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Psychological Payback Pt. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Chapter One

Vanessa had reached that stage in her life where she believed that she might never marry ... never have any kids. After all, at 35, her best child bearing days would soon be behind her. But it wasn't like she was yet desperate when William Wright came into her life and swept her off her feet.

William seemed to be a successful businessman, just two years older than Vanessa, and he was handsome too. They quickly found a mutual attraction to each other and as their romance blossomed, they discovered that they both wanted marriage – to the right person – and they both wanted at least one, maybe two, children.

How Vanessa's life turned around from the moment that she met William. She had had her share of boyfriends ever since her teen years, but none that ever stayed around long enough to develop the sort of relationship that she now enjoyed with William. They were married a year after they met, he had already moved into the apartment that she owned.

Vanessa thought it strange that a 38-year-old man would not have accumulated some savings or a property by this stage in his life, She occasionally wondered what he had done with all of his money. He was earning $100,000+ a year. William's only explanation was to say that he hadn't always been so successful in business or earned such a good wage. Vanessa had wanted to pry further into his financial past, but whenever she raised the subject, her new husband quickly closed the door on it.

She came off the pill as soon as they had set the wedding date, so that by the second month of their marriage, they had the good news that she was pregnant. A son came into their lives and Vanessa managed to get 12 months maternity leave to stay home and care for Anthony, their new bundle of joy.

Just before Vanessa was due to return to work, with the baby now 9 months old, she received a letter from her home mortgage company, advising that she was behind in her payments and could she please bring the overdue amount up to date as soon as possible. Naturally, she was shocked to find that William had not been maintaining the payments while she was not earning. She had established such a great credit rating in the years before marrying William.

That night, she confronted her husband. He tried to fob her off with spurious excuses that didn't wash with Vanessa. Finally, at around midnight, he confessed to his wife that he was a gambling addict. It turned out that this was why he had never accumulated any savings or property through almost twenty years of working and earning money.

He broke down and sobbed, telling his wife that he would overcome his addiction for the sake of his marriage and his family. He pleaded for her support and forgiveness. She gave it without question, offering to take over control of their finances, but he was reluctant to go that far. That was the first warning bell that Vanessa ignored.

With her not having worked for a year and the mortgage payments now way overdue, they were forced to sell her apartment and move into rented premises. Nevertheless, it was a nice apartment and they managed to maintain a decent lifestyle. When Vanessa returned to work, she had to organise childcare for their son. Fortunately, her mother lived nearby and took him three days a week. On the other two days, he went to day-care. Vanessa paid for that from her bank account, just as she did for the private school fees when, at five, Anthony started school.

Over the years, there were several occasions when Vanessa found their joint finances perilously short of funds. Each time, William would confess to going back on his repeated assurances that he would mend his ways. She kept forgiving him, telling herself that his addiction was a sickness. Just as well, she thought, for her own bank account that contained the remnants of the funds from the sale of her apartment and her weekly wage. 

By 2008, with Vanessa now 45, William 47 and Anthony 8, they were existing most of the time on her income and her savings, such was William's compulsion to blow all of his money on gambling. He was banned from the local casino, but he had got in with an illegal bookie who allowed him credit to phone up bets on horse races, football games, whatever contest occurred between two or more people or animals.

Vanessa might now be 45, but she looked after herself extremely well, putting in three days a week at the gym and always dressing well to look good. She had jet black hair and she wore it shoulder length. Her breasts were still amazingly firm in spite of her having fed Anthony from them for 12 months, and she had the longest nipples of anyone she knew.

William loved those long nipples of hers, but his gambling addiction had placed a strain on their lovemaking and intimate moments between them had become few and far between. She had always been quite a sensual woman and she found that she did miss regular orgasms, although not enough to stray from her marriage. Despite the unreliability of his financial failings, she found she still loved William.

2008 was a bad year, in that when the Global Financial Crisis hit toward the end of the year, Vanessa was quickly cut back to two days a week at her job. This would place an even greater strain on her income and savings. Forced into a corner, she at last gave William the final ultimatum that she should have issued years before. He had to assign all financial matters over to her so that she could hopefully steer them through this troubled time.

The problem with that was that while William reluctantly agreed to have his wife take charge of their finances, he never confessed that he still owed the bookie $25,000.

Chapter Two

A private school education for Anthony was probably an indulgence that they could have done without. But he was their only child and they both wanted only the best possible education for him, so they persevered despite the high prices the school charged.

When Vanessa lost three days a week from her job, she decided to use some of her spare time to volunteer at the school canteen. She did enjoy helping out there, but she also figured that volunteer mothers would be looked on favourably by the school management. It just might assist Anthony if he was ever struggling in a subject. She never knew what other effects it might have at the school.

She had met the principal several times over the years, usually one-on-one sessions to discuss Anthony's progress and at least once previously to discuss the school fees being overdue. Vanessa quite liked him, he was a handsome sandy-haired man, with very baby-faced looks that made it difficult to judge his age. One of the canteen mums told her that he was in his late thirties.

The canteen was a hot spot for school gossip, like what teachers to not let your son be left alone with. There was always the suspicion of paedophilia among some of the teachers in an all-boys primary-age school. There was never any suggestion made that way about the principal ... instead the gossip around him was that his marriage had recently broken up. All the canteen mums thought of him as a bit of a spunk, so there were all these suggestions of how they could help him through this distressing time. Mainly fantasy from rich women with too much time on their hands.

One morning, Vanessa was running late for canteen duties. She was half running down the corridor and cut a corner a bit too sharply, disregarding the possibility that someone may be coming the other way. There was someone – the principal – and Vanessa literally crashed into him, her body becoming enveloped within his strong arms. She hung there momentarily, feeling protected by his firm hold around her. But then she collected her thoughts and realised that she shouldn't be seen to be standing in the corridor in the embrace of the principal.

