0 comments/ 80499 views/ 5 favorites A Dish Best Served Cold By: Bob Waters The divorce had been finalized for several weeks now and Tom was quite proud of himself. After all, he had worked hard to get to where he was. He had changed, matured. Was it his fault that he had grown apart from Beth, his wife of almost 20 years? Hell, they were college sweethearts for Christ's sake, how could you expect something to last that long? Tom was the first to admit that for a forty year old woman, Beth was still beautiful. She looked younger then her age, sure. Kept herself in great shape but she was still forty. At forty-one he was still young, in his prime. Could he help it if a much younger woman found him attractive? Could he help it if he reacted like any normal man and responded? It was only normal. He felt sorry she had been hurt, but she got a good settlement out of it, hell, her attorney had raped him in the divorce. Beth could cry all the way to the bank, meanwhile his twenty-three year old girlfriend could salve his wounds. This girl was amazing! She did things to him Beth couldn't even dream of. Sex with Beth had been, well not boring but – married. There were things Beth just wouldn't do. Things as a man he had a right to expect. Well, he had them now. Tom looked through his mail as he got a beer from the fridge. Hmm, a package. Getting a small utility knife from the kitchen, Tom sliced it open. A videotape. No note, no label, no clue what it could be. One way to find out, he thought. Taking his beer into the media room, he turned on the TV and popped the tape in the VCR. Settling on the couch, he popped his beer and hit 'play' on the remote. After a few seconds of snow, the screen cleared to show a hotel room in what looked to be some kind of tropical setting. The camera panned over to show his ex-wife standing in the center of the room. Tom had to admit she looked beautiful, as usual, in her simple skirt and white blouse. Her legs were tan and bare. "Hi Tom," she spoke. "This tape's for you. Just a little something for you to think of while your sitting there with your little girlfriend." What the fuck? He thought, what kind of bitchy little thing is she going to do… He didn't have time to finish the thought when a young man, looked to be in his twenties, came into the frame behind Beth. Tom didn't recognize him, typical surfer-boy type with his long blond hair and tanned complexion. Tall kid, almost a head taller then Beth and Beth was tall herself. "This is Mike. Say hi to Tom, Mike," Beth giggled. "Hey Tom," Mike grinned. Mike reached around Beth and pulled her long blond hair back over her shoulder. His hand caressed her still lovely neck and then started to unbutton her blouse. Tom was stunned. The camera zoomed in to follow Mike's hands as they slowly opened each button of his ex-wife's silk blouse, a V of tanned skin showing as the opening plunged lower and lower. Mike eventually reached her skirt and pulled the blouse out of the waistband and open. Beth didn't have a bra on and Tom was shocked to see that while she was tanned, there were no tan-lines on her breasts. He hadn't seen his wife's naked torso in almost a year and was stunned at how good she looked. He had heard she was spending a lot of time at the gym. It showed. Her normally flat belly now rippled, shit, she had fucking six-pack abs! Her arms were toned, even her fucking tits looked perkier. He stared at the screen, wondering if she had them done. He concluded not. "Do you like my tan Tom?" Beth asked from the screen. "I got it here in Negril. That's where I met Mike. You'll be happy to know that I'm having a great time spending your money." "Bitch," Tom muttered to the screen. On the screen, Mike was fumbling at the back of Beth's skirt. Tom heard a zipper and Beth's skirt fluttered to the floor to puddle at her ankles. She had the tiniest pair of panties on. Damm, she looked good. Her legs had always been her best feature and now they were even better, toned, defined, fucking sculpted, Tom thought. Mike hooked his hands in Beth's panties and started to push them down over her hips and at about that point Tom realized this guy was stripping his wife. Ex-wife. Shit! Tom watched as Beth's panties fell to the floor. Beth stood there, naked and proud of her new figure. Tanned all over except for the smallest white patch over her pubis – which Tom was shocked to see had been shaved bare. Something else she had never done for him. Beth stretched languidly, displaying her body for the camera, reaching over her shoulder to cup Mike's head which bent in to nuzzle her neck. His hands roamed over her body, caressing a nipple to hardness, skirting across her firm belly. "I have another new friend too," Beth smiled. She beckoned to someone off camera. A large black man came into view, grinning. "This is Nigel. Say hi to Tom, Nigel." "Hello Tom," Nigel grinned at the camera. The musical lilt of the islands in his voice. Nigel was another handsome young man in his twenties. Shorter then Mike, he was powerfully built, muscles on his arms bulging under his loose shirt. Smiling cheekily at the camera, Nigel bent to capture one of Beth's nipples in his teeth. "Mmm," Beth purred at the camera. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am, Tommy." She let the two men push her back onto a couch. Tom could see both men shedding clothes as they went. The camera followed. Shit, there must be a fourth person there running the camera he thought. The two guys were now completely naked as was Beth. Tom ground his teeth noticing both of these punks looked like model material, with their good looks and chiseled bodies. He became even angrier when he noticed that both were better endowed then he was. Quite a bit better endowed. They sat on the couch on either side of Beth, Mike kissing her while Nigel bent to suck one of her tits. The camera zoomed in on the kiss. Tom could see Beth's tongue snake out into Mike's mouth. He saw Mike grin as he sucked on it, pressing his own mouth into hers as he captured her other breast in his hand. Beth broke the kiss with Mike and turned to Nigel. Who gladly released her nipple to kiss her mouth. He nibbled on her lip, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it. Tom heard Beth's deep-throated laugh as they kissed. He burned to watch her kissing this very black man, all of his prejudices coming to the fore. The camera pulled back, showing their bodies. Tom saw that Beth now had her legs splayed wide open, Mike's hand on her, in her, stroking her pussy with one finger while plunging the other into her. Beth's hands were wrapped around each of their cocks, gently stroking them. "Mmm, this is sooo good," Beth purred. "Mike's much better at this then you ever were Tom." Tom closed his eyes in frustration, but then opened them, unable to look away. His cock rock hard in his pants, shaming him even more. "Oooo," Beth moaned. "Ungh!" her head went back as she came. Beth was always an easy cum Tom thought. He never realized how easy until he was with someone new. Belatedly, Tom was realizing there was a lot he had taken for granted. Beth pushed Mike's hand away. Turning around and kneeling on the couch, Beth hovered over Nigel's large cock. The camera zoomed in. Beth's tongue snaked out to caress the tip of Nigel's think, black pole. Beth pushed the hood of Nigel's uncircumcised cock back and took the head in her mouth. A little tentatively, she began to suck, bobbing her head up and down on his rod, each stroke taking more in until she was capturing most of his rod in her mouth, her sweet face filling the camera. She shifted and the camera pulled back. Mike and gotten up and was standing behind Beth, pulling her upturned rump over. The camera zoomed in on Beth's raised ass, her pussy exposed for the world in all its wet, juicy splendor. Mike put the head of his cock against her and pressed in. Tom stared, repelled but fascinated as this young man fucked his Beth. The camera pulled back and he sunk into his own private hell as sweet Beth, pristine Beth, proper Beth was filled at both ends in a Jamaican hotel room by two young studs she had apparently picked up in some bar. Mikes balls made a wet, slapping sound as they banged into Beth's cunt as he pounded her. Beth stopped sucking on Nigel's cock, raising her head, eyes closed as she groaned, "Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes, oh fuck me, c'mon, fuck me, yes, oh!" Mike grabbed her hips and pounded harder. "Oh, God, oh yes! Oh God! Oh God!" Beth moaned as she clutched the cushions of the couch, cumming again. Mike groaned and the camera caught his semen leaking from around his cock as it plunged in and out of her filled hole. He pumped a few more times and withdrew, a rush of milky white cum following his cock out of her pussy. The camera focused on Beth's face again as she looked at the camera, still bent over on the couch. "Can you guess what I'm going to let Nigel do now Tom?" she asked with a sultry, satisfied smile. The camera pulled back. Nigel was now standing behind Beth, a tube in his hand. He squirted a bit out on his hand and rubbed it across Beth's asshole. "You've always wanted my 'other' cherrie, haven't you Tom," she teased. "You begged me for it, but I never gave it to you." Nigel was now rubbing more of the lubricant on his cock. "I'm giving it to Nigel, Tom, and you're going to watch." The big black man placed his tool against Beth's rosette. Slowly, gently, he began to press in. The camera cut from Beth's face to Nigel's cock invading her virginal ass and back again. Beth closed her eyes, her forehead furrowed slightly as his cock went deeper. The head disappeared and he paused, reaching around her to stroke her clit. "Are you OK darlin'?" Nigel asked. "Yeah, it's not that bad, keep going," Beth replied. Tom watched in agony as Nigel's cock went into Beth's ass, inch by inch until he had completely filled her. Tom stroked his own cock, angered and excited and mostly just confused at his own feelings. After pausing a moment to let her get used to him, Nigel withdrew and pushed in again, slowly but a little faster then before. Again. And again, each time a little faster. The look on Beth's face changed from enduring discomfort to something else as Nigel continued to reach around her, playing with her clit. Nigel moved into her faster, screwing his own eyes shut. "Ungh!" he groaned as he speared her deep, pressing in and keeping it there, "Ahh, oh darlin' daht was nice!" Beth was breathing hard, "That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," she said, gasping as Nigel withdrew. The camera zoomed for a moment on her ass, gaping and glistening with Nigel's cum before returning to her face. "Maybe I should have let you, Tom. Oh well, too late now. You left me." Beth turned on the couch, sitting back facing the camera, magnificently naked and just fucked. "I hope you're happy Tom. I wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't pining away for you. Hope you enjoyed my little parting shot. Oh, there's one more person I want you to meet." Turning her head, she said to someone off camera, "Mike, take the camera." The picture jiggled for a moment, then steadied on. "Come here 'Becca." Beth said. The camera pulled back to show a beautiful brunette, about twenty-five, tanned and naked walking over to the couch. She sat next to Beth. Very close. "I'm going to try something else you always used to talk about." Beth taunted from the screen. " 'Becca here is going to clean me off." Beth sat back on the couch and spread her legs. The younger woman moved between them, kneeling on the floor. "But I think that's enough taping," Beth said. "I've made my point, the rest is for me." The screen faded to black as 'Becca bent to his wife's cunt. Tom sat there, alone in his apartment, his cock in his hand, tasting the ashes of his 'freedom' in his mouth as he contemplated what he had thrown away. A Dish Best Served Cold Doctor Martin Angelo was sitting at his desk in his St. Louis office fuming. He was holding an itemized bill in his hand. It was for the professional services of a local law firm he hired to represent him in a lawsuit. He lost twice. First, his lawsuit failed. Then the bill his attorney sent him was more than outrageous. Plus when he told them he wouldn't pay it, the law firm put a lien against his company and froze his corporate assets at his bank. He found another attorney that told him after examining everything that what they did was all legal and proper and he was stuck. He was an owner of a very small pharmaceutical company. After years of hard work he had discovered a new drug that when marketed should reap him millions of dollars. Before he could submit his drug for FDA testing, one of the big pharmaceutical companies applied for a patent on his formula. This is not uncommon. Doctor Angelo was a tyrant to work for and did not instill loyalty in anyone that worked for him. One of his employees quit and sold the formula and samples to the larger company. Since the former employee did it in Japan, Doctor Angelo found he had no legal leg to stand on. Doctor Angelo was going to have to file for bankruptcy and dissolve his company to escape this. It was his only option left. But he fully planned to make that bitch of an attorney pay for his ruination. In spades. She was going to pay him back with her very ass. Two years later, Cynthia Anne Hollingsworth was running on a treadmill in the Golden Rod Gym, which was located on a lower floor in her downtown Chicago loop office building. The law firm she was an associate in had a corporate membership to the club. Cindy used it about three times a week, when she could make the time that is. Since this was important to her she seldom missed her appointments with her personal trainer. Only if she was in court or an important meeting she could not avoid. She loved to joke around with his other clients about what a tyrant he was. "Bitch, bitch, bitch. Dat's all you girls do is bitch at me! If you spent half as much a your time working out as ya did bitching, you would all look the way you want too!" Manfred Stein said to them all the time. Manfred had a poster on the wall he pointed to constantly. It had before and after pictures of a naked woman who had to weigh in at over four hundred pounds next to a naked woman that could not even weigh one hundred pounds. Manfred always looked at them and pointed at the fat lady in the picture. It was easy to tell the two women in the pictures were not the same person. They were not even related to each other. "Diss is you! Ich ben going to make you look like her if it kill you!" He would say pointing to the skinny one. He was a Teutonic Adonis. Manfred was hot. Most of the girls dreamed of him taking them. Cindy was part of this group, and she enjoyed it when he touched her. That was why she stayed in this group. Manfred had no problems with touching his girls. And they all loved it! Several of the girls openly tried to get in his pants. None could. One of them was a girl Cindy really liked. Her name was Georgia. Cindy had become friends with many of the other patrons of the gym, but especially Georgia. Cindy was twenty-eight years old, about five feet eight inches tall, medium build with a thirty-six inch bust line, twenty-six inch waist, and thirty-seven inch hips. She wore a size 36C bra, but was almost into a D cup. She wanted to work on her bust to make sure she didn't sag into a D cup. She was athletic and in good health. Her hair was cut to a short sassy style that looked both appealing and sexy on her. She had real blonde hair with some hint of red highlights added and liked to attribute any mistakes she made to the fact that she was a blonde airhead. Her hair had been cut like that since high school. She had been active in the gym and found short hair stayed out of her way. Cindy was anything but an airhead. She had top grades in all her academic classes and was at the top of her classes in high school, college and law school. She was extremely gifted as a public speaker and came across very well to juries. The fact that she had been a model for several Chicago area merchandise stores while she was in college helped this fact. She was used to being on camera and not at all shy around them. She learned to critique herself each time she could and got to where her performances were first rate. This not only earned her the money to pay for her own schooling, but to pay for all the "toys" she wanted to buy. The toys she bought on her own without any help from daddy was a new Lexus every year, a townhouse in a nice suburban neighborhood, and a very large expensive wardrobe. Her father was not shy to tell her he approved of her paying her own way like this. He had done the same thing when he returned home to Chicago from Vietnam a disabled veteran. He worked hard to put himself through law school in a wheelchair then partnered up with two others to form a new law firm with offices in the loop. That law firm now employed over three hundred people, and had a world wide reputation. It had offices in twelve cities across the country. St. Louis and Kansas City were two of them. It was the firm his daughter was an associate working her way up the corporate ladder in. Once again, she did it all on her own. She applied to the firm in St. Louis while her father was out of the county on vacation. The woman in the St. Louis personnel office had no clue that she was one of the partner's daughters when she was hired. It was almost nine months before her father found out where she was working. She kept telling him it was a small firm in St. Louis. By then she had her own reputation as a competent lawyer on firm grounds. She had done very well on her own with out his help. This was a source of pride for both of them. Her move back to Chicago came when the senior associate she was working with told her he was moving to the main office in Chicago to become a junior partner in the firm, and he asked her to make the move with him. He was married and wanted her as a work partner, not a bed one. That was when she told him who her father was. That came as a large shock to him. He had already faxed her file into the board of director's office with a request for her transfer. And a sizable raise to senior associate status. In the end she made the move. She liked working with him and thought it was time to come back home. He had confided in her he wanted to open his own agency when he got the experience, and wanted her to be a partner with him in it. This was just what her dad had done, and the way almost every new law firm began. Once again, her father was very proud of how she handled this. There were only a few people at her new office that knew who she really was. One was her father's original administrative assistant, Joyce Sinclar. Joyce was now the Administrator for the Board of Directors. She had held baby Cindy on her knee right after she was born, and kept track of her for her father after she left home for school. Cindy really missed Joyce. On her first day back, when she and her boss came up to the main office for the ritual meeting with the big bosses, she walked in and came around the desk and gave Joyce a big hug. Joyce looked at her and just said, "Welcome home, girl," with tears in her eyes. Joyce had known all along where Cindy was. She never told her father. He was not surprised when he found it out. It was not the first secret Joyce and his daughter had shared together over the years. He never pressed her on them. Cindy grew up with Joyce as her mother figure when her mother died while she was in high school. Her father had never recovered from that. She knew he never would. When Cindy arrived her father told her he was about to retire. It was getting too hard for him to get around downtown Chicago now. He was moving down to the Branson, Missouri area. He bought into a luxury housing development years before and was going to end out his years fishing on Table Rock Lake. After