to someone when you're breaking up with them? Are we breaking up before I have even had the chance to properly take you out?" Michael laughed but with real trepidation in his eyes. 

"You just reached into me today and touched a part that I didn't know was there. I didn't know I was alone, I didn't know I was missing so much, and most of all, I didn't know how broken I was." 

There was a long pause as they stared at each other, into each other. 

"Thank you and yes, I want to be yours, in whatever way you want me." Ann said. 

Michael began to tenderly kiss her tears, down her cheeks, to her throat, lifting her shirt again, this time removing it, and removing his own, he traced, with his tongue the tears' tracks, down to her breasts. His tongue then found her nipples, again, and began their slow, torturous play. Ann's hips lifted up, instinctively, and Michael's hand reached down to calm her. 

"You best be wet by the time my hand reaches your pussy, Ann." He used a voice that was stern and authoritative and Ann was amazed at the power of his voice - instantly, she could feel the juices running down between her legs. A sense of pride washed over Ann as she was able to do what he asked, she was able to please him, their connection and desire for each other could, actually, produce such a physical reaction in her. 

"Spread your legs for me," Michael instructed as he easily lifted her off of his lap and onto the sofa. "When you see my hand reaching between your legs, you should assume that I want to touch one of your holes - be it your pussy or your asshole - or maybe your clit, to arouse you. You will learn this but I should not have to speak my desires more than once or twice, you should instinctively understand my wants and obey without my having to speak. Do you think you can do that? Do you want to do that?" Ann nodded and smiled as she spread her legs as wide as she could to accommodate Michael's massive hand, which soon had three fingers working inside of her. His pinky was working its magic in her ass and she was riding his hand, trying desperately to climax again. 

"Come for me, Ann. I want you to come on my hand. Your desire is incredible. I never imagined you would be this hot. C'mon, baby, please, please, let go for me..." 

He placed his mouth on her mouth, his tongue probing deeply, searching. He had a hand behind her head, holding her close to him, and Ann could feel the passion, from his mouth and his hands and his body. Ann breathed in his breath, his life, his authority and she began to cry out again, against his mouth, this time, and the cries became louder and more and more urgent and intense as she pumped harder and harder against his hand...she was pressing her mouth against his mouth, she didn't want his tongue to stop its exploring and she didn't want his fingers to stop their fucking...her cries were coming faster and faster and then Michael felt it, her pussy contracted on his hand, and his hand was soaked, as she began to slow down her writhing, her urgent pressing, on his mouth, on his hand. 

"Oh, God, that was beautiful, you are beautiful." Michael said, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He began to taste her again, "I'll never wash this hand again," he said, laughing, running his finger under his nose, smelling it loudly. 

Ann's arms quickly wrapped around his neck, as Ann moved to hide her face in Michael's shoulder. She began to laugh out loud for the first time since she could remember, a really good laugh, partly embarrassment, but mostly just from the sheer utter joy at all of this - the release, the sexual freedom, and the amazement of having a man who understood her wants and needs before she did. Lordy, it felt good! 

"Oh my god, Michael, this is just incredible. I mean, don't you think?" she said, excitedly, with an almost childlike innocence. "To start with you are a fucking god and your hands should be insured by Lloyd's of London, or in The Smithsonian or something - and your mouth, and probably your cock, too, but I don't know yet about that for sure. That will have to wait until I am actually conscious enough when you fuck me to remember what the hell is actually happening..." she was rambling now and she knew it but she wanted to shout this from the rooftops.

"Lie down, Ann, and shut up!" Michael said, laughing as he crawled on top of her. 

Ann did just as she was told. 

She laid down, on her sofa, with the baby vomit stains and the apple juice spills and the tears of her marriage break up all at her back now, and she and Michael found each other, again, this time face-to-face, kissing, slowly, smiling, their hunger for each other more measured this time as they sucked each others' lips and tongues and explored, taking their time, knowing now, without a doubt, that there would be many other chances to be together. Michael entered her gently, yet Ann still gasped, aware now, of his sheer size. Michael stopped, checking to be sure that she was alright. She smiled, kissing him, assuring him that she was more than just okay. 