She stammered in her embarrassment, "I ... err ... I ... I'm so sorry, Mr. Wilson ... I ... err ... I should have been watching more closely where I was going."

He still held her, even as she tried to withdraw her body from the clasp of his arms. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. Wright ... that's the best thing that's happened to me in a while."

Vanessa looked up into his eyes curiously, "Really ... why so?"

"To get to hold the most beautiful mother at the school to stop her from falling over. I'd say that's made my day ... my week. Should I push it for making my month? You may have heard, I haven't had too many good ones lately."

Vanessa looked blankly at the principal. She didn't know whether to admit that she had heard the gossip in the canteen about his separation from his wife.

"Surely you've heard," he went on. "My wife ran off with another man, sort of shakes you up, leaves you vulnerable. Accidentally hugging a beautiful woman is therapy for me."

Vanessa felt awkward, still standing in the arms of the principal as he began to pour his heart out about his marriage breakdown. She was saved by the bell ... the school bell that suddenly rang shrilly right above them. They broke apart awkwardly, each looking a little embarrassed.

"Err ... yes, I did hear about that, Mr. Wilson. I am so sorry for you."

"Shit happens, Mrs. Wright ... it's just that sometimes it's a bloody big turd."

Vanessa was shocked by his crude assessment of this turn in his life. He obviously saw the dismay on her face and moved to correct himself. "I'm sorry, perhaps that was a bit blunt. Please forgive me."

Then, he was gone, the principal scurrying away down the corridor, leaving Vanessa stunned by the brief conversation that had transpired. Had he really called her 'the most beautiful mother at the school?' Wow, that was a big call, she had seen heaps of mothers whose looks she admired and who she thought were prettier than her. Vanessa wondered if that might be a line that he used regularly, or did she have a secret admirer?

A week later, Vanessa received a call from the principal's PA, asking her to come and see Mr. Wilson re a private matter. Vanessa was curious and duly made a time for an appointment. For much of the week since her collision with the principal, she had pondered over his comment. Despite the years of frustration in dealing with her husband's addiction, she had never even looked seriously at another man. That was in spite of being hit on by a few of her husband's supposed friends over the years. She had declined all of their approaches.

So it was with a slight tinge of excitement that she went to visit the principal. She even dressed up for the occasion and he reacted accordingly, "Good morning Mrs. Wright, goodness me, you look exceptionally good today."

She thanked him and took a seat near to his desk, crossing her leg over the other and allowing her dress to slip back and reveal her knee and some degree of upper thigh. She wasn't quite sure how much she was showing, but she noted that he seemed to approve as he looked quite blatantly in that direction.

After some pleasantries about the weather, the principal got to the point that was, unfortunately, to ask whether she and her husband would soon be able to bring the school fees up to date. "I am embarrassed to have to ask you like this," said the principal, "but I can only stave off the board for so long. They will want me to take some action if you can't pay something soon."

Vanessa should have realised that he would be asking about the overdue fees soon, although she had daydreamed that he might want to talk to her socially. Despite all of the debt that her husband had put them into over the years, Vanessa seldom confessed to anyone about his gambling problem. But this day, she felt compelled to let it all out. 

She went through all of the emotions in Mr. Wilson's office with the door closed. She told the whole story, even admitting to the principal that she at last was considering whether her marriage would survive if William did not get professional help soon. She hadn't even mentioned that possibility to her own mother and she wondered if her admission was possibly connected to his compliment of last week.

After confessing her plight, she promised to get the fees up to date somehow. Mr. Wilson gave her some tissues to dry her eyes and then he surprised her by inviting her to lunch. "Mrs. Wright, I am having a little lunch here next Tuesday, I would like you to join me."

"But isn't that in the school vacation time."

"Yes it is, but that doesn't mean the principal takes a vacation."

"Oh, very well, I would love to. Thank you."

Tuesday came around and she headed off to school. Her first surprise was to see no other cars in the car park. 'Must be a small gathering,' thought Vanessa as she entered the school and proceeded down the corridor to the principal's office. She knocked on the door.

"Come in, please," called Mr. Wilson from inside.

She entered, finding the principal stepping forward from behind his desk to greet her. "Am I the first here?" she asked, looking around and noticing a picnic basket sitting on his coffee table.

"Oh dear, I guess I did not explain myself very well. Mrs. Wright, you are the only one invited for lunch today. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no ... that's very nice," she said, finding herself stammering again, unsure of how to take the fact that she had been invited here alone with the principal for lunch.

It turned out that he had prepared a sumptuous meal at home, wrapped it all in foil to keep it warm, packed it in the picnic basket along with a cool bottle of white wine.

"It's such a nice day, Mrs. Wright, why don't we make this into a real picnic and eat outside on the oval?"

So they did, on the grass, just the two of them. They didn't talk about Anthony and his schooling at all. They didn't discuss the delinquent payment of the school fees. No, they just talked about his sorrow and grief at losing his marriage and about how she was sticking it out in her own. He dared to make veiled suggestions of how he was looking for a woman just like her, but she let them fly by without comment.

They both had a wonderful time, she enjoyed the social company of another man after ten years with William. It also buoyed her confidence that a younger man of 39 appeared to be so attracted to her at 45. Twice she told him she had to go, but the principal seemed reluctant to have this date end. At last, he conceded that they must call it a day.

"I have to tell you, Mrs. Wright, that this has been one of the best days of my life. You are a truly wonderful woman ... attractive and very intelligent. I would consider it a treat to have you as a friend ... a close friend." He was by now holding her hand and Vanessa wondered if he was going to kiss her. She figured he wanted to, but appeared shy.

"Perhaps you should call me Vanessa if we are going to be close friends, Mr. Wilson," she told him, tightening her grip in his hand.