a hard workout where Manfred pushed them all really hard, Cindy and Georgia were showering in the privacy stalls next to each other. It's said that opposites attract. These two women could hardly be confused with each other. They were as dissimilar as could be. Everywhere Cindy was fair, Georgia was dark. Cindy had an English girl's peaches and cream complexion; Georgia's skin was black as midnight. They were not even close to the same build. While Cindy was medium in size, Georgia was big. Georgia Lane was over six feet tall, her bust line was 44DD. Her waist was 36 inches while her hips were 40 inches wide. She was not fat. She was very well muscled. Georgia was a professional dancer. An erotic dancer. Georgia told Cindy once when they were both chatting over coffee from the coffee shop that while Cindy made her money with her brain; she made her money with her body. She made no bones about the fact that she took guys to an apartment next to the club she worked in for a good time. Georgia told Cindy it was almost obscene the way white men would lay down their money at her feet to lick her pussy. Or her toes. One of her favorite tricks was to pick the smaller men up, bring their cock up to her lips and suck it dry while she held them up helpless above her head. At first, Cindy didn't know how to take Georgia. She told her that while she was not a virgin, she had not had a boyfriend in over two years. Her last one had been very disappointing to her. It was part of the reason she left St. Louis to come back home. "Honey, you bring that cute white ass of yours over to the club and I will find you a real stud that will make your head swim. And he will pay handsomely for the privilege of doing it!" Georgia said with a laugh. Cindy was always very modest and shy about her naked body. Georgia thought it was cute the way she dried herself off in the shower stall and came out with a towel wrapped around her naked body. She tried to get her bra and panties on very quickly when no one was watching her. Georgia came out fully naked and walked around that way. She loved to show off her body and her many tattoos. Georgia had her naval pierced, but no where else. Despite their differences, they became fast friends. In actuality, Georgia would not really let her come to the club. Georgia knew she would be embarrassed and end up getting raped if she did so. Georgia knew Cindy was really a nice girl. She didn't begrudge her the advantages she had growing up white with rich parents. Georgia would not trade her own parents for anyone else's. They had provided her with love and a safe childhood. Her occupation was one of her own choosing. She had dropped out of high school two days after she turned sixteen. Two years before that, her boyfriend tricked her out of her panties. Three months after that, a street gang caught them making out in an old car. Fifteen guys took her that night, after her boyfriend. She found out how to give blowjobs, hand jobs, and take it up her pussy, up her ass and what it is like to be pissed on. She learned to do it all that night. Because she did what they told her to do, the gang bangers didn't hurt her. The strange thing about it was she was not at all bothered by it. She had really gotten turned on by turning them off. Even when it was with a cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass and both hands all at the same time. She really got turned on by it. Her boyfriend couldn't deal with the raping he took. He ran away from home the next day and she never saw him again. Two weeks later she went into the free clinic and was treated for VD. She made up her mind then that she was never going to make out again for free. If a man wanted her, he was going to pay for it. When she turned eighteen, she walked into one of the clubs near her home and asked the owner to teach her how to dance. He told her what it would cost her. She was willing to pay the price. She had been a regular at the Rush Street Kit Kat Club ever since. The owner taught her well. He told her he would teach her the ropes and told her what it would cost her in return, both in money (nothing) and in free sex (a lot.) He got free ass until she started earning money. Then she paid the same as the rest of the girls. The free ass stopped then. Except for when she took her place in the regular rotation that kept him happy. He was honest with her and with his dealings with the others. One of the other girls told her she was welcome here unless she got caught cheating them. If she ever did, she would be out on her ass. She saw that happen with a few of the other new girls. This was the way she wanted to live her life. She learned how the whole system worked and how the drop box money collection system they used protected them all. She would pick up a date in the club and have them meet her at her room in the apartment complex next to the club. The date would ring the bell and give his name and she would buzz him in the door and meet him in the hallway. Before they went in her room, he would make a deposit in the envelope she provided with her name on it. He put in the cash, he sealed the envelope and he dropped it in the wall mounted bank style night deposit drop box slot. It was important that he dropped it, not her. The girls never touched the money. That was a key point in the operation. At the end of the night, all the envelopes were opened and the money was counted. The house took a cut, and deposited the girl's money in a bank account. The girl's could watch the count any time they wished. But they knew what they made each night. The trust level was there and they knew they didn't have to watch it. Every other Friday was payday. They got a regular pay check from the club with their earnings, minus the taxes. At the end of the year, they got W-2 tax forms from the club for their wages as professional dancers. It was all tight and legal and the Chicago Police left them alone. So did the feds. The bouncer, Henry, an ex-prize fighter, took care of anyone that did not play nice with the girls. The girls took care of his needs as well. In a word, it was a professional operation. The club even paid for health insurance and a corporate membership to the Golden Rod athletic club for the girls, which was only a block away from the club. Georgia was not the only regular girl that went there. Most of the girls did. The ones that were not strung out on drugs, that is. Those girls never lasted long at the club. The girls called them the "temporary help." What was most surprising to Cindy; there were twenty-seven girls that worked full time as performers at the club. Of these, only four were real girls. Georgia was one of the four. The way they handled things, most of her customers never knew she was the real thing. It was for the others that most of the men frequented the club. With her size, few questioned her real sex. The other three real girls were just as big as she was. The other three were lesbians, too. All of them went both ways, but liked girls better. Georgia wanted to keep Cindy as a friend, not a lover. Cindy was shocked when they talked about all this over coffee one afternoon. The week before Georgia turned her ankle working out and Cindy gave her a ride home. Georgia wanted to thank her for that. She would never tell Cindy that in her world, when someone was nice to you, you had to repay them. It was an unwritten cardinal rule. Georgia thought that Cindy was the only really normal person she knew. Everyone else was some kind of a nut, freak or sociopath. All day long Cindy had been waiting for the day to end. She was just fed up to her limit with things this Friday afternoon. Her day started off wrong and stayed that way. First, she slept in. She hurriedly dressed in a bright red suit she liked, with matching purse and shoes. She would have to do her makeup as she drove the car. She hated that. Everyone just knew she was an airhead blonde bimbo when they saw her doing that. Just after she finished putting on her face, she got caught by a long freight train. Then she was delayed by a traffic tie up due to an overturned truck. While waiting for the State Police to get traffic moving again on the Kennedy, she saw she had a run in her pantyhose. And to top it off; she forgot to plug in her cell phone the night before and it was dead. Not that it mattered. Chicago had just passed a new law about using cell phones in a car and Cindy left her ear plug at home. The last thing she wanted was some Chicago cop coming up to her and writing her a ticket for being a dumb blonde on a phone, with a huge run on the inside of her pantyhose she knew there was no way to conceal from him. Then her luncheon appointment didn't show. A judge didn't like her argument on one of her cases and made her prove her claim of a prior judicial ruling in a similar case that she knew was weak to begin with. The gym was closed for remodeling and her hair appointment was cancelled due to the illness of the girl she liked that did her hair. In short, she should have rolled over and stayed in bed. The only bright spot in her day was when she was on her way home she took the elevator down to the main floor where the coffee shop was, Jimmy, the new attendant, had her latte waiting and ready for her. He took the five she gave him and told her to have a nice weekend with a smile. Cindy had been stopping off for a latte every day since before this new attendant started working there a couple of weeks before this. She enjoyed it on her drive home. While she knew the new attendant was a college age boy, he was always nice to her and remembered what she wanted without being asked. He normally had it cooled down just the way she liked it when she stepped off the elevator. She would walk up to the stand and he would hand her the cup with a smile. She sipped her latte on the way to the parking garage and sat down in her Lexus. That was the last thing she remembered doing until she woke up in her bed to her alarm on the following Monday morning. The red dress, her slip and bra were on the bed next to her. The panty hose with the run in them were in the trash can near her bed. It was like she came home late, threw her clothes down and went to bed and slept the weekend away. Her whole weekend was gone. She had no clue what she did over the weekend or anything. Her bedroom looked exactly the way it did when she left here Friday morning in a rush. She was wearing the same nightgown she had worn on Thursday night, but different panties. These did not look like hers. She had no idea where they had come from. They were bikini style. She wore briefs. All she knew was that she was stiff and sore all over and felt some minor pain around her waist and genitals. She shook her head and went into her bathroom and took a shower. That whole Monday seemed to go by in a daze to her. She finally snapped out of it when she was working out in the gym. She told Manfred she was sore. He saw she was very tight and set up a massage for her with the therapist after her warm up aerobics. That helped. By the time she went home, she was feeling normal again. She wondered about what she missed over the weekend, but by Wednesday, let it go. What Cindy missed was the opening steps of Doctor Martin Angelo's revenge on her. Doctor Angelo was a very gifted chemist. If he was not such an arrogant ass to work for, he would have made millions of dollars by now. Since he was such an ass, anything any of his employees could do to screw him, they did. A chemical compound Doctor Angelo had discovered almost five years before this played a key role in his revenge. Doctor Angelo found that by combining several different compounds together under higher than normal pressure (five times the normal pressure) he had a clear odorless liquefied substance. One drop on a sugar cube caused a person to totally blank out for a forty-eight hour period. But that's not all it did. While the person's mind was totally blank, they did what ever they were told without question. This was the key to Doctor Angelo's plan for revenge. His victim would pay for her crime against him and not even know about it. Until he was ready for her to know. A Dish Best Served Cold He found a college student that had a gambling problem and was about to have his legs broken by those he owed money to if it was not paid immediately. Doctor Angelo made several promises to him besides paying his debt off. This student went to work in the coffee shop in Cindy's office building and quickly learned who Cindy was and what her normal pattern was. Mainly on Fridays. When Doctor Angelo had everything set up, he gave "Jimmy" a sugar cube with his chemical compound in it and told him to put it in Cindy's Friday going-home latte. Jimmy had been setting her up all the time by putting a regular sugar cube in her latte. She could not detect anything different with this doctored up cup. The drug kicked in just after she sat in her car. She just sat there in a total daze for almost fifteen minutes before Doctor Angelo came up to her drivers door and opened it. "Cynthia, get out and walk around to the passenger side and sit down in the passenger seat," he told her. She slowly got out of the drivers seat, walked around to the passenger seat and sat down in it. Doctor Angelo opened the passenger door for her, put her seat belt on her and closed it after she sat down. Then he walked around and adjusted her driver's seat to fit him and drove her car away. He drove her in near total silence. He told her to slowly finish drinking her latte, and for her to enjoy it. It took him almost an hour to arrive at the condo he had leased out. This condo was in a new building and he was the only resident. After he pulled her car into the garage, and closed the door, he got out and opened her door for her and told her get out and walk inside the house. Once they entered in through the kitchen door, he told her to sit down at the table. After she did, he walked over to her and whispered gently into her ear her next set of instructions. "Cynthia, when I tell you to do so, you will open up your purse, take out your driver's license and put it on the table next to the form. You will pick up the form laying on the table and appear to read it. When I ask you if you agree to the terms of the contract, you will look at me and smile, tell me yes you agree to all of the terms in the contract, put it down on the table top and sign the contract. Do you understand what I just told you to do?" He asked. He was being very gentle and pleasant to her. He had no reason to be mean to her. She was about to make him a lot of money. The best part about it all was she was not going to know she did it. He had also finally figured out that he could get more with being nice to people than he could by being an ass. Being an ass to people is what got him here to begin with. He did pride himself in learning from his past mistakes. "I understand." Cindy said in an unemotional tone of voice. Then he picked up a remote control and turned on the professional model digital camcorder mounted in the corner on the ceiling. When he saw the red "recording" light turn on, he started talking to her. First he told her this was being video taped. He told her to look at the camera and smile and wave. She did that. Then he said that he was in the process of making pornographic movies and still photos and he wanted her to be his porn queen star. He outlined all that she would be doing in the movies in detail and told her if she agreed to all this, which was spelled out in detail in the contract, for her to sign it. Cindy smiled at him, picked up the ink pen and signed her name to the contract laying on the table before her. It was a standard porn model's contract he downloaded off the internet. This was what he needed to legally sell her videos and photos to the internet porn sites. Her signing the contract like this gave him the absolute legal right to do all that he was going to do to her for a long time coming. His plan for revenge was in full swing now. The best part of the plan was she would not know about any of it until it was so far along she could not do anything about it. Then, even if she found out about it, it would be far too late to stop him. His first sale of her videos and photos would take place almost before she was back in her own bed. He turned the camcorder off for his next conversation with her. "Very good Cynthia. I'm very pleased with you. Now then. I am going to tell you some things that you are going to do from now on. Don't think of these as rules, think of them as the way you are going to live for the rest of your life. They are really very simple. I want you to be and act happy all of the time while you are with me. You are enjoying all of this. You have never been happier in your life. I want you to smile always. Do you understand me?" he asked. "Yes. I am happy and I will always smile for you," Cindy said with a large smile. "Very good. You will always call me Lover, or My Love or My True Love when you talk to me. Or some similar nice name. You will always come to me with a smile on your face and kiss me when I enter a room or you enter a room I am in. Or when one of us leaves a room and comes back. That is if you are not on camera working. Do you understand that?" He was keeping this simple for her. "Yes, My Love. I understand." When he finished. She was smiling as she stood up and walked around the table and kissed him full on his lips. "Very good. That was nice. I like you to be nice to me. The last things you need to know right now are that I can touch you at any time, on any part of your body, in any way I like. I am going to make love to your pussy, your ass, your mouth and you are going to smile and open up to me. The most pleasure you get in your life comes from when I make love to you, or when someone I tell you to makes love to you," Doctor Angelo said. He was going very slowly, talking very soothingly to her. He wanted her to remember this, and obey him. "Your pussy will get hotter as we go along. You may cum as often as you can. You will always express this heat you feel in your pussy. You will help in any way asked, you will tell me or the others that you love the way they are touching you, that you want us to make you cum and you will smile when it happens. You will go to and make love to anyone that comes in the room when asked. You will never say no or refuse to make out with anyone. That is what the agreement you signed says you will do. Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes, my love. I understand," she said with a smile. Doctor Angelo noted that as she got used to the chemical in her system, some of the zombie like attitude was clearing up. This had happened in the test subjects he tried it on before. "Good. Now go into the bathroom and freshen your face. Go potty, too. Don't ever shut the bathroom door while you are in there. There is makeup in the bathroom for you to use. I have a list of what makeup I want you to wear for me tonight. Keep it nice. You are a nice girl. I want you to look like a nice girl in the photos. Come back here to me when you are finished. Don't keep me waiting too long," he said in a kind voice. Cindy was still sitting at the table smiling. Cindy got up from the table, came over and kissed him on his lips again and walked into the hallway with the bathroom. Doctor Angelo keyed in the command for the cameras in the bathroom to start. From now on all of the cameras in the bathrooms would automatically turn on when someone came into the room. He would not have to do anything until he took her down stairs into the professional photo studio he had set up. After Doctor Angelo finished with her at the table, he walked over to the living room couch and sat down. Once again he picked up a remote control and turned on a professional set of very high priced, high tech digital video cameras. They fed directly into a large computer system that would give him the ability to record hours upon hours of digital video. He had editing software to make digital photo prints from these videos as well. He had the track lighting system set to give off just the right light in the right way. He was going to enjoy his time with his new money making sex machine. Tonight was his night. He was going to be the first one to cum in her pussy. And everywhere else he could. He had the latter part of her evening planned out as well. She was going to please several people tonight. More than she could dream about. Fifteen minutes later, Cindy came out of the bathroom and into the living room. She was smiling. She walked right over to him and kissed him. He patted the place on the sofa next to him. She understood he wanted her to sit next to him. She was still looking at him smiling as she did. He reached over and ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. She smiled even more at the attention he gave her. He leaned over to her and kissed her lightly on her lips. She had put on the bright red lipstick and gloss. Her lips looked bright red, wet and shinny. It looked great with her red suit. He bent down to her ear and whispered gently to her so only she could hear him, not the recording devices. "You are the sexiest girl in the world. You turn me on very much. I want you to get more excited each time I touch you. I want you to show your excitement. I want you so hot you cum. I want you to get so turned on that you cum again and again. Do you understand me?" "Oh yes! Oh my Love!" she said. She was having trouble keeping her legs together now. Doctor Angelo kissed her full on her lips. Then he pulled her close to him in a tight embrace. She came willingly to him. She held on to him and started to kiss him back and became very excited. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As he did so she was pushing her chest out at him. She was rubbing her tits into his hands. She was getting hotter and hotter each second. "I think you would like to stand up and do a strip for me, wouldn't you?" He said lying back away from her. She pouted for just a second when he quit touching her, but quickly smiled and told him she would love to get naked for him. Cindy stood up and moved out into the center of the living room. He touched a button on the remote and the music changed from the romantic to something closer suited to a bump and grind. Cindy smiled at the change in the music and started to move around to it. First, she slowly took off her red suit coat. All the while, she was licking her lips and running her hands up and down her sides and front. Every once in a while she would grab her ass and squeeze it. Then she unzipped her skirt. She started to swivel her hips around and her skirt gently started to slide down over her hips. She undid the cuffs of her blouse. And then started on the buttons on her blouse. She was doing this as if she had done it many times before. Actually, she had. She liked to do this in front of her mirror at home in her bed room. She had even done it in this suit! After Cindy got all the buttons undone, she shrugged out of her blouse and pushed her skirt the rest of the way down her legs and bent over while she slowly picked up one foot after the other to step out of it. This showed him the top part of her tits, which were bouncing up and down to the beat of the music. She was looking right at him with a very sexy smile the whole time she was stripping for him. While she was still bent over like this, she slowly drew first the right shoulder strap of her bra down her arm, then her left one. She pulled her arms out of the straps. She was bouncing her tits around to the music. Then she reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. Bent over the way she was, her bra fell to the floor on top of her skirt. She was only in her panty hose and panties now. Doctor Angelo could see the front of her panties were soaking wet. They were under her pantyhose. He didn't know if she had cum or was just so wet she was gushing out her pussy juice. He didn't care which it was. He was so hot now his cock hurt him. It was pushed up in his underwear. It was time to get his cock in her. And as soon as possible. "Very nice, Cindy." She was still moving around in her panties. "Drop your pantyhose and panties to the floor," he said. She did so. "Now get down on your hands and knees," she did so. "With only your teeth pick up the crouch of your panties and bring them to me. Stay on your hands and knees." She lowered her head and picked up the wet part of her panties and then crawled to him on her hands and knees. Like she was an obedient dog. When she arrived, he patted her on her head and told her to keep her panties in her mouth. Then to take off his pants and underwear. She undid his belt, then his pants and pulled them down his legs. They could both see his bulging cock in his boxer shorts. She pulled his boxer shorts down and his cock sprang to life as a long straight pole. Cindy looked longingly at his cock. She was sucking on her panties. It was clear she was excited by seeing his cock. His cock was larger than most men's cocks. It was almost ten inches long and almost three inches wide. "Take your panties out of your mouth and stuff them inside your pussy. Stuff them all the way inside you so none of them hangs out," he told her. She dropped them into her hand and reached back and stuffed her hot wet box with her panties. It took her a full minute to finger push them all the way inside herself. She gasped several times at the feeling of them inside her pussy. "Now close your legs and start rubbing your pussy lips together with your legs. I want you to feel your panties rubbing the inside your wet pussy. Don't stop until you are told to do so. Understand me?" He said. Cindy was so hot now she could only moan and nod her head. "Keep that up and start licking from my ankle up my leg to my balls." Cindy did so and when she got to his balls popped one into her mouth. Doctor Angelo reached down and pulled her up to his face. She was looking right in his face. "You are doing a wonderful job of pleasing me, Cynthia. Now I am going to tell you how you will suck every cock from now on. First, you suck it and lick on it a little. Most of the time you will have the cock in your mouth sucking on it. You will suck the cock all the way into your mouth until you spread your lips around the very base of the cock. My cock is so big it will take you some time to learn how to properly please me by doing this. You will only suck cocks with your lips, not your hands. Your hands will be either spreading your own ass apart, playing with your pussy or tits or around your lover pulling yourself closer to him, or supporting yourself on the floor. Do you understand that?" He asked. Cindy was so hot and turned on by the stimulation in her pussy that she could not speak. All she could do was moan and thrash around. She nodded her head. "Good. The final part is your lover will decide where he is going to cum in you at. He may choose your mouth, your pussy or your ass. Or anywhere else he wants, like on your face, or tits or ass, or even in your hair. You will never stop him from doing any or all of them." Doctor Angelo was taking this very slowly, to make sure she understood her orders. "When he cums in your mouth, you will hold him outside your mouth with your mouth wide open. Hold his cock three to four inches away from your face. You will let him spurt inside your mouth for the first part of his cum. Then you will raise his cock so it cums some on your face. You will always keep your mouth open and try to aim his cock to spurt inside it. Take what you can but let the rest dribble out of your mouth onto your tits. Always remember this is being recorded on camera for millions of your faithful fans to watch and jack off too. You are putting on a show for them. You want them as turned on as can be by how sexy and slutty you are. "When he is finished cumming on your face, you will lick off his cock and clean it up with your mouth and tongue. Suck out any cum left in his cock. Then ask him to scoop his cum off your face so you can lick it off his fingers. You do not have to ask me to do this. I will do it each time you suck my cock. You will make love to his fingers as if they are his cock. Do you understand all this?" He asked again. "Yes Lover! Yes I understand! Please cum in me My Love! Please shoot your cum in me somewhere! I want your cum in me so bad I could die!" She said in a gush. "Certainly my dear. Suck my cock the way I told you to do. Always look in the face of the man you are sucking off, and smile, if your mouth is not full. In the end when I am about to cum you can hold onto my cock with your hands," he said sitting back in the sofa. Cindy put her head down into his lap and went wild on his cock. She did a better job of taking him inside her mouth than any other woman he had ever used before. Several times she choked on him. His cock was so big; she could only get about half of his cock in her mouth. She was trying; she just could not do it. Yet. Doctor Angelo was so hot that not too long after she started sucking on him, he came. Cindy did just what she was told to do. She let him cum first in her mouth, then pulled him out and let him cum first more in her mouth, then on her face. Her face was nicely covered with white creamy cum. When he was about done, she started sucking him again. All the while she was sucking on his cock; she was moving her now soaking wet panties around inside her pussy. Doctor Angelo knew she had cum herself several times, but did not know just how times she did cum. He really didn't care. This was about him, not her. Doctor Angelo slowly wiped the cum off her face and fed it too her on his fingers. Her eyes never left his face as he did this. "Very good, Cynthia. I am very pleased with you. Now then I want you to follow me into the bathroom. Come behind me on your hands and knees. You are going to be on them anyway so there is no use you standing up," he said to her as he got up off the sofa and walked naked into the bathroom. Cindy followed him dutifully on her hands and knees. He sat down on the stool and started to take a dump. He also pissed while he was sitting there. Cindy rose up and kissed him on his lips when he sat down. "I think you should be playing with those wonderful tits, Cindy. They look lonely from here," he said to her. She instantly sat up and started playing with her tits. She was still moving her ass around, stimulating her pussy. Next he bent over the stool and told her to lick his ass clean. Make sure she stuck her tongue deep up his ass to get it really clean. He had not cleaned himself off. Cindy put her face into his ass and spread his cheeks apart with her fingers, and started to lick and eat out his ass. He felt her tongue go as far into his ass as it could and her lick him all over back there. He knew this was all being caught on tape. Despite the good job of blowing him she did, this was the real personal payback he wanted from her. Her licking out his ass. He smiled at this. This was only the beginning of her time with him. He had much more planned for her. She was going to fuck her way into making him rich. When he finished, he stood up in front of her. He placed his cock in her face. Without question or hesitation, she took his cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. When she did so, a little bit of the piss he had not gotten out came out in her mouth. She just kept sucking on him and swallowed it down without blinking her eyes. He got hard from looking at her sucking on his cock. He could see their reflection in the mirror. He turned her around and bent her over the vanity wash basin. He pulled out her panties and stuck his cock in her pussy. He was very gentle with her. He barely stuck his cock inside her. Just the head. He was so turned on, he felt he was going to cum and pushed his cock all the way inside her pussy with one huge push. She was super wet but had never had a cock this big in her pussy before. She gasped and came again. Her pussy nearly squeezed his cock to death she convulsed so hard on it. He pulled out of her and turned her around on her knees again. She quickly grasped what was happening and opened her mouth to him. He held his cock up to her mouth. She took it right in. A Dish Best Served Cold After she licked his cock clean, he had her wash up for the next part of her evening. He told her to redo her makeup and to look super sexy for him. Then she was to come back wearing the sheer pink baby doll style camisole, tiny pink thong panties and the furry pink slippers he left for her on the bed in the bedroom. While she was doing this he called in a delivery order for Chinese. He had checked with several of the area places and found one that used 18 to 19 year old young college students for delivery boys. Careful conversation with one of them led him to choose this place to order from. Cindy returned to the living room before the meal was delivered. She walked up to him with a smile and kissed him on his lips. She also rubbed her tits up against his chest. She had a gleam in her eye as well. He thought she was really enjoying this! Good! That meant she would put herself into it and make him even more money. "You look very nice, Cindy. I ordered Chinese for us. Go into the kitchen and set out plates and silver on the table. When you have done that, come back in the living room," he said. Cindy kissed him again and walked into the kitchen. He heard her looking through the cabinets for the plates and such. Just before she finished, the front doorbell rang. Doctor Angelo walked over and opened the front door. Just as he expected, Tom a pimple faced 18 year old first year college student was waiting there with his order. "Hi Mr. Thomas. I have your order, sir. It's $16.50," Tom told him. "Great! Come on in Tom. I want you to meet my guest. Cindy, come on out here," Doctor Angelo said. He had set up everything to do with this house under the name John Thomas. That's how he was going to be known here. Not under his real name. Doctor Angelo took the food from him just as Cindy walked into the living room wearing her very sheer and see through camisole and miniscule panties. She was smiling at both of them and went over and kissed Doctor Angelo on his lips. She looked at Tom, and waited to be told what to do. This was a new situation for her. "Sit down for a minute, Tom," Doctor Angelo said pointing to the sofa. He could see not only the look of shock on Tom's face, but the instant bulge in his pants. "Ah, Cindy, why don't you sit down and take care of our guest while I get his money for him," Doctor Angelo said. Then he walked into the kitchen and left them alone in the living room. He checked the status lights and saw the video camera system was turned on. Doctor Angelo watched in a monitor while Cindy crawled up into Tom's lap. She was licking her lips when she bent over, put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on his lips. It was a fully passionate kiss. It was clear from Tom's reaction that he didn't know what to do. He had never had this happen before to him, except in his dreams. That was okay. Cindy knew what to do. While she was kissing him she ran her hands all over his chest, then down his abdomen to his pants. Got off him and knelt beside the sofa. She unbuckled his belt then undid the snap on his blue jeans. She pulled them down and off him before he even realized what was going on. His cock was not that large but it was tenting up his white cotton briefs. Cindy pulled those down and off his legs and his cock sprang right up to attention. "Oh yes! You have a nice cock! I can't wait to taste it!" Cindy told him while she was looking at his face and licking her lips. Cindy skillfully spread his legs apart and got down on her hands and knees and crawled up between his legs. She licked up his inner thigh from his knee up to his balls, and then started to lick his cock. After two full length licks on the side of his cock, she slid his whole cock deep into her mouth. Because he was not nearly as large as Doctor Angelo, Cindy was able to take his whole cock into her mouth at once. Cindy was looking up at his face the whole time. His expression fueled her on even more. Tom was in total sensory overload. He had never done more than kiss a girl before in his life. That had only been on her cheek. He had never even seen a girl's tits, other than his sisters when he snuck a peek at her one time when she left her door cracked open slightly. He had never touched a girl in a sexual manner. Now one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen was sucking his cock for all she was worth! And she liked it! It took him all of thirty seconds to cum. When he first started to cum, Cindy took the first spurt in her mouth, then pulled his cock out and let him cum on her face. When she did that, he came twice as hard. He watched as she held his cock about four inches from her face and directed his stream of cum right into her open mouth. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was kneeling between his legs, his cock in her hand, with his cum dripping all down her face and in her mouth. She made a show of licking her lips and swallowing his cum. Then she asked him to finger his cum off her face so she could lick it off his fingers. He sat there and couldn't move. Cindy gently took his hand in hers and used it to wipe off some of his cum and then she sucked his finger deep into her mouth. She did this three times before he got the idea. It was then that Doctor Angelo came back into the room. "Well, I see Cindy is treating you right, Tom. Cindy, if you are finished, I have your food on your plate for you. If it is not hot enough for you, pop it in the microwave. But Tom still has a small drip on his cock you need to clean off, before you go eat something besides his cum," Doctor Angelo said with a chuckle in his voice. Cindy bent over and took Tom's whole cock in her mouth again, then licked all around it. She rose up, paused, bent over and kissed him passionately on his lips again before she left. All this was done with a genuine smile. Tom's eyes never left her as she walked out of the room, wiggling her ass all the way. "All right, Tom. Here's the deal." Doctor Angelo said sitting down next to him. "I'm making porn movies and photos here with Cindy. You told me you are a geek and have a bit of a problem with getting the ladies to pay attention to you. How do you like Cindy?" he asked with a knowing smile. "Oh God Sir! She's Great!" Tom gushed right out. "Yeah, I know. I'm teaching her what to do. So you know I grew up much like you have, striking out with girls all the time. Here's the deal. I don't want bored professional actors in my videos. They stink. I want guys just like you. You told me you don't have a girl. If you want, you do now. She is sitting in there eating what you brought us. She is your dream girl. You come in and she fucks and sucks you with all her heart, and then you leave. You don't have to play any games. No costs for movies, no games or hopes of getting laid at the end of the night. You get laid right away and leave. You game?" Doctor Angelo asked with a questioning look on his face. "Hell Yes! What do I have to do?" Tom said. "Simple. I want you to find me about ten or a dozen different guys. To put a word on it, I want nerds like you. Guys that always strike out with the girls. You all have to be at least 18 years old and can prove it with a photo ID card. No druggies, no alcoholics, no one spaced out. I want nice guys like you. I'm going to be here about one weekend a month from now on. I will need guys here one at a time for about an hour the first session, and then we will take if from there. I want all kinds of guys. I mean Whites, Blacks, Hispanics and Orientals, you name it. They have to be clean. No one right from a football game or wrestling match. That's important. I really want geeks, not the guys that always get the girls. Screw them for a change. "So you know what you will be getting for your time, you will be fucking Cindy in her pussy, her ass and her mouth. You will get the best head you could ask for. None of this will ever be seen here in this country. It's all going overseas. Needless to say, everyone has to keep their mouths shut about this, too." Doctor Angelo gave Tom a twenty to cover the cost of the meal and sent him back to work. Tom got off work at 12:30 am. He was going to come back then. Until that time, Cindy was going to pose in several different outfits for him. The money he paid for the professional equipment was going to save him hours of time. Cindy only had to stand or sit or lay on the bed, the table or whatever and slowly go through the motions of stripping or baring herself. The video system recorded it all live, and then high quality digital still photos could be made instantly by the computer. During this weekend he would get enough so he could make thousands of high quality digital photos of her having sex and posing nude and partially nude. Cindy in living color, fucking and sucking her way to fame would be on several pay sites on the Internet before she even made it home to her own bed. Free teaser samples would be in all the free sites as well. She would have her own pay site within two weeks. That was in production and would go up when they had the material to put in it. The computer geek that set this up for him even put in something he always wanted from a porn site, but no one had. A subscriber request box. Paid subscribers could make a request to have Cindy perform any act they wanted to see her do; she would do it and email it to back them. Personalized. She would tell the camera who this was for before she did it. The box said these had to be non-harmful things. No blood or gore would be honored. That one feature was going to move subscriptions along faster than anything else. Requests would flood in. All for a very reasonable per request extra fee. It was Just after Tom from the Chinese restaurant left, that Jimmy the coffee shop attendant showed up. To keep this going he had to work a full shift at the coffee shop. That was one of the keys to this operation working. Jimmy had to feed her the drug about once a month to get her to cooperate. Doctor Angelo found in his prior (unauthorized) human testing that giving this to someone more than once every two weeks could cause serious mental problems. He did not want to risk that with her. She was too important to him to damage needlessly. If she lost her job, she would not be at the coffee shop when he needed her. Besides that, one photo session a month was all they could process, even with the high tech equipment. Jimmy was not only going to be filmed having sex with her, he was going to be the one that directed her actions for most of the still photo shoots. But first, in keeping with his new attitude of keeping his employees happy, Doctor Angelo was going to give Jimmy his first perk. "Hi Jimmy. Go ahead and sit down on the sofa. Cindy is in putting on a fresh face. When she finishes doing that, let's just say I think you will enjoy it." Doctor Angelo said. Jimmy sat down and looked around the living room. This was his first time here. He knew some cameras had been added in the downstairs area, but he had no idea the number or locations of the cameras in the place. He had not been told a whole lot about what was going on. That would happen while Cindy was taking a warm soaking bath. After she welcomed him to the studio properly, that is. "Ah! Cindy! It seems we have another visitor! I think you know Jimmy. Why don't you welcome him to our place in your own way," Doctor Angelo said to her. Then he walked out into the kitchen to give them some privacy. Or seem too. He was going to watch everything on the monitor again. Just like he had when she was with Tom. Jimmy took one look at her, dressed in the pink camisole, pink thong panties and pink furry slippers and his jaw just dropped. While Jimmy had a steady girl that he regularly fucked, he still reacted in much the same way Tom had. Cindy glided over the floor to the sofa and sat down on his lap. She was smiling all the way. When she sat down, she said, "Hi Jimmy." Then she leaned over and kissed him on his lips. She pressed her tits up against him while she did it, then snaked her arms around his head and pulled him closer. They started to kiss and were squirming around on the sofa when Jimmy came out of his shock and started to play with her tits through the camisole. Cindy was starting to get hot. She had her legs apart and was rubbing her pussy on his leg. Jimmy went from kissing her to sucking on her tits. He lowered his hand to her pussy and started to rub it over her thong panties. "Oh Yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Cindy said. With that said, Jimmy pushed the fabric of her panties out of the way and started to rub and tease her pussy lips. Cindy spread her legs wider apart for him and was making love to his mouth with her tongue. Jimmy pushed her down on her back on the sofa and climbed between her legs. He pulled her thong off and started to throw it on the floor. Cindy reached down with her hand and grabbed them from him. She put the wet crotch part right in her mouth. Cindy had one leg hung over the back of the sofa and the other over the edge of the sofa. Her pussy was wide open for Jimmy. Her panties were hanging out of her mouth. This looked so hot! Jimmy almost came right then! Jimmy lay right between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. He started to lick it for all he was worth. Cindy went wild with this. She had her head thrown back, panties hanging out of her mouth, her hands squeezing her tits and he legs spread as wide apart as she could get them. When he started to lick and suck on her clit, she went wilder yet. "Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Keep it up! Don't Stop! Keep it up! I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Then she could only lay back and moan. Jimmy kept up his assault on her pussy. He was rewarded several times with her gushing cum out of her pussy at him. They both got very wet. Jimmy's own cock was more than ready to explode. Without missing a beat, he pushed his pants and under shorts down and off his legs. He stoked his cock a few times, then knelt between her legs. Cindy was lost in bliss and had her eyes closed. While Jimmy was not hung like Doctor Angelo was, his cock was still larger than most men's. It was about 8 inches long and two inches wide. Jimmy knew that as wet as Cindy was, he could ram it right inside her in one big push. He lined himself up on her pussy, and then he literally dove straight inside her. He slid all the way into the hilt on his first thrust. "OH MY GOD!" Cindy cried. Her eyes popped open and her head came up off the sofa and she had a shocked look on her face. This was the second largest cock she had ever had in her pussy before in her life. Only the Doctor's earlier was larger. She came again as well. Jimmy just started to ram his cock in and out of her like a pile driver. Cindy closed her legs around him and tried to pull him even deeper inside her with her ankles. She was still wearing the pink slippers while he fucked her. At one point, Jimmy took her legs in his arms and put her feet over his shoulders. He could get into her deeper this way. She reached up with her arms and grabbed him and tried to pull him inside her with her hands as well. "God you're tight Cindy! I've never had a piece of ass so tight as you are!" Jimmy said to her as he pumped away inside her. It was not long before Jimmy started to cum inside her pussy. She was so wet and had so much fluid coming out of her pussy that some of the cum was pushed out with it. Jimmy just tightened his whole body up and pushed as deep into her as he could. Finally, since he was spent and worn out, Jimmy just pulled out of her and rolled off of her. Cindy lay there and recovered for a minute, and just before Doctor Angelo was about to come into the room, Cindy crawled off the couch and went down and grabbed his cock in her hands. Cindy started to gently suck and lick on his cock. Doctor Angelo became aware that she was cleaning it off. They were both laying on the floor now. She was rubbing the head of Jimmy's cock against her cheek with her eyes closed, but she had cleaned it off as well. Both of them were just laying there now with their eyes closed. Cindy had his cock closed tight in her fist, with the head against her cheek. Her head was on his thigh. Jimmy had his hand rubbing her right breast. She is going to make me a millionaire many times over if she keeps fucking like that, Doctor Angelo thought to himself. He had been so turned on watching them fuck that he had dropped his pants and jacked off watching them. He came in his empty coffee cup. After giving them a few more minutes to recover, Doctor Angelo picked up the coffee cup with his cum in it, and walked out into the living room. He walked up to Cindy, nudged her with his knee and when she looked up, startled; he put his cock next to her face. Cindy looked up at him, smiled and started to suck on his cock. When she had cleaned him off, he dumped the contents of the coffee cup (his cum) onto Jimmy's abdomen. Jimmy jerked at that, and looked up at him. Cindy saw what was on Jimmy's belly and started to lick it up. "Cynthia, when you finish licking my cum off of Jimmy's belly, have him scoop up the cum running down your leg. You know where it goes. So does the cum that dripped on the carpet. Then both of you go clean up. Cynthia, I want you take a long hot soaking bubble bath and redo your face. You've earned the hot sudsy bath. Stay in the tub for at least an hour. Jimmy, use the shower in the downstairs bathroom, and then come back up. We need to discuss what's going to happen next while she is in her bath." When Jimmy finished taking his shower, Doctor Angelo told him what he was going to be doing from then on, besides getting her doctored coffee to her. They had to set up the studio for when she got out of the tub. Jimmy was going to be doing most of the work with her in the regular studio taking the still shots and poses with her. He was also going to be directing the boys that would be her co-stars. They would set everything up with him. Tom, the first one would be here around 1 AM when he got off work. Doctor Angelo told Jimmy to let the guys do what ever they wanted to her. Make sure they fucked her in both her pussy and her ass and that she licked them clean every time they did. Take it slow with the guys. They had plenty of time to do all this. Most of the best stuff would come while they were inexperienced. When they got too good, he might replace them with new meat. "Incidentally. I'm going to have her pay you for directing this. Every time she gets coffee from you from now on she is going to give you a hundred dollar bill. Keep the change. I suggest that you keep some fives in your pocket and put those in the till and the hundred in your pocket. It's the least she can do for you getting her laid so often," Doctor Angelo said with a laugh. Why not have her pay him! Doctor Angelo thought. Jimmy knew Doctor Angelo as John Thomas as well as the boys. That way, when the time was right, Doctor Angelo could disappear with all the money without a trace. Tom came back to the house and Jimmy had Tom take Cindy in the studio bed. Cindy was truly a star. She took Tom slowly and sensually. When Doctor Angelo reviewed the film later, he realized that this was some of the best sex video tape ever made. His using inexperience young studs was part of what was going to make this pay. The bitch is going to make me richer than I ever dreamed. In the end, I may even take her over to the Middle East and sell her to one of the sheiks. When they see what this blonde bitch can do, they will start a bidding war for her. That would be the ultimate payback. My formula got stolen and sold, let her get sold into slavery, too! They took Cynthia home later after dark on Sunday evening. She had been well used over the weekend. She had not had that much sleep, but they rested her quite a bit. The only men she was taken by were Doctor Angelo, Tom and Jimmy. Jimmy had a good session with her ass on Sunday morning, and several others as well. She screamed really nice for him, but was soon telling him "Deeper, Deeper! Please cum deep in my ass!" A Dish Best Served Cold Doctor Angelo was going to use the time before her next session to edit the films taken of her, start selling it and getting her co-stars ready for her. He had already contacted several websites to let them know there was a new star on film. He had sent full length sample movies of her out to over fifty places. He had a list of over two hundred more. Half of these were in the United States. His final thought on the weekend was: "My, how much sweeter revenge is when it is served cold!" A Dish Best Served Cold Brother and sister twins scheme to save their father's business from a crook, and discover they're in love. Sis shows up nearly nude at her wedding. More to follow. Votes and comments always welcome. Signed comments answered. Jb7 * It was late Wednesday afternoon. Lee Brock closed the drawer on the file cabinet just as Pete Adams, his partner in the small engineering consulting firm stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Lee, you coming out with us for a drink before we hit the lanes?" "Not tonight, Pete. My twin sister called last night to tell me she's coming to spend the week with me. You've been gone all day or I would have warned you sooner. Max's getting married next weekend, so I'll be gone until a week from Monday. I've spent the day getting everything caught up or temporarily reassigned. If you need me, phone, but I expect you won't miss me, too much. " "Bullshit! If you're gone, who'm I gonna order around?" "Everyone else. I gotta be crazy, leaving you a clear field with Rosa. You two will probably be engaged by the time I get back," Lee grinned, referring to the hot new Latina they had just hired as a receptionist. Pete returned the grin. "I think I like your sister a whole lot more, and I never even knew you had a twin." "And until she's married, horndog, you won't meet her," Lee answered. "Oops, I gotta get out of here. Her plane lands in half an hour. Don't mess things up too much while I'm gone. See you in a couple of weeks." The plane was on time. When Lee first saw Max, short for Maxine, he couldn't believe how thin and tired she looked. As soon as she was within reach, he swept his sister up in a bear hug, to which she responded with a loud sniffle. He stepped back and was about to ask why when she shook her head and simply said, "Later. Take me home." Lee lived about a twenty minute drive from the airport, on the south eastern edge of the small Iowa city he called home. During the drive, Max ignored the seatbelt and sat cuddled up to him, her legs folded under her, Lee's right arm around her shoulder. On the way, he phoned his favorite Chinese restaurant and ordered some mildly spiced orange beef and steamed rice for two to be delivered. He had just finished putting Max's bags in the guest room when the food arrived. By the time he had it set up on the kitchen table, Max came out of the bathroom in her robe, looking marginally better. She walked up to him and gave him a bear hug similar to the one he had given her in the airport. "Thank you for letting me come for such a long visit on so little notice. I really appreciate it." "I didn't know I had a choice," he replied with a grin. "In truth, you didn't," she answered somberly, looking up at him, "but thanks anyway." Still sensing something was wrong, Lee decided to let Max tell him about it in her own way. "So, who's the lucky guy, and what's the hurry in getting married? Did Dad have to break out his shotgun?" Instead of being shocked or insulted by the question, which she recognized as her brother's twisted way of putting her at ease, she laughed. "Don wishes. Shit, I haven't even let the bastard kiss me yet. I've told you about him, I think; Don 'the man with Vaseline hair' Pieters, Dad's executive vice-president in charge of sales." She turned away from her twin and sat at the table. Lee took his place opposite her. "You gotta be shittin' me, Max. That oily son of a bitch? You said you can't stand to be in the same room as him. Why?" "You've been selling your stock in Dad's business, haven't you? In dribs and dabs, but almost half of what he gave you, right? How much did it go for?" "Well, yeah. Every couple of months, my broker would call and tell me there was an OTC bid for a hundred or a hundred and a half a share for the common stock. I guess I've sold about a hundred shares or so over the past six months. But Brian said it was always to a different company. I thought some investors were buying it because it was so solid." "Well, it was oily Don. Over the past year and a half, he's accumulated enough so he owns or controls proxies totaling 50.5 per cent of the voting stock in Dad's company. And that's not the worst. "He bragged to me, privately, of course, that he has rigged the books so that it looks like Dad has been siphoning money out of the company for his personal use, to the tune of nearly a hundred thousand dollars. If I don't marry him, he will force an audit, sending Dad to prison. "Which brings me to one of the reasons I'm here. The bastard also blackmailed my OB/GYN to get access to my medical records. Seems good doctor Mike was involved in a hit and run DUI right after he got out of med school." She paused to take a drink. "Anyhoo, Don found out I'm still a virgin, and vowed he'd make short shrift of it on our wedding night." Her face hardened, and her voice began to rasp. "If I have to, before I let him anywhere near my cunt, I'll walk into a biker bar and offer my cherry to the dirtiest motherfucker in the place," she hissed, biting the words out. Softly, almost as a whisper, she added, "I'm hoping you won't make me do that,". Lee's chopstick load of beef stopped in mid-air as he looked at his twin, not believing what he thought he heard. "What? What do you mean?" "I will not give that motherfucking, cocksucking, son of an asshole anything resembling a chance at taking my cherry. If you won't do it for me, then I'll have to find someone else. But I'd rather it was you. "If I have to get fucked, so be it; but I'd rather have you make love to me for my first time, and as many more as we can squeeze in before we have to fly back. Can you, will you do that for me, Lee? Please? "Shit! Look at me!" She pounded her fists on her thighs, her voice breaking. "I'm practically begging my brother to fuck me! Goddam that son of a bitch bastard!" She broke into sobs, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. In a flash, Lee was at her side, holding her, her face in his shoulder. "Shhh, Max; it's alright. What ever you need, of course, I'll help. C'mon," he said lifting her, cradled in his arms, "lets get more comfortable." He carried her into the living room, to sit on the couch, holding her on his lap. "Are you sure you want me..." Her emphatic nod cut off his question. Her eyes bored into his. Although she was speaking softly, there was a hard sense of purpose in her voice. "I don't give a shit about it being incest! There isn't anyone else I want or trust. I don't want you to just take my virginity, I also want you to get me pregnant. And the last time we make love before the wedding, I want you to leave hickeys and bites all over my boobs, my ass and my pussy." She broke eye contact for a second, then looked back at him. "And I want you to come home and go to work for us. That way you can be around to make sure 'you' get me pregnant," she said, emphasizing the you. Lee didn't answer her, directly. He continued to sit and hold her on his lap as she recounted how Don had approached her and revealed their