And, on that day, when Ann's house had sprung a leak, Ann was properly fucked for the first time in her life but certainly not the last, thanks to one, Mr. Michael Sexton. Her debt was paid, both literally and figuratively, and she knew that she wouldn't have to carry the world on her shoulders, alone, anymore. 

Later that day, as the kids ran in the back door, Ann was writing Michael a check for one dollar and no cents, as they stood on opposite sides of the same kitchen island where he had earlier introduced her to a new way of living, a new way of loving - her new way of life. 

"I cannot tell you how much I appreciate your coming over here the way that you did today, at the last minute, to help me out. I think I should literally thank you for saving my life," Ann said, handing him the check. "Oh, and these are my simply precious children, Mark and Lucy." 

Mark and Lucy, dumped their backpacks on the counter as they began to pepper Ann with questions and comments and barely acknowledged Michael, until Ann stopped the conversation long enough for them to shake his hand and look him in the eye. Ann rolling her eyes a bit at Michael, apologizing for them, kids in their early teens.

"Hi, guys, I am Michael. Nice to meet you all," he said. He mouthed over their heads, "Great kids, clearly," and Ann began to laugh. The kids started foraging for after-school snacks as Ann and Michael continued with their thinly-veiled attempts at flirting in front of them. "As I said earlier, Ann, if you just do what I say, the way that I tell you to do it, you shouldn't have any more problems. I plan on making things better around here for you but you are going to have to follow my directions exactly." Michael replied, with a huge grin. 

Ann began to rub her ass, "Oh, that came through loud and clear. Don't worry, I won't be questioning you again. You have earned my trust." 

"Well, it took some convincing but I am glad you now see things my way. I best be on my way, leave you to your family life. I will be back in the morning to check on the progress of things, of course. If you can have that area, well-cleaned and prepared for me to work on by, say, 10am, that would be great. And, this didn't just run one way, you know. I am awfully glad you called me this morning, as well." 

"You came just in the nick of time, Michael. I owe you so much more than that check, I know, but I will try to figure out some way to make it up to you." 

"Oh, don't you worry about a thing, Ann, we will figure out some payment plan! I will see you in the morning." Ann and Michael were talking to each other like two people who had just met, handling a business transaction, but their eyes told a very different story. Ann was staring at Michael through the crack in the door as she was shutting it, and she couldn't bring herself to actually close it all the way. Michael was standing about as close to the door as he could without getting his nose closed in it, their eyes were locked in a gaze and neither wanted their time together to be over. They were like two teenagers in love. 

"Okay, then, thanks again." Ann said, "Bye, bye." Michael blew her a kiss and waited until the door was closed before he turned and walked away. He had forgotten his slicker, he realized, as soon as the mist began to dampen his t-shirt. He figured he could get it tomorrow, he liked having a certain excuse for coming back, leaving something behind, some part of him, in her house. 

Ann rested her head against the door after shutting it. As she turned around to face her kids , she saw instead her kitchen and all of the "ghosts," the places that she and Michael had been that day, where she had been bent over the counter, where Michael had spanked her, where she had knelt in front of him, taking him in her mouth, and where she had finally had a good, long, fabulous fucking. 

She walked over to the sofa and started to turn the cushions over, smiling. 

"Hey, kids, how about we go out to dinner? I just don't think that I can cook in this kitchen tonight," Ann said and as they all went into the mudroom to find their coats, she eagerly grabbed for Michael's slicker, wrapping it around her like a warm blanket, as they headed out into the night - Ann, a very different person than she had been that morning.



A Debt to be Paid



When I was growing up, most of my girlfriends were being taught that they could do and be anything that they wanted. My education was drastically different, which made me sort of an odd ball in many respects. One principal difference is that I will proudly admit that I am a sex object, since nature has seen fit to endow me with those attributes that inspire lust in men. For my husband, I am also a sexual plaything. After all, it is my duty as a wife, and a woman, to give him the sexual fulfillment that he wants, needs, and deserves. From my perspective, that means that my entire body is available to him whenever he wants it.