"You're quite right, Vanessa. Oh, where are my manners? I am Colin."

She made to shake his hand that still held hers and she saw his head coming forward, his lips puckering. At the point of impact, she quickly turned her head and offered her cheek for him to plant his kiss. He looked disappointed as he withdrew from the chaste kiss on the cheek.

Two days later, Colin Wilson called Vanessa at work – she worked Mondays and Thursdays only under her employer's new tighter fiscal arrangements. "Could I buy you a drink tomorrow, around lunchtime, perhaps down at the Sheraton."

"I don't know, Mr. ... err, Colin. I am a married woman and I really should go on behaving like one. That lunch you did on Tuesday was so nice, but I don't want to encourage you to think that there might be something more between us."

The principal decided to deal an ace to the gambling addict's wife. "Vanessa, I actually wanted to talk to you about the school fees, I have a plan that might help you out."

Vanessa's voice brightened, "Oh okay Colin, what time then?"

"I thought about one, if that's alright with you, okay?"

While Vanessa had made it known to Anthony's principal on the phone that he should not expect that she would want their relationship to go any further, she sent mixed signals by dressing to please for their second lunch date. 'Mind you,' she thought, 'he did only mention a drink, he didn't say anything about lunch.'

Punctually right on one o'clock, she walked into the ground floor bar at the Sheraton and cast her eyes around the room, looking for the school principal. There he was, perched on a stool at the end of the bar. She walked forward and he eased himself off the stool to greet her.

"Vanessa, you have outdone yourself yet again, you look stunning today."

Vanessa blushed, "Thank you, you're very kind."

"No, I mean it, you look sensational. I hope a little bit of this was for me."

She frowned at him, "Colin, I did say to you that you should not expect that there was anything between us by my coming here today."

"No, I don't, really. I am just very pleased to see you, Vanessa. Here, take my stool."

He offered his hand to help her ease her arse up onto the high stool at the bar, her skirt riding up to mid thigh as she did so. Colin took full advantage of the situation, his eyes looking down to admire the large expanse of her upper thighs that came into view. When she was settled up on the stool, he chose to stand close alongside her.

"What would you like to drink, my dear?"

"Just a glass of white wine would be nice, Colin."

He ordered her wine and another beer for himself. 

"So," she started, eager to get straight to the point. "I am intrigued ... you said you had a plan to help out with our school fees."

"Your school fees," he seemed very pointed in correcting her. "I wouldn't aim to give any sort of assistance to a gambling addict, but I would for you. You're the victim of this man's addiction and he's dragging you down with him."

"I have chosen to stay with him," she responded defensively.

"True, and you deserve the greatest respect for showing him more than he shows you."

She was becoming aggressive in response to his own tone, "He is sick, Colin, it is an illness."

The principal mellowed, sensing her annoyance and attempting to lighten the mood for his offer. "Vanessa, my position at the School grants me certain privileges that I can bestow on students. I wanted to offer you a scholarship for Anthony, backdated to the start of this school year. All school fees would be waived until the end of this school year."

Vanessa's face lit up and she broke into a huge warm smile, "Colin, could you really do that for me? This is not some kind of joke, is it?"

"No, I am deadly serious, Vanessa. I like you very much and I want to do something meaningful so that you can keep your son at our School."

He was so close to her, standing beside her stool and she was so excited that she reached both hands up to his face and clamped them on his cheeks, holding his head steady as she planted a big kiss square on his lips. By holding his face in her hands, she thought that she was controlling the kiss. But he quickly wrapped his closest arm around her and held her tightly to him while his lips parted ... his tongue forcing her lips to part and accept that the kiss had changed to a French kiss.

She felt so relieved that a huge financial burden had been lifted from her that she didn't resist Colin's tongue as it painted her own and slid over and around her teeth and gums. It's just that it went on so much longer than she thought was necessary. Vanessa thought that Colin assumed that his grand financial gesture was worth stealing a long kiss. She also thought it probably was, so she let it run its course without protest.

She was panting when his tongue at last withdrew from her mouth and she found her own tongue licking her lips. "That was very nice," he told her breathlessly, his mouth close to her ear, almost whispering. "I booked a room," he told her quietly.


Psychological Payback Pt. 01



"What?" she asked, looking incredulously into his eyes. "You did what?"

Colin was shocked by her negative reaction, having anticipated that she might have been more appreciative, "I ... err ... I booked a room here ... at the hotel."

"What for?" her voice incredulous at his audacity and presumption. "Are you expecting me to have sex with you as compensation for you arranging the scholarship?"

The principal had expected that Vanessa would be much more appreciative of his grand gesture. He now needed to be careful how he answered for fear of offending this beautiful woman. "No Vanessa, my booking the room has nothing to do with the offer of the scholarship."

"Well, it seems strange to me that you mentioned the room right after telling me about the scholarship."

"No, those two events were separated by you kissing me quite passionately. I just thought that we had a really lovely time together on our picnic on Tuesday. I mean, we got on so well and ... well, my marriage is over and your marriage should be. And then, you told me how you and your husband don't have satisfying sex any more ... and you arrive here looking a million bucks. I'm sorry Vanessa, I was just jumping ahead ... I am so lonely without a partner and you need a good one too. We would be good for each other."

Vanessa was confused ... was that all correct or did he just expect that she would put out for his helping with her money problems? "Colin, please ... I need a moment to think. Can you just excuse yourself for a moment?"

Colin looked surprised, "What ... you want me to go outside?"

"I don't mean to be rude, Colin ... but this is all happening so fast. Could you just leave me alone with my glass of wine and my thoughts for ... I don't know, maybe ten minutes. I can think more clearly if you're not around me."