father's danger; how she had spent nearly two weeks verifying the situation and looking for a way out it. She had even hired a friend, an independent accountant, to repeat her work. He had advised her to take her story to the police, but, when Max pointed out that it was her father who would likely go to prison, agreed to keep silent. Max straightened up to look at her brother. "There's something else I need your help with. I want to ruin him. I am going to resign from my job as of the day we return from the honeymoon, but I've already put through the paperwork to hire you, at a significant raise by the way, as VP of engineering. "You need to find a way to run the business into the ground, and still leave enough so we can recover when he's gone. Like a phoenix." She leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips. "And while you are doing that, I'm going to be spending his money like it's going out of style, with nothing to show for it. What say you, brother?" Without answering her, Lee slid his hand up the back of her leg and began to poke and tickle the ass cheek within easy reach. With a combination laugh and sigh of exasperation, Max batted at his hand, asking "What in hell do you think you're doing..." Lee looked at his sister with a grin. "Choosing my first piece." Max's eyes flew open as her laugh sounded with a whoop. Her arms flew around her brother's neck as her lips closed on his. Lee pulled his face from his sister's quim and moved up to kiss her on the lips, letting her taste herself for the first time. He flopped down on the bed beside her, leaning on one elbow while his other hand gently played with her untrimmed thatch. With a smile that spelled delighted, he slipped his middle finger into her dampness, and said, just above a whisper, "I've wanted to do this since our fifteenth birthday." Max smiled back, with a faint blush. "So have I. Do you remember that night..." "Gawd, yes. That was the first time I saw you nude since we stopped taking baths together when we were, what, three, four?" His hand stopped moving and gently cupped her mound and vulva. "You were so beautiful...I just wanted to...hold you, kiss you, love you...thinking about it felt so right, and so wrong." "And turned you on. I remember seeing you in the mirror and watching your towel grow," she said with a grin. "I was so shocked, and intrigued at the same time, wondering what you looked like. And I wanted the same things you did, except I felt like there was something wrong with me because I wanted to make love with my brother. That was why I began to pull away and get some friends of my own." "I saw what you were doing; I figured it was just you growing up and sort of copied you, going out for sports and band and stuff." His hand began to spiderwalk up her abdomen, headed for the sensitive underside of her breasts. "I never did get over wanting to be with you. My best friend in college, when I got engaged to Sarah, told me it would never work because she wasn't my type. He pointed out she was a short, bubbly, blonde cheerleader type, not the tall, willowy, blue-eyed, bookish brunette I usually went for. When I thought about what he had said, I realized every other girl I had seriously dated looked like you." "What happened with Sarah?" "A couple of weeks before the wedding, we were at someone's birthday party, and I spent the whole evening on a couch talking to some other guy's date; she was the tall, willowy..." "Me?" Max asked, smiling. "Uh huh. Sarah gave me back the ring that night. She said she wasn't mad, she just couldn't compete with someone who was obviously still a very strong ghost." "And since then?" "There have been a couple of serious, well half serious, affairs, no pun intended. But after Sarah, I took a long look at what I wanted and didn't think it was possible, so I've adopted the happy bachelor life style. How about you?" "Nothing as interesting as you. I'm sure you heard my nickname in high school, Miss Icy Hands. It didn't help that the first night I parked with a guy at the ball field, Dad's friend, Zeke, was on patrol and checked our car. Without thinking about it, I called him Uncle Zeke, like we always did... "So, that's how Arnie knew. Some junior was hassling me in the locker room after gym one day because I wouldn't let him copy my test. Arnie Davis interrupted him to ask if the police chief was really my uncle. Nobody ever tried to hassle me again." "Or get fresh with me." Her right hand caught his hand and pressed it to her breast, while her left reached out and grabbed his staff. "Speaking of which, I'm ready, and it looks like you are, too. It's time to get the unpleasant part of this over. How are we going to do it?" "Easiest on you is for you to be on top, controlling the speed and pressure," Lee said, rolling onto his back, pulling her with him so she lay on top of him. "I see," she said with a smile. "That way, if it hurts, I get the blame, huh?" "Well, it is your idea. I'm just here for the ride," he said, laughing, but with a look of concern in his eyes. By today's standards, twenty-six was late to still be a virgin. He had been shocked by her revelation earlier. He couldn't even think of any other women who were possibly still virgin at that age. Hell, even their maternal grandmother freely admitted she had gotten pregnant at eighteen, at one of the numerous rock concerts she had attended during the mid-sixties, and didn't have any idea who their mother's father had been. Max slid down his rod, moaning slightly, echoed by Lee. When they ran into the impediment, their eyes opened and their gazes locked. "Hold still," he told her. He raised his hips, pushing his rod into her, stretching the hymen slightly. He retracted his hips a little, then quickly thrust them upwards, driving through the thin tissue. Max yelped with the sharp pain and collapsed on his chest, as they both registered the fact that he was fully imbedded in her. She raised her head and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you, brother. Just so you know, even if you were married, and I wasn't being coerced into marriage, I would have asked you to do this. I decided that day I wanted you to be my first lover." "I love you, too, Max," he said, tenderly. "More than I realized until just now." She smiled and they kissed again, like lovers kiss. Soon they were moving on/in each other, leading to the inevitable desirable conclusion. After their mutual climax, they fell asleep. In the morning, Max was roused by Lee kissing and sucking on her nipples, accompanied by an almost unbearable pressure in her bladder. She pulled his face up for a kiss and then pushed him away to hurry to the bathroom. Lee followed her and stepped into the shower where he released his morning water while he turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm. As soon as her bladder was empty, Max joined her brother. Grabbing the soap, he lathered up the washcloth and began running it over her back while he kept his other hand nicely filled with one of her BB sized breasts. When it came time to soap her back cheeks, he laid the cloth over her shoulder and applied his soapy hand to cleaning her butt and crack. While Lee soaped up her ass, Max grabbed the cloth, still quite soapy, and began to wash his pubes and nutsack. When they were sufficiently sudsy, she returned the cloth to her shoulder and began to wash Lee's cock with her hands, stroking and caressing it, pushing the foreskin back to reveal his crown, which she gently stroked, with the expected result. She turned him into the shower stream to rinse and then turned him back so she was protected from the running water. She dropped to her knees and took hold of his cock with both hands, just covering the shaft. "Wow," she said, "almost eight inches, and nicely thick. Impressive, brother. "I've never done what I'm about to try, so if I do something wrong, or inadvertently hurt you, let me know right away. Okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she slipped her mouth over the crown of his prick and pushed her head forward until she felt it against the back of her mouth. Instead of withdrawing, she held it there, caressing all of the male member she could reach with her tongue. Lee stood it for as long as he could. "Max, I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop." He looked down into her laughing eyes, seeing the smile turning up the corners of her mouth around his dick. She pulled back until just the crown was in her mouth, applying suction all the way. With a final caress of her tongue, she released him, only to immediately push back onto his cock, all the way down to his pubes. Looking down, he saw her nose buried in his curlies. The sight was too much for his climax control center. His seed boiled up from his sac, through his shaft and down his sister 's gullet. As he spewed, she pulled back, collecting the final blasts on her tongue, her delight evident in her eyes and smile. "Mmmmm," was all she said. Lee bent down to pull her to her feet. "For someone who never did that before, you did very well." "The internet," she replied, with a smile. "It has these great instructional videos, from all over the world, showing how to do that, and some other fun-looking stuff." Lee grinned in reply. "Anything strike your fancy?" "Later, horny, I mean honey," she laughed. "In spite of your intimate donation to my breakfast, I could eat a horse. Remember, we didn't have any supper last night. What have you got to feed us?" "We can use the leftovers from last night and make an omelette or fritatta. Or, if you'd rather, there are pancakes or waffles, or fried eggs and sausage with toast. Or we can go out..." "No going out. I don't intend to dress again until we have to catch the plane back to Buffalo." She looked at him under half closed lashes. "Unless you seriously object to your non-virgin sister running around your house nude." "Like I object to being able to breathe," Lee answered, grinning from ear to ear. "What's your pleasure, then?" "I'm assuming you mean food to eat," she replied with a sexy smile. "Just eggs and toast, with coffee. We can reheat the beef for supper tonight." Max moved to sit on Lee's lap as they lingered over their breakfast coffee. "How much have you told Dad about what you're doing?" Lee asked his twin, his right hand caressing her bare thigh. "He knows we're getting married. He wasn't too happy and wanted to know if I'd lost my mind. He thinks even less of Don than I do. He'd like to get rid of him, but he can't really find cause, he's covered his tracks so well. I can't tell him anything more; not yet, anyway." "We have to tell him about us." "Wha...why? Do you want him to totally disown me?" "Don't worry about that. As long as we're happy, he'll be happy for us. And telling him about us will make telling him about what we're going to do easier, and get him to help us. I'm going to need his help with making it look like the business is failing while really getting it ready to take off when your husband disappears." "You're sure? He's changed some since we left for school. You don't know him as well as you think." "I know he'll try to talk you out of marrying that SOB, and much as I dislike the idea, it really is necessary to regain the stock he's purchased. My biggest fear for you is that he'll get violent." "I almost hope so. In NY today, spousal violence can result in jail time, and spousal rape is treated just like any other rape. He might think being married automatically gives him the right to have sex with me, but if I say not, tough titty." She leaned down to give her brother a peck on his lips. "Enough talk. We've got a baby to make. If I've planned it right, I'm just about mid-cycle, and getting married on what should be the first day of my period, which is what I'll tell numb nuts so he'll wear a rubber. By the time he gets to poke his naked dick in my little hole, I'll know I'm pregnant. Until then, he's going to need to use a rubber for his monthly visits to my bed." "Monthly?" "I can't keep him out of it altogether, or I'm sure he'd carry out his threat to call for an audit. I can limit him by holding up the specter of going to prison for raping his wife, and how the inmates would treat him when they hear that. "Don is like most bullies, a coward at heart. And from what I've seen and heard him say, a homophobe. We've had a couple of European customers, recently, who greet and leave with hugs. It's almost comical to see his expression when that happens." Lee stood up, lifting her in his arms. "Well, we got a job to do, one I intend to enjoy a great deal." He carried her to the back of the one story bungalow and placed her in the center of his queen sized bed. Without preamble, he buried his face in her quim and began to gently nibble and suck on the most sensitive spot on a woman's body, answered by Max's soft moans. A Dish Best Served Cold He reached around her legs to latch on to her nipples, rapidly erecting, triggering a small climax. He backed off slightly, letting her recover while he paid some attention to the inside of her thighs and her perineal area, kissing and nibbling at them, barely touching her. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Turn around so I can kiss your little soldier," she ordered. Lee changed position, turning around and moving over her, into the 69 position. He felt his sister slide her lips onto his shaft, and move up onto it until he felt her forehead against his ass cheeks. He renewed his tongue's assault on her quim, eliciting some pleased moans, which he experienced as low frequency humming on the sensitive head of his member, buried deep in her throat. When he began to move in and out of her face, she raised her hands to his hips, to hold him in place as she began bob her head up and down, controlling the depth and force of his penetration. He pulled her clit into his mouth and began to gently lash it with his tongue, at the same time he slipped his thumb into her love canal. His middle finger found her rosebud and began to lightly glide over its surface, causing Max to move her hips trying to avoid the tickling sensation it provided. When he recognized she was close to climax, Lee pushed her over the edge by thrusting his finger full length into her anus. Max first straightened out like a board, her body quivering like a plucked harp string. She then curled up like a shrimp, taking Lee's cock so deep in her throat he could feel her voice box vibrating directly against his crown as she screamed around his staff, triggering his own rapture. When his ejaculatory spasms ended, he collapsed on his sister, and rolled to the side. She wrapped her arms around his hips, holding him in place in her mouth, until he had softened to his normal, flaccid size, sucking out all the seminal fluid she could. When she finally released him, Lee turned around to hug and kiss his twin, saying, "God, I love you. Marry me! To hell with oily Don! We'll sell the company, replace the money and go live on an island somewhere." Max beamed, her smile lighting up her face, making her more beautiful, if possible. "I love you, too, Lee. That was incredible. This has all been incredible, so much better than I ever dreamed. "Marrying you and running away to an island is tempting, but..." "Don't say but! I hate that friggin' word! It has to be the greatest destroyer of fantasies God ever devised. I know we have some jobs to do, but don't say we can't get married when they're done. "Nobody here knows me by any name but Brock. I don't have any apparent connection, family or otherwise, except for the stock, to Carruthers and Co. Machine Tools. We can come back here and live." She smiled and kissed him lightly on his lips. "Okay, when we're done, if you still want to, we'll get married." She paused and her face darkened. "And, while Don probably will go to hell, I want to make sure he's punished here on Earth, too. In every way I can think of." Lee stimulated Max to two more climaxes that afternoon. His hands explored her body, learning her ticklish areas; the caresses which enhanced her arousal, and the ones which inhibited it; how and where she liked to be kissed, and how and where not to. Over the afternoon he learned when he could be rough, and when he needed to be gentle and tender. In between, they talked about what they were going to do, and what they would need. Late in the afternoon, he called his partner. "Pete, something's come up and I'm going to need some extended time away...no, I can't talk about it right now, especially over the phone...sort of a family business problem...do you have any contacts back East, near upstate NY...I'm going to need the services of a forensic accountant and a business analyst/forecaster...you? "That 's what I was hoping, but didn't want to ask. I'm already nearly torpedoing the business. I'm not sure how long this will take, possibly a couple of years to get things all turned around. I'll call you late next week about getting that other stuff started. Thanks, Pete." Later that evening, the horny twins came to the realization that if they didn't get out of the house soon, they were in danger of fucking themselves to death. They were both so sore they were sitting on ice packs to control the inflammation and swelling. With a rueful grin, Lee suggested they pack up in the morning and drive back to Riverview, the small city where their father had re-located the family business after their mother's death, some 22 years ago. It took Lee and Max three days to make the fourteen hour drive. During the 'road' time, they decided how to inform their father of what was happening, and how to proceed with the remainder of their campaign. Late Monday evening they pulled into the driveway of their father's large Victorian home. There was a car unfamiliar to Max parked in front the garage bay her father usually used. She directed Lee to the fourth bay, the one usually reserved for visitors. Grabbing their suitcases, they went into the house through the garage. From the kitchen they heard some strange grunting sounds coming from the living room. Setting the bags down, they quietly made their way to the source of the sound, and found a naked couple busily engaged in the horizontal dance known as the Waltz of the Two Backed Beast. "Daddy!" "Pop! Gram?" "What? Who?" said the woman. "Oh shit!" exclaimed their father. "What the hell are you two doing here?" "I guess we don't need to ask the same question," laughed Lee, "but you and Gram? How long..." "That," interjected their mother's mother, "is of no concern to you." The early-60-something attractive widow had the modesty to blush, as her mid-20's twin grandchildren took in, not only her activity, but that both she and her son were not only nude, there were no articles of clothing to be seen in the room. "Gram, don't misunderstand. I'm not condemning what you're doing. If anything, I should applaud you both..." "Why, did you think we older folks forgot how?" she asked, with a small smile, knowing she had just discomfitted her grandson and diverted the focus from her and her partner. Lee understood immediately that the focus had shifted and grinned. "Obviously not. We'll let you finish and go make some coffee, or cocktails; which would you rather?" With a saucy grin, his grandmother replied, "Coffee for me; I've already had my cocktail." "Edie!" exclaimed Ian, her fifty year-old son. "Oh, hush, Ian. When you're caught with your pants down, you can accept it and laugh, or try to cover yourself and weep with shame. There's nothing to be ashamed about except forgetting to lock the doors, and," she said, looking around, "not bringing something to cover up with. Maxie, could you be a dear and go get us robes or towels or something?" With a smile, Max nodded and headed for the back of the house. Lee turned to follow her, saying, with a grin, "I'll go put on the coffee while you two finish up. No hurry." "You young smart-ass!," Ian shouted after them. "Just for that remark, I've got