In conjunction with what I have just related, I was taught to believe that there was no such thing as equality between the sexes. To me, men, from the earliest point in time, have always been the authoritarian figure, the ruler of all, especially women. They were meant to be the masters, with women as their supportive subordinates.

Now don't get the idea that I am some brainless slave, because I am not. Like most women, my intelligence is superior to that of the average male. Yet, I chose not to flaunt it. I believe that there is an inherent social structure, and I was not meant to be at the top of it.

This belief leads to the conclusion that I am nothing without a man, and I agree with that. My place is to be, symbolically, one step behind my husband, lending my support and advice when it is needed, but willing to abide by whatever decision he makes. Luckily I have a man that seeks my counsel, although he occasionally does not follow it.

An example of this is that my husband, Brad, is an avid gambler, despite my objections. Since he is the king of our castle, I have no right to prevent him from holding his bi-monthly poker games in our home. In a way, I do not mind these games, since they are usually for low stakes, and his friends are really nice guys.

The games normally start around 8:00 and last until midnight. While the game is in progress, I make sure that the boys are never out of beer, and that there are snacks for them to munch on. Sometimes, when I am serving, my husband, or one of his friends, will pat me on the butt, or make an offhanded compliment, generally of a sexual nature. Of course I do sort of instigate this by replying with some sexual comment of my own. Usually something about them not being man enough to handle me, or that they would not know what to do with me if they had me.

Somewhere between 10:00 and 11:00 I make my final round before heading off to bed. As I do, I give each of the guys a friendly kiss on the cheek. My last stop is my husband, where I allow him to try and shove his tongue down my throat while he fondles my unfettered breasts.

When I enter the bedroom I leave the door open, although Brad has gotten me in the habit of sleeping in the nude. I am aware that this is a dangerous thing to do, but I have learned that what transpires at the games is just good natured fun, and never will be acted upon. That is until that one fateful night.

It started just like all the other poker parties, with the usual guys. Only this time one of them had brought along a friend, Daryl, to join in. At first he seemed like a nice enough guy, except that I got the impression that he was trying to disrobe whenever I was not looking. Now this has become standard procedure for the guys, but the way he did it made me feel uncomfortable.

Even before the usual three beers, the sexual innuendoes, and light groping began. Daryl started it by placing his hand on my leg, just below the hem of my short skirt. Because I had grown accustom to things like this, I paid no attention to it.

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I replied in my usual glib way, only to feel his hand suddenly shoot upward. Before I could even react, his fingers were touching my unclad pussy.

"This bitch ain't wearing no panties," he exclaimed as I moved away from him.

"No shit Sherlock, she isn't wearing a bra either," Jerry intoned sarcastically.

This was the first time I had ever been called a bitch, and I was not sure if I liked it. Like I said before, I did not mind the sexual inferences and the occasional improper caress. To me, it was part of being a sex object, but being called a bitch was unwarranted.

Because of my beliefs, I could not reprimand Daryl myself, and looked to my husband to uphold my honor. When our eyes met, he knew what I expected him to do. But instead of saying anything, he looked away as if he was intimidated by the new guy.

Lacking any form of chastisement, Daryl was free to do what he wanted, and the rest of the night he was all hands. If I came anywhere near him, which was hard not to do, he was attempting to get his finger in my pussy. When he was not doing that, he was trying to expose my breasts. This he managed to do several times, before I finally buttoned up my blouse all the way to my neck. With my breast now inaccessible, by the knot that had previously held my blouse together, and the buttons, the only thing I had to worry about was my vulnerable pussy.

I know that I could have gone into the bedroom and put on some pants, but I did not want to give him the satisfaction. Besides, all the other guys, including my husband, were getting a kick out of watching me squirm around, trying to keep his finger from plunging into me. It was as if it had become some kind of sadistic game, with everyone waiting to see if I would surrender and allow him to reach his goal.

For me it was no game. My body belonged to my husband, and only he was entitled to determine its disposition. He had gained that right by the act of marriage, using that golden ring to transfer ownership from my father to him.