Colin was worried that he had gone too far. He couldn't decide whether to pitch the room idea again, trying to make it sound more palatable ... or retract the offer for fear of offending her. He tried the latter, "Vanessa, I am so sorry if I offended you by suggesting the room..."

She placed a hand on his arm to halt his apology, "Colin, I didn't say no, I just said that I have to think about it. Will you please give me a few minutes?"

"Oh okay! I'm cool about that, take all the time you want, I'll just be over there."

The principal walked away, leaving Vanessa alone with her thoughts. This was huge, she had been faithful to William for all of the ten years she had known him, had never thought about straying. So, the fact that she wanted time to consider Colin's offer meant that she could see possibilities in going up to his hotel room. But would she be doing it because she now wanted to be in the arms of another man ... or simply because she felt an obligation to pay Colin off with sexual favours for offering the free scholarship? 

Vanessa was not sure that she could have the clear judgement to decide that while sitting in a bar, nursing a glass of white wine and her lips and mouth still tingling from his kiss. She wrestled with her dilemma for all of the ten minutes that she had asked him for, even getting the bartender to refill her glass. That would either make the decision easier or help by deadening her senses to cope with her intended adultery.

Colin reappeared when he thought that she must have made up her mind. "Have you had enough time?" he asked.

Vanessa turned to look at him. Then, not saying a word, she picked up her purse and slid down off the stool. Colin's eyes watched intently as her skirt rode up even further, revealing most of her thigh, the hem stopping just below her crotch. She began to head for the exit of the bar. Colin was stunned, he didn't know if she was so offended by his suggestion that she was intent on leaving without saying goodbye ... or if she was now in a hurry to go to his room.

He followed her through the doorway of the bar and she turned toward the elevators. When he saw the direction in which she was heading, he hastened to catch up to her and took her arm in his. "Thank you for not taking offence," he whispered in her ear as he strode purposefully to the elevator.

She pressed the UP button and stood impatiently scanning the numbers above the doors. She turned around to face him and said, "I still don't know if I can go through with it when it comes time to take my clothes off ... I just think it's worth giving it a try, for both our sakes, Colin."

He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with lips closed. An elevator door opened and they both entered, riding up to the 14th floor. When the doors opened there, Colin stepped out but Vanessa failed to move. She stood there, like her feet were glued to the elevator floor. "Are you coming?" Colin asked hopefully.

"Not yet, but maybe soon" she said with a naughty giggle, putting the double entendre down to the second glass of wine. She began to move, just beating the closing elevator doors. They walked quite briskly down the hallway to a door where they paused while he fumbled for his room card key and swiped it in the lock.

Vanessa drew a deep breath of courage when Colin stepped back and she entered the hotel room of a man other than her husband for the first time in her married life. Naturally, her eyes were drawn to the queen size bed, it dominated the room. She walked across and placed her handbag down on a corner table and turned to find Colin closing the gap to sweep her into his arms without a moment's hesitation.

She was pulled forward against his body, one of his arms in the middle of her back, pressing her into him ... the second gripping and pressing on one of her arse cheeks. She immediately felt his already stiffened cock pushing against her belly. "Your need feels quite urgent," she said.

"It's been a long while."

"Probably for me too."

"That's why this will be good for both of us."

She could only answer with an unconvincing "Maybe!" before his lips closed on hers, again wet and quickly parting to persuade hers to do the same. She obliged, wanting him to be a good lover and eliminate her anxiety. His kiss was intense and persistent, but it failed to overcome her doubts.

His hand on her arse roamed between each cheek, all the while using his fingers to surreptitiously draw her skirt up higher with each sweep of his hand. So that soon the hem was above her hips and the palm of his hand was massaging her arse cheeks with only her sexy sheer panties separating skin on skin.

Vanessa so wanted to just go with the moment. But even as his tongue explored her open mouth, a nagging thought kept asking 'Is this what I really need to be doing right now?'

She heard the zip of her skirt and felt it pushed over her hips and drop to the floor. The principal's fingers slipped up and into the waistband of her panties, insinuating his index finger down into the soft crease of her arse. Colin was already moaning with pleasure. Vanessa still couldn't decide if she wanted this ... but if she were going to call a halt, it would have to be right now before she reached the point of no return.

The shrill sound of a popular ring-tone on her cell phone signalled an incoming call at this most inopportune moment ... or was it really inopportune?

Their passionate kiss broke abruptly, "Shit, let it go to message," Colin almost screamed in frustration. But Vanessa was already pulling away from him, looking around the room for her handbag that contained the jangling phone. The principal's hand was still inside her panties, his index finger wedged deep between her cheeks, stroking her anus. He was dragged across the room rather than let go.

She checked the caller id and answered the phone, "Hi William, what's up?" trying to sound nonchalant and cheery.

"Where are you, honey ... what are you doing?" William never called to ask such a question, why now, why today? Vanessa panicked, 'does he know something?'

She attempted to disguise her nervousness, "Nothing much, why William?"

"Are you in town?"

She froze again, but on impulse, elected to go with the truth, "Err, yes ... yes I am."

"How about you come to my office and we'll have lunch together?"

"Err ... sorry darling, but it's a bit awkward. I'd love to, but I really can't. I'm out having lunch with one of my girlfriends ... err, Sally ... you know Sally, Ed's wife."

She had plucked a name out of the air before thinking it through. What if William was seeing Ed today? 'Oh, why did I think I could do this and get away with it?' pondered Vanessa.

Her husband seemed to accept her explanation for declining lunch with him, "Oh well honey, another time. Be good!"

'Oh my goodness, my husband signs off with be good while another man has his finger almost inside my arse. What was I thinking?'

She pressed the button to disconnect the call and felt Colin's other hand close over one still clothed breast. "Colin, can you take your finger out of my arse please."

"He's gone babe, you're all clear now ... we don't have to stop."