half a mind to go ahead and finish..." "Feel free, Pop; we would." Lee interrupted, the laugh plain in his voice. The implication was plain, if you were looking for it, or expecting it. The older couple looked at each other, realization on their faces. "Lee, when you get the coffee started, would you come back in here, please," called Edie. He came back to the living room, trailing Max who was carrying a pair of terrycloth robes. They watched as the older couple stood and donned the robes, Lee ogling his grandmother's shapely body as if she were a teenager. She caught him and gave him an understanding smile. "How long have you two been intimate?" she asked him. "Huh? What do you mean?" he stammered. "Oh, c'mon, Lee! You think we're idiots? That last remark, 'We would.' if it didn't mean you two are having sex, what does it mean?" demanded Ian. Softly, Max interjected, "Lee took my virginity last Wednesday night." She paused to look at her father and grandmother, "at my request. We were going to tell you, Dad, later this week, after we took care of some other stuff." "But there's something else, isn't there, Pop? That remark, by itself, could mean anything or nothing. But, right away, you assumed we were lovers; why?" Ian sort of hemmed and hawed, clearing his throat. Edie broke in. "Go ahead and tell them, Ian. They have the right, and the need, to know the family history." "Yeah, Pop, that would be very interesting, because there's precious little available on the internet. About the only place our family, from you back, shows up is in the census records. No birth records, no death records, no marriage records, no church..." "Well, son, it looks like you've done some homework. Why?" "You're evading the question, Pop. What is there about the family history that made you jump to the conclusion that we'd been intimate?" "Hmph. There isn't any easy way to put it; incestuous relationships run in our family. I know for sure my grandparents, your great grandparents, were, like you two, brother and sister twins. Their second child, your maternal grandmother here, mated someone outside the family, producing your mom. "Their first child, your paternal grandfather, my father, also went out of the family. Your mother and I, as you can see, were first cousins. From what your great grandfather told me when I got married, that pattern has been repeated several times over the generations." "Apparently not just with marriages," Lee said with a smile. "Were liaisons like yours frequent?" he asked the older couple. Edie answered. "The family farm was large, and the farm house had several bedrooms. The family children often brought their new spouses home to stay until their house could be built; and, there were large gatherings for the holidays. "Let's just say that the sleeping arrangements were, sometimes," she paused, searching for the word, "fluid, and included the unmarried siblings who were considered of age, anywhere from fifteen to eighteen, depending on the generation, and the need for partners. "Once the couple had moved out of the farmhouse, they were expected to stay faithful to each other, except when they came to spend time with the family. "When a spouse died, it was seen as a family obligation to help meet the physical needs of the survivor when the grieving process was done. So, yes, Lee, liaisons like this were frequent, common, and optional. Any other questions?" "I don't remember any large groups at family get-togethers over the years. Was there some sort of big fight?" "Not like you're thinking. All that in-breeding took its toll. Between wars, a constitutional low resistance and low fertility, the entire family has been reduced to the people in this room and a pair of older male cousins who live with their spouses on a farm in southern Indiana." "What happened to the family farm?" "Your family business sits on it." She turned to Max. "Sweetie, if you're getting married this weekend, why did you ask your brother to take your virginity?" Max blushed and hesitated. Lee spoke up, fabricating. "On our fifteenth birthday, we accidentally saw each other naked. Later, when we got over the embarrassment, we promised each other we'd be each other's first time. I'd forgotten until she came to visit this week." "That's very charming, but, since you didn't remember, Lee, why did she? Max?" "Because I didn't want that prick I'm going to marry to have the satisfaction..." "Prick? You don't love him? Then why..." She looked at Lee. "We should tell them what we're going to do, and why; don't you think?" Lee nodded. "It's your call; you're the one who will be at risk, and will suffer the most, however things turn out. I'll be here to catch you, but you'll still get hurt some." She nodded her understanding, then turned to her father. "Sit down, Daddy; this is a long story. Lee, I think we need something stronger than coffee. You know where the bar is... "...and so I went out to get Lee to help me," Max said, ending her story. Ian looked at his son. "That fucking son of a bitch! You have a plan?" "We have an outline, and we've started the preliminary steps. My partner has a background in forensic accounting, and he knows an expert in business forecasting to help us develop a diversification plan. Pete'll go over the books to see if he can identify where and how Don stole the money. "Don, and, I assume, some partners, claim to control fifty and a half percent of the voting stock. We'll verify whether that is by proxy, or if they really own the stock. "Either way, I suggest we appear to make some bad judgments about equipment purposes and investments; default on some loans and debts we can arrange to pay on the quiet, making it look like we're in financial trouble, driving the stock down so it looks like it's worthless. Then we can buy enough back to regain control. "If that doesn't work, Max can ask for the stock in the community property division when she files for divorce. "She'll be busy spending his money, or giving it away. Part of the plan is for her to siphon enough money from him to the family to pay back the money he stole to frame you. When it's all repaid, she can file..." "And you, Lee; what's your role?" asked Edie. "Just before she came out to ask for my help, Max hired me, under my business name, as the VP of Engineering, putting me in charge of product design, development and manufacture. I'll oversee 'ruining' the company without killing it." "Any ideas, son?" "From my consulting work, I've seen there are three areas where the demand is outpacing the development of the technology to produce the materials efficiently and economically. Robotics, bio-genetic engineering, and industrial lasers for quality control and production." "Which..." "I don't know, Pop. Let's wait and see what Pete's guy thinks. That's his specialty." He looked at Max. "It's late and we haven't eaten since early this afternoon someplace in Ohio, and we have a surprise for Don we're working on that we should get busy at." "Something you want to share, or need help with?" asked Edie. "He blackmailed my OB/GYN for access to my records and discovered my hymen was intact. Come Saturday night, when I undress for him the first time, my breasts, pubes, inner thighs and ass will be covered with hickeys and bite marks, courtesy of my brother, who, as you guessed, has already taken care of the other part of that surprise," Max answered with a smile. "I want to find a dress so sheer you can almost read through it. He told me he's invited his family to the ceremony and dinner afterward. "Since Lee can't be there, I'd like you to be there, Daddy, but, given the circumstances, I understand if you don't want to come. And you, too, Gram" "Of course we'll be there, Sweetie. And I'm sure we can find a way for Lee, too, if he wants. "I gather you're going to go totally commando, nothing under the dress but a slip? So the marks show, but look like part of the dress. Have you shaved..." "No; I want them to see my nipples and my bush, and all the marks." "Excellent. Leave the dress to me. You look to be about a size 14 tall. I know a seamstress who can have your first fitting done by Wednesday, especially since what you want, for the best effect, is a simple shift, with a little fitting at the waist." "I don't think so, Gram. A shift would make me look kind of naive or innocent. I want a dress that makes me look slutty. Something with a fitted bodice, even a shelf bra to make my boobs look really big, then a pencil skirt with a slit all the way to the hip. "It'll make it look like Don's been kind of busy with his fiancé, and he'll probably take a lot of kidding about it, which he'll have to go along with or look like a fool, but he'll know... "Daddy, can we come back here for the wedding night? I want to set up a video to record our consummation, in case he wants to try to annul the wedding. I think being here, in your house, will make it easier to coax him into bed than if we're at a strange hotel. I can appeal to his kinky side." "Of course, Sweetie, anything you need. Edie and I will be here, out of sight, in case he gets violent. "Now, Lee, you said something about food. Do you two need something to eat?" "I could use a sandwich; how about you, Max?" "That'll be great. As long as it's not peanut butter and jelly," she answered as they walked into the kitchen. "Killjoy." Lee laughed, answering Max's smile. Ian and Edie traded puzzled looks. "Another time, folks," Lee said, forestalling their question. "It's really a mood killer right now." "In that case, I'm not sure I ever want to know," commented Ian, pouring the twins some milk. "Well, I do," Edie stated. "It sounds so..." she paused, "sinfully delicious." Max snorted his mouthful of milk out through his nose. "You have no idea how right you are, Gram," he laughed, looking at Max who was trying hard not to giggle. As Lee helped Max out of her clothes, they looked around her room, choosing places to locate the cameras and motion detector switch that would start the recorder when the couple walked into the room. They decided on a simple nanny cam, located in one of the teddy bears on her dresser, and a second one located in one of the corner rosettes in the ceiling molding. The motion detector would be in a rosette right across from the door. He reached around and unbuttoned the cardigan she wore, then pulled it off her shoulders as he bent down to place a light kiss at the junction of her shoulder and neck. She hummed in appreciation. His hands dropped to her waist, to undo the snap on her slacks and slide the zipper down to the top of her mons. He slid his hand inside and cupped her pussy mound as he placed the first of that night's love bites on the back of her neck, where it curved into her shoulder. Max turned in his arms to capture his lips with hers. "Yesss," she hissed. "Fuckitall, you feel so damn good. Promise me, at least once a week, you'll fuck me silly. If I don't have that, I can't do this. Not just getting laid, but being with you. "I love you, Lee; I think I've always loved you and this," she pushed her hips into his, "makes it so much much more...I don't know, grand, majestic, monumental, all of that and more. Just love me back a little, please." "More than a little, Maxie. I feel the same way about you. If I had known you did too, I would have stayed around, but it hurt too damned much to see you and not be able to touch you. "Christ, if we had known the family history, we could have been together from that night. But, we are now, and I'll be here whenever you need or want me. And when we're done with Oily Don, we'll be married, however long it takes; okay?" She pulled his head down and shoved her tongue down his throat to tickle his testicles. "Yes," she said when they broke for air. "Now, start painting my body with your love bites, and we still have to get me with child, remember." Lee grinned and picked her up in his arms to lay her on the bed. Crawling between her legs, he fastened his mouth to the base of her breast, where the bottom of the breast met her chest wall. While he created a ring around the base of each breast, his hand was busy stroking and penetrating her quim. In spite of the pain from the bites, her pussy juice was flowing like a river. Max felt more hopeful and alive this night that she had since the shithead had confronted her with his 'proposal.' and as exciting as the sex had been with her brother for the past week, the specter of her father's disapproval had been a bit of a damper. A Dish Best Served Cold Now, not only did he approve, they had his blessing; and she knew her brother loved her as much as she loved him, and they would be together someday soon. She moaned when Lee moved over her to slip his dick into her hungry hole. "Ohhhhh, yesssss. That feels so gooood. Go slow for a while; I just want to feel you in me. Mmmmmm. Hold me, love; lay on me, and just rock your little Lee in my nest. Yeah, that's it." Max wrapped her arms and legs around Lee, pulling him tightly to her. "Ohhh, fuck, Lee, can we just stay like this all night? I don't want to let you out. Can you move, just a little? Mmmm, that 's right, like that. Fuck me slow, brother, fuck me slow and nice. Yeah, that's right." If you have ever found yourself in this position, buried to your balls in a wet, willing woman, trying to prolong a slow pace, you know there are only two outcomes. You will fall asleep, which usually happens after the other alternative--slowly, you begin to move faster, and faster, and faster, and faster until you can no longer stop and then, SHAZAM!!!!!!! Max's climactic screams and Lee's grunts and groans elicited laughs and cheers from the bedroom across the hall where Edie and Ian were finishing the 'liaison' the younger couple had interrupted earlier. "Go to Hell!" retorted a laughing Lee, eliciting more laughter. It a was a busy week. They found an apartment for Lee and called Pete to pack up his clothes to ship them back to Lee. Arrangements were made for Lee to return in the Fall to ready his house for listing with a leasing agent. On Wednesday, he went into work, to meet with his dad and complete the hiring process. He met 'Oily Don,' and could be seen wiping his hand on his trousers as Don left the room. Max's appointments with Edie's seamstress went well, even if her choice of fabric and fit caused some lifted eyebrows. Finding, installing and testing the video system was an afternoon's work. Max spoke with Ian, then called Don and the venue for the ceremony and reception was changed to Ian's house. Edie had only planned to stay through the night they had returned. She extended her stay until after the wedding, setting up a string of nights of "Dueling Bedsprings." Friday night, in Max's bedroom, the twins faced each other, naked as newborns. Lee surveyed his handi(mouth)work on Max's body. Gently he turned her to look in the full length mirror on her closet door. She saw a tall (5-10), willowy, busty, beauty whose body was marked by numerous love bites strategically placed to announce her recent sexcapades. Lee's arms reached around her to trace the line of bruises around her breasts and vulva. "Think we have enough? These will last until you get back next week." Max turned her head to kiss his cheek. "And then we can start making new ones." She took hold of his wrists, halting their movement. "Just hold me tonight. "Then in the morning, before everyone gets here, I want you to fuck me, and I do mean fuck--nothing gentle or fancy, just unload your cum in me, in my pussy, my ass, my mouth, as much as you can. Okay?" Her somber eyes caught and held his in the mirror. He nodded. "Whatever you want, Maxie. You know that. Just tell me what you want or need." A single tear made its way down her cheek. "Thank you, Lee. I love you." She turned in his arms. "Are we...Is what we're doing right?" "I don't know, love. From what you have told me, it's the only way to get Dad clear. We'll know better after Pete has a chance to look at the books. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to do that before the wedding, but we'll get you out as soon as we can." She nodded and buried her head in his shoulder, her arms around him, pressing her naked breasts to his bare chest.She tilted her head back to look at her brother, a smile on her lips. "Wake me up with a fuck, will you?" "Your wish..." he smiled. In spite of her desire to just be held, Max needed Lee to bring her to a series of small climaxes before she could get to sleep. He used his fingers and tongue to settle her nerves. The velvety caress of his tongue on her labia as she finally fell asleep was, in fact, the first thing she was aware of when she woke up on her wedding day. Her appreciative moan alerted Lee to her wakening. He moved up over her body, his heat seeking missile homing in unerringly. Her deeper moan told him she was ready to begin the day they had planned. It wasn't gentle, or caring, or beautiful. It was animal rutting, and it was effective. By the time it was necessary for her to begin to dress he had left several loads of cum in her cunt and mouth. He had just unloaded the second in her ass. "Don't go away, yet, " she ordered him. She went to her dresser and pulled out a strange, sling shot looking item, and stepped into it. A thin, flesh colored band fit just above her hips, with strings front and back positioning a one by three inch piece of dark fabric over her slit and asshole. "What's that?" Lee asked, lying on the bed, watching her as she slipped on her wedding dress. "It's my cunt cover, to keep your cum inside of me during the ceremony. Can you see it through the dress?" Lee got up and walked around her. "Nope, not even a 'panty line' shows," he answered, making quote marks in the air. "Good. Do you mind hanging out with me here, until the ceremony starts? I want to clean your cock just before I go down. What's that, a half hour or so?" "I told you, Max, whatever..." "I know, Lee, it's just...Unnnnhhg. Damn him to Hell!!! Before I clean you, shove that cock of yours back into my ass. And come in my mouth again. My first kiss with my new husband should be memorable, don't you think?" Over Ian's outdoor speakers came the opening notes to Mendelson's Wedding March. The thirty or forty guests stood up and turned to see Max at the head of the aisle, wrapped in a dark red cloak. When everyone was looking at her, she dropped her covering, eliciting gasps and whispers from the small assemblage. Max stood there in the mid-afternoon sunshine. looking like her dress had been sewn on her. it drew tightly across her breasts which looked like two Target ads, side by side. Down below, the darkness at the top of her thighs drew attention like it was a black hole. She hesitated for a slow three count. Then she slowly sashayed the short distance to her waiting groom, whose face resembled nothing so much as a thundercloud, and took his arm. As Ian took his place behind her, she handed the minister a small piece of paper. He looked at the handwriting on the outer fold, "My Vows." The minister began reading, "Dearly beloved..." while Lee slipped unnoticed into the back of the crowd. When it came to reciting the marriage vows, in the absence of Don's individually written pledge, the clergyman continued with the traditional form. With Don's "I do" still sounding in the air, he opened Max's vows. "Do you, Maxine, pledge to be a good wife, doing what is necessary to support Donald in his efforts to advance socially and in his career?" Don stood there, his mouth agape as Max answered. Max accepted Don's ring, but did not provide one for him. She heard the minister pronounce them man and wife and raised her face to receive her first kiss as a married woman. Don leaned forward to kiss her and caught the scent of her halitosis. Overcoming the repulsion it created, he closed his mouth over hers, surprised when he felt her tongue slip in between his teeth. It was then he noticed the sweet, salty, acrid, and slightly musky taste. He experienced a fleeting