A little after 10:00 I went to bed, not bother to give everyone my customary kiss goodnight. As I headed towards the bedroom, I had the pleasure of knowing that I had thwarted Daryl's efforts to finger me. Not once was he able to get further than the delicate folds of my pussy lips.

After I had stripped off my clothes, I crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my naked body. I don't know how long I slept, but I was awaken by the tug of the covers being pulled from between my legs. When I opened my eyes, I discovered that I was completely exposed, except for one leg and a small portion of my lower body. Harold was standing by the side of the bed, trying to reveal what little there was that was still hidden.

"It's okay," he said, as I grabbed what covering I could and flung it over me, hugging them to my naked body. "I came to warn you."

"Warn me about what?"

Harold sat down beside me and began to relate what had happened after I left. He reminded me that Brad had been drinking more than usual, and that it only got worse after I went to bed. Because of all the beer that he had drunk, he began to play sloppily, losing almost ever hand. Eventually he ran out of money and wanted to bet IOU's, but Daryl wouldn't let him. They told Daryl that Brad was good for it, but he wouldn't listen.

"What has that got to do with me? My husband has done that before."

Harold continued by telling me that Daryl wanted something more tangible than a paper IOU. Brad tried to put up his watch, but Daryl said that it was worthless. When Brad didn't come up with anything else, Daryl suggested that he bet me. They told Brad that he was crazy, and that he should withdraw the bet, but he insisted that it remain.

Naturally my husband lost, but he continued to put me up as his marker. Harold apologized for not ending the game then, but did not give me a reason for why he didn't. He then informed me that I had been pledged to each of them, including Daryl.

"Personally I do not want to jeopardize our friendship in this way, but Daryl has no qualms about collecting. You know how he was with you tonight."

"I appreciate you telling me this, but I have a question. Did Brad know what using me to cover his bet meant?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe at the start he didn't, but all of us tried to make sure that he knew."

"And, he went ahead and did it anyway?"

"I'm afraid so. Like I said, it is only Daryl that intends to fuck you. That's not saying that the rest of us would not like to, but we are willing to wait until Brad has the money to pay us."

It was now time for me to make a decision. I could refuse to let any of them have me, or I could be true to the beliefs that I have held for all these years. Although I was not happy with the situation, and definitely wanted to say no, my principles were more important to me. If I was going to be committed to them, then I could not disregard one because it did not suit me at the moment.

I had always held that a woman's mind was the only thing that truly belongs to her, while the rest of her was owned by a man, in this case my husband. Now that man had decided to give temporary custody to other men. He had given them the right to use my body the way he had, taking pleasure from it in any way that suited them.

While I was thinking about this, I briefly thought about passively lying there and letting them fuck a emotionless body. As soon as I had it I disregarded it because I would be living a lie. These men deserved the best that I and my body could give them. After all, for a brief time they will own me just as my husband did, and I could not give them any less then I did him.

"How do you want me?" I asked as I tossed the covers aside. "You can have me any way you want, and in any position. What I'm trying to say is that you can use me to fulfill your wildest desire, until you feel that the debt has been paid."

"Please don't think of it in that way," he hurtfully replied, as his finger hastily began removing his clothes. "You are not a whore!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. What I meant was that I will do anything that you ask me to, and as often as you want."

When Harold finally climbed up on the bed, his cock was so rigid that weights could be hung from it and it would not have bent. It seemed like only a moment later that I had that inflexible rod thrusting deep into my pussy. As it plunged into me, I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him in deeper.

With my legs locked around him, I partially controlled his movement, making sure that he was always inside of me. When he lunged forward I would raise my hips, allowing him to penetrate me to his fullest. This gave both of us the greatest pleasure, which for me was extraordinary.

"Oh yes," I panted. "Fuck me."

I remember saying other things, like "give me your cum", and "I want you to cum inside of me." These were all words that my husband had taught me to say while he was fucking me, and they seemed just as appropriate now. Of course there was a lot of moaning and groaning, but these things I did not need to be taught, since they naturally came out.