"Yes we do," Vanessa told him forcefully, reaching a hand around to jerk his hand from out of her panties. "I am out of here, I should never have come. Oh, this is so wrong ... to think that I almost cheated on my husband."

"But this room, I've got it booked all afternoon. Can you at least stay a little longer, please?"

She did consider it. She actually felt sorry for the principal, standing there still fully clothed, but with an obviously raging hard-on still tenting his trousers out in front. But she could not stay and give Colin the chance to talk her into bed. 

She scooped up her skirt and stepped into it. When she had it attached and back into fully clothed position, she stepped within reach of Colin and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. "I'm sorry, Colin ... I really am. I thought I could do this ... you deserve it after what you did for me with the scholarship. But when I heard William's voice ... that was a sign sent to stop me from doing something really stupid."

She spun around and was out of the door before Colin could reply.

Chapter Three

On Monday at work, Vanessa found out that William had deceived her again. A man called and said to Vanessa, "Tell your husband that we are sick of waiting. He needs to come up with the 25 grand within 24 hours ... or we will take recovery action that he won't like."

She was about to tell the man that demand was ridiculous. Where could they get 25 thousand in a day? But he was gone with the click of the phone hanging up.

She slipped away to the ladies room and sat down in a toilet cubicle, peed and cried. Then she got angry and cursed her husband. When she went back to her desk, she picked up the phone and dialled Colin's home number. When she heard his voice say 'Hello', Vanessa said simply, "Colin, I am so sorry about Friday, I panicked when I heard William's voice."

The principal gave a begrudgingly simple, "That's okay! I think I understand."

"Thank you, Colin, I needed to hear you say you understood. Err, would it be alright if I came over to your house tomorrow?"

"What for?" asked Colin, confused.

"For us to do what you wanted to do with me on Friday. I think I would be more comfortable in your bed, not some sleazy hotel room."

She could hear his voice rise by an octave or two in anticipation of what she had just promised, "Really? Do you mean that?"

"It will be a certainty, I guarantee you can have me, Colin."

"What made you change your mind?"

"Let's just say that William has let me down one too many times. How about ten in the morning, then we'll have all day?"

"That's great!" Colin told her cheerfully.

She put down the phone, excited by her spur of the moment decision to let the school principal have her. 

Vanessa was a very punctual lady, so on Tuesday morning, she rang the doorbell of the principal's house at ten on the dot. She had again worn her special underwear, the only set that she considered sexy. It was black and involved stay-up stockings, not pantihose. Over her pretty underthings, she wore a smart lime green dress that many would describe as elegant. With her 5'7" height, she carried off the look well.

Colin threw open his front door grandly, greeting this special parent with a Cheshire cat like grin that said, 'I'm about to get laid and I can't wait.'

"Well, look at you," she observed, matching his infectious grin with a smile of her own, "Aren't you the happy one?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You're about to make me a very happy man."

"Nothing's happened yet, I might chicken out like yesterday."

Colin's grin slipped, "You did use the words certainty and guarantee."

"Yes I did, Colin. I am a woman of my word." Vanessa sashayed past him, an extra confident wiggle in her walk. "So what will it be? Are we going to sit and talk over a coffee while we get rid of the nerves ... or are you going to whisk me straight into the bedroom?"

She heard him slam the front door shut behind her and begin to follow her. The trouble was she didn't know the layout of his house and she didn't know which way to turn when she reached the far doorway. 

He caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him. "I would like to be subtle and patient enough to offer you the coffee," he told her, "But I want you so much, I don't think I can wait." 

She turned her head and gave him a mischievous grin, "Wouldn't it be fun to sit across a table for half an hour, both of us so shy but knowing what was about to happen ... each of us wondering who is going to make the first move?"

"That might be so if we were both twenty years younger and courting. But this is now, you're here in my home, we're consenting adults and we both know what we want." As if to emphasise his point, he pushed his pelvis hard up against her arse and his hands dropped below her waist for his palms to flatten against her belly, holding her against him. She could feel his hard-on ridging in the still clothed crease of her arse.

"It looks like your lust will overrides any hint of romance. Okay, which way now?"

His arm slipped around her waist and he moved to her side and guided her along the hallway, "This way, Vanessa."

They turned into the last doorway on the right at the end of the hall and it was naturally the master bedroom. Vanessa was pleased to see that he had made the bed, the bed-cover had a feminine touch about it and she guessed it was a leftover from his ex-wife's days in this house.

She was steered by Colin right up to the side of the bed and she turned to find him immediately fitting his body to hers, face to face. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment and then surprised Vanessa with an apology, "I'm sorry, I'm rushing you, aren't I? I wish I could be more romantic, but I have wanted you since the first time you came to my office to discuss Anthony's progress in school."

She put a finger up to his mouth to silence him, "Don't be sorry, I'm okay with this. In fact, it's probably better for me that it's happening this way. If you had taken half the day to get my clothes off, I might have become more nervous and chickened out again. So Colin, what happens now, would you like me to get undressed?"

"No!" he almost shouted at her, "Let me do it ... please. I want to undress you ... very slowly if I can be patient."

She gave him a warm smile, "Okay!" then stretched her arms out on each side as if saying 'Well, here I am, come and take me.'

Colin began by reaching his hands up behind her neck and drawing down the zipper on the lime green dress. He pulled the material forward, exposing her shoulders, then drew the sleeves down off her arms. The dress slipped to her waist, revealing her compact breasts in a black lace bra. "Nice!" he enthused when he saw the package in black.

"You haven't actually seen them yet."

"I like them already," he told her, pushing the rest of her dress down over her hips, watching intently as more and more of her bare skin was exposed until just a small pair of black panties formed the triangle that covered her pubis.

"I thought this was going to be slow. Have you lost patience already?"