memory of cleaning his butt after a shit, but it swiftly disappeared when Max pushed her hips into his, grinding them in a slow thrusting circle, and growling in his mouth. As the new couple turned to face the wedding guests, the assemblage crowded around them, offering their congratulations and best wishes. Don received many knowing winks and nudges from the men in the company, and several looks of disapproval from the churchly women on his side of the family. He watched as Max made her way around the crowd, offering her cheek to everyone. He was surprised to see Lee in the crowd, when Max approached him and offered him only her hand. It took him a bit, but he eventually found himself standing next to Lee at the makeshift bar. "Brock, I'm surprised to see you here. I thought this was a family only affair." "That's what I thought when Ian invited me. I'm in town this week, looking for a place. When Ian learned that, he suggested I stay with him and use his place as my base of operations. He insisted when he found out I grew up not far from the town where his original plant was located. "In fact, my father used to work there. And in a way, I am family. My grandmother is Ian's aunt on his father's side, so in a way, your new wife and I are cousins. I never can figure out all that once and twice removed shit, but that's life. Had no idea until I met Ian this week. "So, where you going on your honeymoon? Somewhere exotic, I expect." "Hey, Tiger, your Mom wants to talk to us," Max interrupted, slipping her arm around Don's waist. "She said something about children." As she led her new husband away, Max glanced back over her shoulder to her brother, blowing him a kiss. Mrs Pieters was asking her son when they were leaving on their honeymoon, expecting them to excuse themselves soon to go change. "Oh, no," interjected Max, "we're going to spend the night right here. I thought I'd like my first time, well my first time married, anyhow," she giggled, "to be in the bed I grew up in. Won't that be kinky?" She laughed again, shaking her shoulders and hips, causing her dress to slide over her bouncing breasts and hips, making the bruises around those areas more evident. Mrs Pieters eyes widened as she blushed at the forwardness and near nudity of her new daughter. She was even more surprised when Max leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue briefly invading her mother-in-law's mouth. Mrs Pieters briefly gagged on the odor of Max's mouth. "Dear, you should have something to eat and drink. I imagine you haven't had a thing all day." With an extremely sexy leer, Max answered, "Well, now, that wouldn't be proper for a bride would it, to have a 'thing' on her wedding day, especially to eat in public?" Mrs Pieters stammered,"uh, uh, uh..." blushing at the double entendre', as her son hurried his bride away. "You shouldn't talk to my mother that way; she's..." He groped and failed to find the word, "and go wash your mouth out and get something to eat. Your breath smells like shit." Max's face looked shocked, horrified, except for the smile in her eyes. "Oh, no! Oh, dear! How... But..." "And that vow you wrote? What the hell..." Max put her fingers over his mouth. "Hush! Later, Donnie. We can talk later. We don't want to have a fight at our wedding reception, do we?" She turned and walked away, leaving him to gawk after her, staring at the visible crack of her ass. The sky was just beginning to darken when the last of the wedding guests pulled out of the driveway. Ian and Edie walked Don and Max back into the house. The caterers were busy finishing up, cleaning the back yard and kitchen. "Well, Don, welcome to the family. Max can show you to your room, the one which will always be waiting whenever you visit. Have fun. "Edie and I are going to go down and watch TV for a while with my distant cousin, Lee. Funny thing that." He looked at his daughter. "Did you know when you hired him, his dad used to work for us out in Indiana?" "Really," she smiled. "Imagine that. Small world. Well, see you guys tomorrow, maybe." She took hold of Don's arm and pulled him along to her second floor room. She pushed open the door, and the cameras started. Max walked over to her dresser and picked up the zipper aide. She hooked it into the zipper tab and turned to face Don. His face was a mixture of anger and desire. She reached behind her and slowly pulled down her zipper. The only sounds in the room were the rasp of the zipper and Don's heavy breathing. When the tab reached the bottom of the zipper, Max removed the aide and walked to her new husband. "Can you help me, or do you want to watch?" "W...w...atch," he choked out. She backed away a few steps and shrugged the dress forward off her shoulders, catching it on her elbows just before it reached her breasts. The faint outline of the hickeys surrounding her mammas was just visible. Don felt his cock lurch, beginning to grow. Max smiled. "Good so far?" He nodded, dumbstruck. Max reached up and slowly pulled the left shoulder of the dress down to her nipple, letting it hang there. She waited a few seconds, then did the same on the right side. "Still good?" "You bitch," Don choked out, nodding. "You fucking bitch!" "Why, Donnie, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice as sweet as spring sap, letting the dress drop to her waist. "You were still a virgin when I..." "Hardly," she laughed. "I don't know what records Dr. Mike showed you, or whose, but I was a regular attraction at the frat parties when I was in school. "Does that disappoint you? I hope not, because you went to an awful lot of trouble to get into this pussy. So what if you're not the first. It belongs to you, now." She let the dress drop to the floor and stood before him naked, having removed her cunt cover during one of her bathroom visits during the reception. He saw her breasts, ringed by bruises, capped with smaller rings around her nipples. Her inner thighs were purple and brown with hickeys, and the black topping her slit wasn't all from her bush. She twirled for him, revealing the large patch of bites on the crest of each ass cheek. "All yours." She walked to him and reached for his belt. He didn't move as she unfastened it. Her hand slid down over the front of his pants, searching for his hardness. It fit neatly into the palm of her hand. With the tips of her fingers against his sack, his five inch cock almost reached the heel of her palm. Pressing against it, she judged correctly that it wasn't quite as wide as two of her fingers pressed together. She smiled, "Mmmmm, nice." She opened his pants and pushed them down, then lay down on the bed. "Well, husband, I'm waiting." With a moaning groan, Don pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. Without removing his boxers he jumped on the bed, between Max's knees. She held up her hand. "You'd better use a rubber. My period is due to start anytime now, and you don't want that menstrual blood all over you, do you?" "Ahh, no, I guess, but I..." "In the drawer, there. Better safe than sorry, right?" He nodded, fumbling with the wrapper. Finally getting it on, he positioned himself between Max's knees once more. "Oh, Sweetie, I'm afraid I'm starting to get dry. Can you kiss my coochie for a bit; that always gets me wet again real fast?" Don blanched, but lowered his head between Max's thighs, his tongue tentatively touching the area around her labia. "Oh, baby, that's good, but right in the middle; yessss, that's it. Mmmmm, oh, baby you could make me come like this. Okay, I'm ready now." In a hurry, Don moved up, away from the bittersweet taste of Max's snatch. There had been something familiar about the taste and smell but, in his excitement, he couldn't place it. He penetrated his wife and began to thrust. Don wasn't a virgin, but this was the first time he hadn't had to pay for it directly. His first time had been part of a high school fraternity foray to an Arkansas whorehouse when he was seventeen. Later that year, he had been dating a moonshiner's fourteen year old daughter who was willing to do anything, depending on the gift she got in return. In college, he hadn't been rushed by any fraternity, so never got to experience the frat parties, but did find a few girls like the moonshiner's daughter, just more expensive. He had gone to work for Carruthers after they had moved to Riverview, almost fifteen years ago. Except for a monthly trip to Buffalo or Toronto, he had no sex life other than his accommodating hand. Riverview wasn't big enough to support the kind of call girl trade he thought he deserved. He wasn't interested in the fifteen dollar, fifteen tricks a night trade. Much of the 100G he had embezzled had been spent on the 5C's a night ladies in the cities mentioned. They may not have been top of the line, but they stayed the night, and, short of taking a beating, were open to practically everything. Now, nearly forty, he envisioned never needing them again. It took barely a half dozen thrusts before he felt the tingling sensation in his balls which signaled his impending explosion. He stopped moving, dropping his head to Max's shoulder so she wouldn't see his tears. It had taken him nearly three years of planning and another two years of execution to get here, and now it would be over In a few seconds. He tried to will his balls to be quiet, but the harder he tried, it seemed the faster he moved along that usually joyous path to eruption. Even with the rubber, Max felt him coming. She tightened her legs around him, and her quim on his mini-monster, milking every drop she could squeeze out of him. Before he could deflate, she pulled off him and reached down to stroke his latex encased shaft, puncturing the safety in the process. "Oh, dear! Look what you did, you animal, you," she teased him, pulling off the leaky condom and letting it drip on her breasts. "I hope none of that nasty blood got into your pee slit. My Mexican nanny told me when my period started that the menses blood could kill a man's sperm. Some of the women in her village, after they had had enough children, she said, would wash their men's members with their discharge for a few months, killing their sperm makers." Don shivered at the thought and looked down at his prick, wondering if any blood had made its way inside him. He couldn't see anything on his deflating staff. "Anyway, did you enjoy that, Sweetie?" He nodded, and started to reach for her. "Me, too," she said and rolled over on to her side, her back to her groom. "Maxine!" he cried. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey," she said, rolling back. She sat up and gave him a tongue filled kiss, still bearing traces of the flavor he had noticed in their kiss at the end of the wedding ceremony. "See you in the morning. Sleep well," she said, rolling back onto her side. Don, dumbfounded, looked at the bed, a double, and Max was lying, sprawled, right in the middle, easily taking up half of the bed. He stretched out beside her, on his side, his back to her, and tried to figure out what had happened. —to be continued A Dish Best Served Cold Erica sat down in front of the mirror and took a close look at her face. Looking back at her was a twenty-nine year old woman with short reddish brown hair, green eyes and careworn features. She sighed. It wasn't always like this... The other occupant, a thin, Japanese male in a rumpled grey suit looked at her, stroked his greying mustache. "You don't have to go through with this you know. We have sufficient to prove infidelity and get the prenup tossed in just about any court in Japan." "I know." she replied "It's...it's just...I have to do this." "I understand. I'll leave you to it then." And with that he stepped out of the room. With familiarity gained after weeks of secret practice, Erica opened up and laid out the makeup kit that was sitting on the table: brushes and sponges, pencils, tubes of makeup, a wig of natural, shoulder length, coppery red hair with black roots, her coloured contacts and some bits and pieces of rubber. With swift, deft movements she began. First, she inserted her dark black contact lenses, pulled her hair back and pinned it under a wig cap then, she used a small aerosol inhaler spray, coughed, inhaled-"Aaah!" Tested her voice and repeated the action twice more, until she was satisfied with the results. Her voice was now deeper, huskier, the sort of voice that comes from too much alcohol and too many cigarettes. Careful application of a snubbed nose prosthetic, some gelatin bags under her eyes and a thin layer of latex to mask over her eyebrows added years to her face. Slightly discoloured tooth caps fitted over her front teeth and some thin, sponge pads that fitted in her mouth changed her appearance even more. The basics finished, she applied a layer of heavy, sallow coloured makeup. As she applied eyeliner, false eyelashes, mascara, blush and lipstick an attractive looking Asian woman, late forties in age gradually took her place. The transformation continued apace as she slipped into her costume for the night: a padded, black corset with black fur trim, black stockings, a dark patterned leopard print dress of crushed velvet with a slit up one side and matching elbow length, fingerless gauntlets. Long, false fingernails, painted a coppery black and her wig completed the transformation. A last look in the mirror, some minor adjustments to her makeup and accessories and Miki, was ready. She slipped on a pair of expensive looking black high heel shoes, a stylish black jacket and stepped out of the room. "Ok, here's the setup. This choker has a small mini camera with limited range. It will download to my keitai as long as I'm within 100 meters." He continued "The clasp on your bag has an audio pickup as does this brooch." "The target, your husband, has some well defined habits. Tonight he'll arrive at this bar shortly after 8pm" passed her a flyer "and with some luck will pick you up." "Don't worry, we'll be there to back you up if something goes wrong." He motioned to his assistant who was dressed in a stylish dark green dress suitable for clubbing. Continuing on "Once he makes the move, play him along and get him to take you to this lovehotel. I've got an arrangement with the tencho san and we'll be able to monitor whichever room you go to." He paused, looked at her "Is everything clear? he asked. "H...hai!" she replied and then with more conviction "Yarimasu!" He smile and in Japanese replied "Sore dewa Suzuki Miki san, ikimashoka?" An hour later, Miki was sitting in the bar playing idly with the dregs of her drink when he came in. She watched him and a few of his coworkers order drinks and settle around a table that commanded a good view of the bar. He looked around at the sparse crowd in the bar, ignored the salarymen singing karaoke and briefly eyed the OL's plotting in the corner and finally, looked at her. She met his gaze for a moment, looked away and looked back in his direction. He was staring at her. "Would he recognize Erica?" she thought. "Or was she safe?" Miki quickly buried any such thoughts and calmly sipped her drink. From time to time, she cast quick, shy glances in his direction as he drank and joked with his co workers and then decided to take the initiative by walking past him towards the women's washroom. As she returned to her spot at the bar, the bartender approached her with a drink, the same as she had just finished, "Compliments of the gentleman sitting over there." he said. "Take it back to him and tell him to deliver it personally." She replied Encounter Entering the bar, he looked around, waved to the bartender and casually made his way over to the usual table. Surveying the scene over a cold beer, he automatically dismissed the salarymen getting noisily pissed and the group of office ladies in the corner. "I'll hang out her with the crew until nine and then head off to someplace more lively." He thought "No sense spending the entire night talking shop with Matsumoto..." And then he saw her! A bar hostess or, possibly, a member of a group of ladies out on the town who had struck out on her own, she stood out amongst the background of office wallflowers like a diamond amongst glass. His gaze was drawn back to her time and time again. There was only one thing to do, meet her and win her. His first attempt was the oldest gambit in the book. Calling the bartender over, he slipped him a few bills, discretely pointed his victim out, then, a sly nod; a wink and the barkeep took his message and a cocktail over. He thought that she wouldn't fall for it but human nature, curiosity and the offer of a free drink won out as always. Bowing to her wishes he took the drink over himself and made his introductions. Over the next several hours as he plied her with drinks, compliments and verbal repertoire while Miki plotted her strategy. She acted giggly, as if the alcohol was affecting her more than it was. When she got up to go fix her makeup, she stumbled and seemingly by chance, fell in his direction. As she had planned, he reacted by quickly catching her, holding her close for several moments and inquiring if she was okay. She answered his questions with slightly slurred assurances then made her way to the restroom. In the restroom, Miki checked her makeup, adjusted her wig and accessories and quickly used her inhaler. Her identity once again firmly in place, she walked somewhat shakily back to the table. Upon reaching the table, she claimed not to feel so good and was going outside for some fresh air. Then set the hook by 'innocently' asking if he would like to accompany her. Behind Closed Doors Outside the bar, they walked down the busy streets of Roppongi, she clung close to him and encouraged, he directed their steps towards a nearby lovehotel. They hesitated a moment outside the entrance-looked at each other, smiled and entered. Inside, they chose a room, removed the key from the automated dispenser, entered the elevator and rode in silence to the room. Once inside Miki faced away from him, coyly looked over her shoulder and said "Unzip me." He slowly pulled down the zipper and let her dress slip down to become a puddle of fabric around her feet. As she stepped out of the dress he brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed and worked his way to the hollows at the base of her neck and her shoulders. Slowly, teasingly he worked his way up to her right earlobe and turned her around to face him. Miki slipped his jacket off, undid his tie and deftly worked his pants down around his knees. She pushed him backwards resulted and he fell crosswise across the bed. Following up on her advantage, she worked her way up his body, kissing, caressing, teasing, bringing him to a fevered arousal. Then sensing the cusp of a pending orgasm, she drew back, teasingly removed her panties and hung them like a flag on his erect staff. "Do you want it?" "Yes!" he replied. "Then.... Use your mouth!" she commanded as she straddled him and presented her vulva. Eagerly he grasped her cheeks, pulled her close and began probing her secret places. His tongue darted and probed deep into her. He sucked and nibbled on her labia and thrust deep within her. Miki arched her back and pushed his head between her legs. "Moooore!" she moaned. Her breath came in short gasps as she came. He quickly shifted position, positioned himself behind her and began thrusting deep within her with long unhurried strokes. "Oooh! Deeper! Do it!" she cried and bucked in the throes of her passion. He plunged deeper within her, racheting up the pace! He cruelly grabbed her hips and pounded his cock inside her! Miki writhed like a fish impaled on a stick, she clawed at the linens on the bed and screamed as together they came in one shuddering moment and sprawled exhausted on the bed. Miki was the first to recover. She sat on the edge of the bed and using a wet tissue wiped up the cum that leaked out of her well used pussy. He looked at her sideways and slowly traced the contours of her hip with his