Things were really beginning to heat up. I could already feel the flames of passion rapidly spreading through me, spurred on with each glorious thrust of his wonderful cock. Just as I was ready to fly to that breathtaking pinnacle of pleasure, I heard him give one loud groan and then several short ones. With each one he made small violent jabs, as he sent his hot sperm surging into me.

Although I had not achieved an orgasm, I knew that the male ego demanded that I at least fake one. So I gave the best representation of a full blown one that I could. Even then, it seemed inadequate thanks for what he had given me. For, in my way of thinking, although the sex act is incredible, it is the sperm that they leave behind that is the most treasured. It is the most precious gift that a man can give a woman, because it is a part of him.

During my fake orgasm I naturally unlocked my legs and Harold took advantage of it. As he withdrew his spent cock and crawled from between them, I had a chance to fully appreciate the reward that he had bestowed upon me. Yet, as I did, I felt it begin to slowly ooze out.

"Do me a favor." I said as I tried to keep his cum inside of me. "Brad says that men do not like sloppy seconds. So, before you send the next one in, give me a chance to clean myself."

While Harold was getting back into his clothes, I hobbled towards the master bath room. There I filled a douche bag with warm water, and shoved the nozzle into my inundated pussy. The bag was half empty when it suddenly dawned on me that I could have had a tasty treat if I had only remove his cum with my hand and put it in my mouth.

It had not been my idea to do that. Brad had come up with it, one night, after he had energetically fuck my pussy twice without stopping. Now, every time he fucks my pussy, he sits back and watches as I transfer his cum to my mouth. In a way it is fitting, since I am not losing his cherished offering, only putting it in a different cavity where my body can absorb it.

When I returned to the bedroom, Jerry was waiting for me. He had already removed his clothes, and was sporting an even longer erection than Harold's, only the girth was much smaller. It was almost as if he had one of those super sized pencils.

"Harry said that you said, that we could take you anyway we wanted. If that's true, then I want you to blow me."

Now, I'm proud to say that I am a very accomplished cocksucker, but I wasn't like that when I married Brad. He taught me very thing I know about it, usually the hard way. At first it was just a light tap on the head, whenever my jaw slackened enough so that my teeth came in contact with his cock. Once I had learned not to do that, he began plunging it down my throat. That was a horrible experience, me choking until tears came to my eyes. Only then would he pull back, allowing the reflex to subside, and then penetrate my throat again. Thankfully that reaction eventually vanished, although it took some time, and I am not able to enjoy that form of sex.

When Jerry mentioned that he wanted a blowjob, I had my doubts as to whether I could take anything that far down my throat. Despite my misgivings, I realized that I would have to try. Once Brad had decided to give me to his friends, it had become my duty no matter what sacrifices I had to make.

Moving closer to him, I knelt in front of him and took the tip of his elongated cock into my mouth. Brad always enjoyed having me caress it with my tongue before he put it in my throat. However, no sooner had I started, when Jerry grabbed the back of my head and yanked it towards him. An instant later it was surging into my throat and past my larynx.

My husband always wanted me to hum, whenever he was in my throat. He said that the vibration really stimulated him. Yet, when I tried that with Jerry, the pressure of his cock against my vocal cords made it almost impossible.

I don't think that Jerry was interested in any extra stimulus, because he quickly began fucking my mouth as if it were a second pussy. Up until then, I had never viewed it in that way and the thought excited me. It was so arousing that my hand slipped between my legs to masturbate the real one.

It was not long before an orgasmic spasm took hold of me, and I came hard, as wonder and joy filled me with warmth. Part of that heat came from the torrents of extremely thick and gooey semen that was being pumped into my throat. The continuous volleys clung to the sides, forming layers, and refusing to slide down to my stomach. Mercifully it soon ended, and I was able to dispatch it to where it belonged. After I had, I kissed his cock and cleaned it with my tongue.

When Jerry left, I found myself wondering who would be next. As I climbed up on the bed, and pressed my legs against my chest, I prayed that it would not be Daryl. Unfortunately, when I looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"I told ya, bitch, that I was gonn'a have ya," he said as he moved towards the bed. "Stretch that lovely bod out so that I can see what I'm get'in."