"It will be slow ... when I get down to the good bits."

She surprised him by hooking a thumb into the waistband of her panties and pulling the front down so far that he could see a thin patch of fine hair and her pubic slit starting. "Is this one of the good bits you want to get down to?" She even surprised herself with how forward she was being. She had never wanted to have an affair with anyone, but the latest revelation about the extent of William's debt had pushed her into Colin's arms ... and now she wanted him more than anything.

Her dress had fallen in a heap around her ankles and she stepped out of it, her long legs accentuated by the black stay-up stockings that ended with a thick black elasticised band around her upper thighs.

"Yes, that's the best good bit of all."

"What about you? Should I be undressing you? Having an affair is all so new to me, I don't know what I should be doing."

"It's new to me too ... don't forget I've just come out of a long marriage."

She boldly reached a hand forward and it grasped the length of his cock through the cloth of his trousers. "This feels promising!"

"Oh God, if you touch it, it's gonna go off early. It's been so long since it's felt the inside of a woman's body, I don't think I can trust it."

"Would you like me to use my hand first ... you know, just to take away the urgent need."

"No, please don't. I want my first cum with you to be natural, inside you. Oh, that is unless you want me to pull out before I cum. Are you on birth control?"

She tightened her grip on Colin's hard-on, but didn't stroke it, not knowing how close he might be. "Don't worry Colin, I'm on the pill. You can cum inside me and you won't need those condoms." She had spotted four condoms on the bedside table as she entered the room.

She could hear his sigh of relief and she began to understand how pent up his desire was. "Actually, I have a confession to make," he told her. "After you called yesterday to tell me you wanted to come over, the first thing I did was have a wank. You know, so I wouldn't cum too quickly my first time with you. But I don't know if it worked, because this damn thing's been stiff all morning ... since the middle of the night really."

Colin left her standing in front of him in only her bra, panties, stockings and high heels. In those heels, she was almost his height. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and was in such a hurry that he nearly ripped it off his body, baring his naked chest. She was impressed by his body tone and could see why the canteen mums all liked the principal.

Then his hands dropped to his belt and he unbuckled that and had to brush her hand aside so that he could lower the zipper on the fly of his trousers. They dropped quickly and she looked down to see that all he now wore was a pair of boxers, tented in front by an erection that stood out proudly and horizontally from his body.

Vanessa reached out to grasp it again and she could feel him flinch nervously at her hand's silken touch. "Don't worry, I won't stroke it ... not yet anyway." She looked warmly into his eyes, "Colin, we haven't kissed. Would you kiss me ... please?"

He did as she asked ... tenderly reaching out for her and pulling her toward him, the step she had to take bringing the front of her body tightly up against his. She felt his hard erection pushed upward and flattened against her belly, his tip almost at the height of her navel. His lips were firm, knowing they wanted hers to part without using undue pressure. She was willing to welcome his tongue into her mouth.

The pair mutually enjoyed the wet exploration as first one tongue, then the other, took the ascendancy, seeking to stir an arousal that neither wanted to deny. Their hands too were active. Their bodies were so mashed together at their pelvises that neither set of hands could get between their bodies. Instead, each pair of hands was content to roam unhindered over the opposite's clothed arse. 




Psychological Payback Pt. 01



When a need to breathe caused the intense kissing to pause from time to time, the room was filled with aroused panting and gasping and heavy breathing. A hand from each protagonist sought to slip inside the other's underwear ... an index finger stiffened and intent on probing between the other's arse cheeks.

Their foreplay was brief but intense, the arousal of each body peaking for the same mutual reason ... that it had been months since there had been activity of sexual intercourse. "I want you, Colin," Vanessa was first to verbalise her need that had become extremely urgent.

"Yes, I want you too," the school principal concurred. "Should we get into bed now?"

"You make the decision, Colin ... it's your house and your bed ... you're the man. Do what you want to do ... what you feel like doing."

"Are you ready, Vanessa?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Colin. Yes ... yes, I'm ready!"

Vanessa wanted to be seduced. She needed to be relieved of the prospect of any guilt at having made a decision to cheat on her husband. She wanted this man that she now desired to take full responsibility for their imminent adultery. But he was a placid, timid schoolteacher who would still be with his wife if she hadn't walked out on him.

Pursuing a new woman and bedding her was foreign to him. How many years had it been since he had first pursued his former wife? Seeing how hard this was for Colin to take that final step into bed, Vanessa pulled him with her as she backed onto the bed ... falling on her back and maintaining her arms around his back so that he collapsed on top of her.

Her thighs splayed apart with the fall and she felt his hard-on, still within his boxers, slide deliciously between them, rubbing against her pantie-covered crotch. Vanessa sensed that she was going to have to help him still further to achieve his seduction of her. She moved her hands on his back, sliding them both into the waistband of his boxers and pushing them as far down as she could push them. They caught around his knees.

Colin had to lift up off her body to stand momentarily, the boxers falling away out of sight. Vanessa gazed up from the bed at her new lover and saw his erection for the first time. It looked to be a good size, similar to William's in both length and thickness ... they were both cut too.

"It looks nice, Colin," she told him quietly, attempting to build his confidence.

He looked down on her body, still clad in bra, panties and stockings, all black. He was still nervous and apprehensive. His desire for her had been so strong that he felt that if the knob of his cock touched any part of her body right now, his cum would erupt from its tip. Anxiously, he leaned over this well proportioned mature woman's body and grasped her panties, tugging on them. She lifted her hips to help him get them off her, relieved that he was at last taking the lead.

Colin's eyes probed her pubis, feasting on that intimate part of her body that he had dreamed about so often recently ... a region that was now open and exposed for him to claim. She lifted her upper body to rest on her elbows while her hands reached behind her and released the catch on her bra. Then she pulled it away and now her black stockings were the only covering on her skin.