hand. It seemed as if she was going to say something but, then she smiled, leant over and kissed him. He looked at her, chuckled and said "Ready for round two?" To which she replied "That would be nice" but was interrupted by a buzzing "I think we are out of time..." Ten minutes later they were back on the street. Miki turned to him, handed him a card with her name and SMS mail address on it and said "Call me." She smiled and walked away. A Dish Best Served Cold Just a quickie for the LW crowd. I usually write at the other end of the spectrum in that category, so I thought I'd put something together for those who want to see the cheating bitch get her just desserts. If you're expecting hot, nasty sex then I suggest you don't bother reading this submission. There's some stuff in it, but it's mainly to describe the scene that confronts the [anti] hero. If you want to leave feedback on it you can PM me on Lit, leave a Public Comment below, or email. If you want a reply or response, then email is best. There might be typos and other errors in the text, if there are any remaining after I check the piece a few times, then I can only apologise. I hope you enjoy the following; it was fun to write. GA -- Langkawi, Malaysia, 21st January 2013. She thought I didn't know. Lynda left the house at half past seven in the evening, kissing me on the cheek like she had done every Thursday for the past three months. "Just going to see Cynthia," she lied as she rolled her eyes and then walked out of my study on those long legs and a waft of perfume. The problem is, for her, that one Thursday night I ran out of smokes and walked the five minutes to the big supermarket in the mall. I'd picked up a latte -- a recent discovery of mine, I was a hardened black-coffee man until I succumbed to the lure of the latte -- and was just on my way out of the shopping complex when I saw Cynthia down by the cash-point. At first I was sure I'd made a mistake, but when I went closer, just to be sure, I found that I'd been correct, it was Cynthia. That led me to wondering where Lynda was. If she wasn't with Cynthia, then where in the hell was she? Something held me back, stopped me from approaching Cynthia, and I later realised that I'd known then, even at that early stage and despite the shock, that Cynthia would be aware that she was an alibi for Lynda and would warn my wife if I challenged her in the mall. I walked out of the place, reeling, my head in a spin and I had this awful, greasy slide of suspicion in my guts. The questions ran through my mind, a sushi train of the same old fishy smell over and over and over. The main questions being, where did Lynda go on Thursday nights and what did she do? I had an inkling, of course I did. Lynda took at least an hour to get ready for her Thursday night appointments, and like an arse I'd been too naive and innocent and trusting to question why she went to all that trouble, the clothes and the make-up, just to sit in a pub with her friend. The answer was fucking obvious, she had another bloke on the go -- what other explanation could there be? With hindsight I wish I'd never followed her a couple of weeks later, there are some things that can turn a man's stomach, so corrosive and bitter that he can get so bent up that it twists his character and turns him into someone he isn't. But I did follow her, and I saw it all. And I suppose I'm better off for knowing, but it has taken a while to recover. "See you later," Lynda whispered in my ear as she leaned over me and read the text on the computer screen. "Wow," she breathed. "It looks like you've got a nasty character there." Without looking at her I replied, "Yep, although he's actually the good guy, but it seems his wife's been sleeping with another man. He's pretty pissed off and I'm just expressing how he feels -- how he wants to take both their cheating arses and stick them in the boot of a car and put them through the crusher at the scrap-yard." "A touch extreme," Lynda responded, her hand resting on my shoulder as I sat in my chair and stared at the words of my latest novel. "But I suppose that makes for an interesting character in a book." She sighed and stood upright after bending over my shoulder to read my work. "Right, I'd better get off." I turned in time to catch the eyeroll. "Cynthia's got man trouble," Lynda lied, right to my face. She swanned off in twirl of a canary yellow dress that complimented her light tan and blonde hair. I stood in on the second floor of the house and looked out of the big window while Lynda faffed around, lowering the top of her little Peugeot cabriolet, putting a pair of huge sunglasses onto her face, checking her make-up for the third time in the rear-view mirror before finally driving off. The night I first followed her, a week after seeing Cynthia the alibi in the mall, I was out of the house in seconds and into the old VW Golf. I kept the car because I'm a sentimental fool and couldn't bear to part with it. I'd had that car since before my first book; it was my good luck charm, a talisman. It was also the place I'd courted and won my wife. I nostalgically recalled picnics up on the moors and a hundred other adventures out in that car, some of them pretty dirty -- risky sex in public places had turned Lynda on. We'd spent one summer doing most of our fucking outdoors with that car somewhere in the background. Following at a discreet distance I tailed the silver Peugeot for twenty minutes until, eventually, Lynda turned off the main road and took a B-road that skirted around the periphery of Gatwick airport. The light traffic on that stretch meant I had to drop back, but I tried to keep the flash of silver in view as we drove around the English countryside, along narrow lanes and past quintessentially English pubs with beer gardens filled with happy people enjoying the late summer sunshine. I cursed when I realised I'd lost sight of Lynda's car. After flooring the Golf and speeding along for a mile or so I came to the conclusion that she must have turned off down a side road of some description. I turned the Golf around in a pub car park and quickly reached the point I'd lost contact with the Peugeot. Driving slowly along, retracing our route, I carefully examined both sides of the road for any sign of a turn off. Nothing. I cursed again when I came to a point where I knew I'd seen the silver car ahead of me. She couldn't have just disappeared; I must have missed the road. This time my heart quickened and my chest filled with dread when I saw the track. Lynda had to be along that lane. Did I really want to know? I sat there with my knuckles white as my fingers clenched the steering wheel, only moving when I heard the sound of an engine approaching behind me. What made up my mind to investigate further along that leafy track was the fact that the approaching car, rather than overtaking me and driving on, slowed and turned down the lane. Whoever it was must have been aware of the track's existence since it was bloody difficult to spot when driving past. I found a place to park the Golf a few hundred yards down the road and went back on foot. By then the light had begun to fade, the onset of dusk that signalled the end of a late August day, but I knew I had about twenty minutes of decent light left to conduct a reconnaissance. Another car coming along the track behind me made me step into the woods and hide behind a tree. There seemed to be a lot of traffic down this lane, which had me wondering why and what the hell kind of business Lynda had to bring her here. After ten minutes of slowly advancing along the lane I came to a clearing. There were seven cars parked there, Lynda's silver Peugeot being one of them. I recognised a large Mercedes among the vehicles clustered in this out of the way spot. It belonged to the husband of one of Lynda's friends, a bloke I'd met a few times at barbecues and parties. What the hell were Lynda and Simon Baxter doing out there? I soon had my answer. Every sickening detail of that moment of realisation is imprinted on my mind -- an indelible stain of depravity that I can't wash out. My wife, my beautiful, sexy, and by then mostly naked Lynda sat in her car, with the door wide open while she sucked on Simon Baxter's cock. At first I thought I was dreaming or that I had somehow become one of my own fictional characters, but, oh no, the hideous, disturbing scene was real enough. My wife was the centre of attention at a dogging site. I'd read about doggers and dogging on the internet. The origins of the euphemistic term dogging aren't clear, but what was pretty fucking clear to me that night was that dogging meant a load of men standing around watching, and occasionally joining in if invited, a couple engaged in some kind of sex act. That night, shocked and numb with grief I watched my wife suck Simon Baxter's dick before she climbed out of the car, her tits hanging over the cups of her bra, as she leaned over the bonnet and took Simon Baxter's cock from behind. "Wank those cocks, boys," my wife called out before her head lolled forward and she groaned. Simon Baxter had moved behind Lynda, yanked her underwear aside, and had slid balls deep into her in one thrust. Lynda's fingers clawed at the smooth metal as Simon fucked into her, his own fingers digging into the flesh of my wife's hips. I felt sick; I'd held Lynda like that; I'd fucked her and heard her groan just like that cunt did to her in that God-awful clearing in the woods. My wife called out, gasping and groaning for more cocks. The men gathered closer, huddling in a semi-circle, some jacking at an erection while a couple had Lynda's hands around their dicks. She sucked two cocks after squatting on Simon Baxter's upright stalk while he lay on a blanket. I stared at her riding the man's cock while she cranked one in her fist and sucked the other, swapping her attention between the two as the men grunted and pushed their fingers through my wife's hair. "Come for me, boys," she cried, and then gave a yelp of delight and triumph as the dick in her hand spat its load of viscous spunk over my wife's face. "More," Lynda urged after slurping the guy clean, her tongue all over the oozing knob-end. "All of you wank over me," she gasped, smearing the ejaculate over her face. I heard Simon Baxter grunt and announce he was coming. Lynda kept him inside her cunt and took his seed while a second man squirted jizm over her breasts. I couldn't take any more of the filth and depravity, stumbling away back down the track when I saw my wife kneel on the blanket, Simon Baxter's muck dribbling out of her opening as she offered her body to anyone. A man knelt behind her and groaned as he slid his hard-on into the porridge sliding from Lynda's pussy. Somehow I made it back to the Golf and lit a cigarette with trembling hands. I smoked three more, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes had seen. It just couldn't be real. Not my wife, not Lynda. The sound of engines and the sight of headlights flickering through the trees told me the obscenity had ended, and so I started the car and drove home, my head full of what I'd witnessed. An hour and a half later I heard the motor on the garage door hum. Lynda was home. "How is she?" I called when my wife came upstairs and headed for the shower in our bedroom. Without coming to see me Lynda called back that Cynthia was OK now, that they'd had a good talk and a drink and that Lynda had given her friend some sound advice. I had half a mind to storm into the en-suite and challenge the bitch, to confront her and demand to know what the fuck was going on. I wanted to see her face when I told her I knew what a disgusting slut she was, how I'd watched her putting it out for those men, but I couldn't be sure I wouldn't push her face through the shower screen and just start beating with my fists. Revenge is a dish best served cold. So I waited and I planned. Three weeks later I followed Lynda again. This time, instead of dogging it seemed that she was only meeting Simon Baxter for some vanilla hotel sex. I noticed the Mercedes was already there when I tailed Lynda into the car park of a Premier Inn near the airport. My wife parked up and left the Peugeot as she walked quickly towards the entrance to the hotel, the hem of the flattering yellow dress flicking at the back of her legs. When she was inside I picked up my mobile phone from the seat next to me and made a call. Two and a half hours later I waited in the Golf outside a pair of solid iron gates. It was dark and I was on the edge of an industrial complex outside Crawley. A van drove towards me, its headlights winking out as it approached. A man got out of the van and unlocked a huge padlock that secured a chain that in turn held the iron gates closed. The clattering of the chain links through the gates set of furious barking from behind the high, graffiti patterned fence that surrounded the complex within. The man drove the van through the gates and, after soothing the two vicious Rottweiler guard dogs, beckoned me inside. The place smelled of old oil, and I saw old skeletons of cars and vans and trucks piled according to someone's plan around the periphery of the site. A crane stood outlined against the sulphurous yellow light from the streetlamps outside the fence, its long shadow stark on the stained and gritty concrete floor of the yard. The man opened the twin doors at the rear of the van, and when I looked inside the rusty shell, bundled inside among the scrap and a spare tyre were Simon Baxter and my unfaithful wife. Both of them blinked at the light shining into their faces as the pair looked out of that pit like a couple of moles. Their eyes widened when they saw me standing there when the man, non-too-gently hauled them out into the cool night air. Simon Baxter tried to speak through the gag twisted between his teeth, struggling against the cord that bound his wrists, but I stepped forwards quickly and shut him up with a satisfying punch in the solar plexus. I enjoyed seeing him crumple onto the concrete as he gasped for air, and I contemplated kicking his teeth out just for the sheer fucking pleasure of it. "Get them into the workshop," I said quietly to my accomplice, who duly complied with a little bit of pushing and shoving and a dig in Mr Baxter's kidneys. "What the fucking hell is going on?" Lynda spat, her eyes flashing fire when the gag came off. "Shut up, you treacherous cunt," I muttered, and the ice in my tone and the uncharacteristic swear word must have made an impact because my wife did exactly that. "Look at that," I scoffed. "You've got that pretty dress all oily." Then I rounded on her again, all aggressive and snarling. "I followed you a few weeks ago. To a nice little picnic spot in some woods near the airport. You had a lot to eat that night, Lynda," I said, the anger beginning to boil inside me. "How many cocks did you suck?" I went up close to where she sat in an old wooden chair and leaned over so my face was right in hers. "I watched you fucking this wanker." Simon Baxter grunted around the gag when I punched the side of his head. "I saw you kneel down with his spunk dripping out of your cunt and offer yourself to the next one in line." My voice was low and dangerous and I knew I was scaring the bitch silly, which was just what I wanted. "Please," she began. "He seduced me. I get carried away with the thrill of it. That's all. It didn't mean anything. It was just some excitement. Simon suggested it and it sounded dirty and ... and fun." Ignoring her I carried on with my little speech. I wanted her to know, I wanted both of them to know just what they'd done. "You fucked two of them that I saw, Lynda, neither with a condom. You just let them shoot their muck into your dirty cunt. You could have fucked me with that filthy snatch of yours. Who knows what kind of fucking disease you might be carrying up your fanny? "How do you think that makes me feel, eh? You can let some random wanker stick his dick into you, let God knows how many of those fuckers dump their load into you, and then you come home ... you come to our fucking home, Lynda, the one we shared together ... You come home to ME and then tell me some fucking bullshit about your mate Cynthia, and all the time you've got laughing boy's cream inside you ..." The spittle sprayed from my lips as I felt myself winding tighter and tighter. Lynda yelped and gasped, looking at me with hurt and disbelief in her eyes after I slapped her face. "No," Lynda groaned when I raised my hand again. "It's over, Lynda," I breathed, my legs and hands trembling as my chest heaved with exertion and emotion. "Yes," my wife blurted. "OK, I won't see him again. I promise. Just untie me and we can go home and talk about it all. We could get away, go away together somewhere nice and talk and make it better." She looked at Simon Baxter whose eyes looked like lamps in his face. "He won't say anything about you having us kidnapped, will you Simon?" The twat made some noise through his gag, shaking his head as he implored with his eyes. "You sure you won't tell anyone, Simon?" I asked, giving him a little slap on his temple. "I mean, if I let you go you'd be pretty well inclined to run to the rozzers, eh? You sure you wouldn't have the police onto me?" Turning my attention to my errant spouse I stared at Lynda like she was a looney tune. "You're kidding, eh? You expect me to take you on some nice fucking holiday so we can talk about this? Of course," I slapped a palm against my forehead in a parody of forgetfulness. "Of course we can take a nice little trip, the two of us. We can drink and talk and fuck, eh, Lynda." I leaned low over her again and she flinched. "But the thing is I wouldn't be able to leave you alone for a moment without wondering if you were fucking the pool cleaner or the waiters or the bloody barman. You'd probably have your knickers off for the fucking pilot on the plane flying out to this lah-lah fantasy island you can see us talking this little problem away on. Is that what you want to do, Lynda? Talk about what a dirty, unfaithful slag you are?" I heard a scrape of heavy boots on the floor behind me and came back to the ground after letting my anger fly high. I turned to see the van driver looking at me, his tattooed arms folded across his chest. "Shall I get the Golf?" he asked. Sighing, sickened and bowed by what Lynda had done, by what I was about to do, I nodded. "Yeah, go and get it." "What's going on?" Lynda asked, her voice tremulous. "I met that bloke when I was doing that research for the outlaw biker book. Remember that character, Lynda?" My wife nodded with her eyes full of fear. "Well, this bloke is the model for the guy in the book. When I discovered that you and this cunt ..." I punched Simon Baxter's nose and saw it piss blood when his head jerked back violently. "... When I saw what you did behind my back out in the woods like a couple of perverted elves I got in touch with him again and asked if he'd like to earn some money." The Golf pulled into the forecourt and the man got out. He went to the rear of the car and opened up the door of the hatchback. "What are you going to do?" Lynda warbled when the man walked back into the workshop. "I'm not going to do anything," Lynda, darling." I nodded to my accomplice. "But my biker friend is. First he's going to give you a good fucking while Baxter watches. Maybe he'll fuck your arse too." I shrugged. "After that I think you'll both be in the back of the Golf. Mr Baxter there might be missing his tackle by then, I think I told my mate to cut off Simon's balls and stuff them in his mouth." I sighed and tutted, shaking my head side to side when Baxter went berserk, his gag muffling his squeals of terror as he thrashed about on the floor. "I'll miss that car more than I'll miss you," I said, walking away while my biker friend jammed Lynda's mouth with the gag. Heading for the gates I called back over my shoulder, "I'll be fucking crushed without it ..."