As I laid down and spread my legs, I noticed that he was not getting undressed. Since Brad had never fucked me with his clothes on, I could not imagine a man wanting to do it that way. Yet, I was willing to believe the worst when it came to Daryl.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," he said as his hands roamed roughly over my body.

While one finger was exploring the inside of my pussy, the other hand was squeezing a breast. The way he was compressing it hurt, and I told him so, but he just ignored me and lowered his lips to the nipple. When he had it in his mouth, he began to suck on it like a child trying to get nourishment from its mother.

As he continued to suckle on my sensitive nipple, his finger had discovered my G-spot, and was massaging it. The stimulation from both quickly ignited a fire within me, that soon turned it into a roaring inferno. When the heat of the flames merged, I soared, experiencing the most fantastic orgasm that I have ever had without a cock inside of me.

While I was still floating, he crawled between my outstretched legs. After placing them on either side of his head, he brought his tongue in contact with my pussy lips. An instant later he was rapidly, yet gently licking the outer lips. Occasionally he would stop and suck my clit into his mouth, as his tongue flicked across the tip.

Since I was still rapturously inflamed from his previous manipulations, it was not long before I shot skyward. This time I ascended higher than I ever had before. The whole time I was begging him not to stop.

Daryl must have heard my plea, because he jammed his tongue into my pussy. As it did, I flexed my leg muscles, using his back and neck for leverage, bring my pussy up so that he could get further in. Once again he found my G-spot, and began pressing against it, as his tongue made tiny swirls over it.

I had never felt anything as incredible as what he was doing to me. Not once, during our years of marriage, had my husband ever done anything like that. Now someone that I barely knew was sending me to heights that I never dreamed of.

While I was still soaring, Daryl must have moved. For when I returned to my body, he was beside me. He had one hand cupping my pussy, while his tongue flicked across a nipple.

"Now don't ya wish that ya hadn't been such a bitch?" he commented when he noticed that I was back with him.

For a moment I did not know what he was talking about, but then it hit me. I could have experienced the same ecstasy earlier if I had let him have me then. The trouble was that Brad had not sanctioned it then,

"You don't understand..." I replied before he cut me off.

"I think I do, but we'll talk about it later when I cash in my second chit."

After saying that, he scooted off the bed and disappeared through the door. As he was leaving, I could not help but wonder what he had in store for me when he returned. How could he possibly top what he had already done?

The next two men were sort of an anticlimax compared to the joy that I had just been given. Tim took me up the butt, which I enjoy, and I even climaxed for him. Mark fucked my pussy, giving me another orgasm. After he had pulled out, I cleaned myself the way I wish I had done with Harold.

Aware that Daryl would be next, I washed myself just to be sure. When I came out, he was already naked, and sporting the biggest erection I had even seen. It was at least as long as Jerry's, and maybe a bit more, but it was much thicker that any of the men there.

"Ya like what ya see?" he asked, noticing that I could not keep my eyes off it. "Well, I'm gon'na shove it into your cunt. So why don't ya get ready while I stroke it a bit. I want it its full size when I stick it in ya."

I could not believe that something that monstrous was not already at its full size. As I complied with his command, I wondered if I would be able to take it inside of me. Yet, I was determined to at least try, not only for his sake but because I wanted it in me.




A Debt to be Paid



"Are ya ready?" he asked as he rubbed his precum over my pussy lips.

"Give it to me," I replied as I closed my eyes, and prepared for the worse.

Daryl eased the tip past the lips, but stopped at the entrance to my pussy. He paused for a moment, and then forced it in a little further. When he did I felt my pussy being stretched apart, but it was not as bad as I had imagined. Maybe I should have been grateful that he was taking his time, but I wasn't.

"For god's sake, don't stop." I beseeched him. "Give it to me. I want it all inside of me."

Although I had not really expected him to do what I wanted, he did just that. With a hefty lunge he sent his massive cock plunging into me. He did not stop until it reached the very top.

For the first time in my life, I was completely filled. There was not a centimeter of unoccupied space in me. It was so enjoyable that I found myself begging him to fuck me.