Colin now had two places to look. "Am I what you expected?" she asked, her eyes warm and welcoming, trying to put him at ease with her desire.

"Better," he told her, placing his knee on the edge of the bed between her knees, his stiff hard-on coming closer to Vanessa's pubis. "You're beautiful ... I would have been content with pretty or attractive, but your body is beautiful. I can't believe I can be so lucky."

She smiled warmly to him at his praise of her body, "I guess we both approve, we're two consenting adults, Colin. There's only one thing more to do." She eased her body further onto the bed so that her legs no longer dangled over the side. He followed her eagerly. She could see the clear juice oozing from the tip of his penis in eager preparation.

He placed a hand down between her legs and he stroked his fingers along the slit between her labia lips, she was already quite wet. "Umm!" he mumbled, seemingly impressed by her arousal.

"I told you I was ready," she said, her body flat on the bed, holding her arms out to beckon him to her. His body closed the gap, moving over hers and she felt the knob of his hard cock lodge right on target within the wet slit. He pushed eagerly, anxious to penetrate her body. He was in the wrong spot and she flinched at the pressure, "Easy ... can I do it?"

"Yes!" he whispered huskily, already becoming delirious at how good this woman's body felt. He felt her fingers grasping his hard cock, pushing his foreskin back, sliding the head up and down along the moisture that was seeping freely from her body. She pushed his hard knob up against her emerging clitoris, then stroked it back down to hover at the entrance to her vagina, before repeating the move again ... and again.

Vanessa sighed each time his cock-head stroked over her clit, but Colin was emitting one continuous moan, caught up in the sensual feel of his cock wallowing within the folds of her wet silky labia.

She wanted to use his cock against her clitoris much more because she was drawing great pleasure from it and she could feel the tingling starting for her ... but still a long way off. But she was also watching Colin's face above hers, his eyes half-closed in obvious pleasure. He appeared to have abandoned any thought of control, he was just letting her take his cock on a thoughtless ride to quick pleasure.

Reluctantly, she pushed his cock-head down to her vaginal opening, locking it into position by folding her legs around the back of his thighs and moving her hands to his arse and pulling his body at her. He needed no further urging and he plunged forward, sinking half his length into her body in one swift move.

"Umm!" she gasped appreciatively at being half filled by the solidity of his cock, although surprised that his progress was not more gradual. "You know what you want and you take it, don't you?"

He pulled his head up to better focus his eyes on her and he prepared her, "I'm sorry, Vanessa, I wanted to be good for you ... but I can't help it. It's gonna be quick, I can't hold back, it's been too long."

She was compassionate in spite of her own urgent needs, "That's okay, Colin. It's been a while for me too, I understand. You just do what feels good, we've got all day, haven't we?"

"Yes ... yes!" he part screamed as she felt him push the rest of his shaft deep inside her, filling her passage completely and then not even pausing to savour the moment before his fucking motions began earnestly. 

He was right, it was quick. Maybe 60 seconds of rapid, firm thrusts as Colin used Vanessa's warm body to seek a lightning fast gratification, his cock all too soon erupting in spasms, his thick cum filling her vagina. She was nowhere near reaching the ultimate satisfaction, but she had quickly resigned herself to that not happening this morning. She had held on with arms and legs and selflessly allowed this man to seek out satisfying his own urgent pleasure ... not that she hadn't enjoyed again having a man – a different man – thrusting into her body.

Colin collapsed upon her body, even while she felt his cock still spurting the last of its cum into her. He slept peacefully atop her while she lay there in a stranger's bed, unable to also sleep by the burden by his weight. Her thoughts roamed over so many things in that next hour or so. Had she been right to go to bed with the school principal? Would he turn out to be a better lover now that she had helped to take the peak off his arousal? How would she feel about what she had just started when she next saw William? And what of the latest threat to their marriage with the bookie calling her to place an ultimatum on his being paid? How seriously should she take that threat and what would the man do if William didn't pay him?

Vanessa glanced across at the clock on the bedside table ... it was 11.45. She tried to manoeuvre Colin's body off hers but only managed to wake him up in the process. Hick cock had become flaccid and had eventually slipped from her body, letting some of his cum trickle down into the crack of her arse and pool in a wet spot on the bed.

Colin lifted up to look at her, "Vanessa, I am so sorry ... that was very rude of me to drop asleep on you. Are you alright?" She nodded that she was. "I wasn't very good, was I?"

"You were okay, Colin," she offered generously. "It's been a while for you, I guess you just got caught up in the moment."

"You're being very nice about it, but simply I was selfish. I just went for my own pleasure and left you high and dry. I will make it up to you, Vanessa ... as soon as I can get this cock of mine up again."

"That would be nice, Colin. It's been quite a while for me too, and what I felt of you was good ... I'd like to feel some more of that. Can I help, would you like me to do something?"

"You shouldn't have to, just the sight of your beautiful body laid out there before me should do it." He dipped his head down, "I haven't even paid homage to your wonderful breasts yet, I can't believe the size of your nipples ... they're fantastic." His mouth closed over one very long nipple and she felt a tingling start.

"Ooh, that's nice!" she urged, her hand reaching for his cock and starting to stroke it gently.

This time, he was far more attentive. He spent a long time, giving intense oral attention to both of her breasts, causing the nipples to become quite hard. His fingers were good, stirring her clit back out from under its hood. All the time, Vanessa was careful not to arouse his cock too far. It grew under the ministrations of her fingers until it was stiff and solid again.

"I think we might be able to do this properly now," he told her and once more he lifted his body up over hers. He dropped his knees down between hers and let his cock slip in between the wet labia lips, soaked from both her own arousal and the remains of his cum from their first venture into adultery. 