Now that my pussy had expanded to accommodate him, there was no stopping him. He immediately began to forcefully drive into me, rocking my body with each thrust. Soon we were moving together, him trying to get even more into me, and me endeavoring to make it happen.

I don't remember how many times he made me orgasm, having lost count at three. All I know is that when he finally gave me his precious sperm, I joined him in glorious bliss. When I finally did come down from that dizzying height, he was still in me, as hard as ever.

We fucked two more times, each time even more magnificent that the one before. When he erupted for the third time, he fell on top of me, crushing my breasts. For a long time we just lay there, feeling each other's heavy breathing, and wrapped in a marvelous afterglow.

At some point I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke he was gone. For some strange reason, his absence filled me with a sense of sadness. Maybe it was because I believed that I would never again enjoy his exceptional cock. Whatever it was, I continued to lie there, reminiscing about what had transpired that night, especially my time with Daryl.

After several minutes I realized that I was lying in a pool of cum. I got up, and started towards the bathroom, but changed my mind. Instead I slowly walked out to the living room, where I expected to find my husband passed out.

When I arrived, I discovered that the boys were gathered around the poker table, talking about me. What I overheard, before they notice me, was very complimentary. From the way they were talking, they all seemed to have liked my performance.

"Don't let me stop you." I told them after they had shut up. "A girl wants to hear how good she is in bed. Especially this one."

They did not reply, although I really did not expect them to. In all our years of marriage, Brad had never complimented me on the pleasure that I gave him. He had just assumed that it was my duty as a woman and a wife, and I had to admit that it was. So why did I suddenly expect others to do what my husband would not?

I was still pondering this, when the men got up to leave. Before they did, I went to each of them and gave them a passion kiss on the mouth. As I did, I placed my hand over their cocks, and gave them a tender squeeze through their pants. When they reached the door, I thanked them for giving me such a wonderful time.

"So, you liked having them fuck you?" Brad asked after they were gone.

"You're not drunk, are you?" I replied, realizing that this had all be set up. "You had Harold tell me that just to see what I would do."

"Answer my question. Did you enjoy having sex with them?"

"What if I said no. You already know what my beliefs are. So what difference would it make. If you want to continue letting other men fuck me, you have that right."

"I just wanted to know what you felt about it. And, yes, I am not drunk, and never have been. Furthermore, I intend to continue to let them fuck you, and maybe some others too. Is that clear?"

"Now that it is out in the open, I will tell you that I did enjoy having sex with them. I especially enjoyed doing it with Daryl."

"Good, because he is going to be a regular at a our poker parties."

That night, after we had had fantastic sex, we talked about the upcoming parties. I was planning on wearing a pink peignoir, and nothing else, but Brad rejected the idea. He wanted me fully clothed, including a bra and panties. His idea was to play strip poker, with me doing the stripping. Once I was naked I was to remain that way, as they played to see who would use me. Only this time the winner would not have to wait until the game ended to have me.

After our conversation had ended, and he had gone to sleep, I lay there thinking about what had transpired. I was surprised that I had so readily gone along with his plans. Prior to that night, my philosophy was that I would be a sexual plaything for only one man. Yet, I had let five men have me, and was prepared to let them, and more do the same. What was even more astonishing was that I was actually looking forward to being a sex toy.



A Debt to be Paid



"Call me when you need me," she said. "I'll be ready."

"I'll call you, Laura. You owe me thirty-one thousand dollars."

"You'll get your money's worth, Larry. I promise. And probably more, if you want."

Laura turned out to be one of the best investments I had ever made. She was directly attributable for five huge contracts for my firm. Her style, beauty and enthusiasm made us more than two hundred fifty million. Six others enjoyed her company and signed on for smaller investment deals. I used the other twenty visits with her myself. She paid off her debt in four months. On her last "service call" we spend an entire weekend at the company condo in West Palm while Stephen, her husband, my brother, was in Toronto on business. Had she charged me, I would have owed her eight thousand after that weekend.

Since that time she has volunteered her services to the company six more times. I can't count the number of times my sister has been with me. Needless to say, it is a relationship that is still mutually satisfying to us both.