He was far more competent this time and Vanessa was content to lay back and let Colin at last take control. He didn't push into her urgently, but instead masterfully stroked his cock-head up and down along her slit, allowing it to touch and tease her emerging clit, stoking the fires deep within her body.

Only when Colin felt that he could hear her arousal in her heavy breathing did he position his hard erection and nudge it gently inside her welcoming passage. He spent time initially only an inch inside her, allowing his cock-head to apply gentle pressure to her g spot with short sharp jabs that had Vanessa panting eagerly. Then, when he sensed that her body was about on the verge of release, he plunged deeply into her vagina, pushing all the way to the hilt, his pubic hair mashed against her pubis.

His next strokes were long and deep, his shaft coming out so far that Vanessa found herself pushing her body up at his, striving to hold his cock-head within her folds. "Are you feeling good now?" he asked just when she sounded like her climax was peaking.

"Oh yes!" she screamed in his ear and followed it with the obvious gasping shrieks of a woman orgasming, her whole lower body humping up under him, the muscles around her vagina gripping his cock furiously.

Despite his having already cum earlier, her passion was so intense that she nearly shook another one out of him. Colin struggled to control his own pleasure as her body bucked and humped erotically beneath him. Seeing her consummate pleasure in the animated movement of her body and the mask of sensual delight on her face brought new-found confidence to Colin and he entered the next phase of their lovemaking enthusiastically.

Rather than rest for Vanessa to come down off her high, Colin maintained his hard driving thrusts, resulting in a second orgasm for her, piled quickly on top of the first before the waves had even receded. Now, Colin couldn't resist her body's carnal urgings of him in her second peak and he felt his balls release his package, cum bursting from the tip of his cock into Vanessa's clutching vagina.

This time, he rolled them onto their sides, still joined and still breathing heavily from their sexual exertions. "Was that a bit better?" he asked, knowing her answer would be positive.

At first, she could only smile, her breathing still laboured. She raised a hand and gave him a thumbs-up gesture. When she at last spoke, her words were enthusiastic, "Colin, you were brilliant ... no other word for it. I don't know if I've ever cum like that before. It was so deep, so intense. It was well worth waiting for. You are a good lover."

"That's what I want to be for you ... I'm glad that you're happy."

"Happy! My God, I am still feeling deep pleasure rumblings inside my body. I don't think I've ever cum twice with any man ... certainly not with William." She had a twinge of remorse, hating that she put her husband down like that. She did still love him, it was just that his gambling addiction had torn their marriage apart, had led her to be in this bed now ... with a man that had just loved her ferociously.

"Do you think we could do it again sometime?" he asked Vanessa.

"How about right now," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.

When the kiss broke, he told her, "We might have to wait a bit, my darling. While it might be your first time to have two orgasms, it's also the first time I've cum twice within hours since I was a teenager. I don't know if I've got another one in me. Can I offer you some lunch instead?"

"Poor substitute, but it will have to do."

They rose, Vanessa pulled her panties on, just for modesty and also to catch the voluminous amount of cum that he had deposited within her vagina. But she stayed bra-less, teasing Colin all through lunch. He would lean over and suck on her long nipples between mouthfuls of food.

After lunch, they went back to bed and both were content to explore each other's bodies without reaching another sexual high. For nearly two hours, they maintained a bubbling gentle arousal from fingers and lips caressing bare skin.

About 3pm, Colin offered for them to try one more fuck, but Vanessa excused him, saying "I'm happy to leave with what we've both enjoyed. If we tried again, one of us may leave unfulfilled. I'd rather have the memory of that passion to remain with me for the next few days.

But would the memory of their passion last even longer than tonight? They parted with a deep and passionate kiss at his front door and Vanessa drove home, but to what? She was driving back to her problems with William and his addiction ... to the threat from the bookie who wants his money today ... and the prospect of returning to her mundane loveless, sexless life.

She parked her car on the driveway and went to the front door. She put the key to the lock, but the door was already open. Stunned and nervous, she pushed at the door, letting it swing forward and calling out "William, are you home?" As fearful as this was, she really hoped William wasn't home. She wanted to be able to clean another man's cum from her body and her panties before she faced her husband.

She took a step inside. Suddenly, an arm came from behind the front door, a hand grasping her arm securely and pulling her into the front room so he could slam the front door closed behind her.

"What? Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" She turned to look at the intruder in sheer panic.

"Shut up and get over there," the swarthy looking man told her, pushing her toward her own lounge chair.

As she flopped onto the lounge, her dress rode up, exposing half of her upper thighs. A second man appeared from deeper into her house. Vanessa scrambled to pull her dress down, to cover the large expanse of her legs, not wanting the men to see the sexy black stay-up stockings she still wore.

"Good looking piece of arse," observed the second man, walking around to stand in front of the lounge. "You must be Vanessa Wright, loyal and devoted wife of that dead-shit cunt, William."

"Yes I am, but I don't like you describing my husband in that way. He's a good man, he just has a problem." She had already guessed that these were not your everyday burglars or home invaders. Their appearance and the timing of the visit after yesterday's warning led her to assume that these two men were connected to the bookie.

There are harrowing times ahead for Vanessa as she is forced to pay a heavy price for her husband's gambling addiction.

To be continued very soon



Psychological Payback Pt. 02



45 year old Vanessa has been married to William, 47, for 10 years and they have a son, Anthony. William's out-of-control gambling addiction has driven them from being home owners to renters and pushed them into debt. It has torn at their marriage so much that Vanessa has just cheated on her husband by having sex with the principal of Anthony's school, Colin Wilson. Was it the attraction of a more caring man or Vanessa's simple attempt to repay Colin's generosity for giving Anthony a scholarship to wipe out their school fees debt?

Vanessa has arrived home, her body still warm from Colin's loving.

Chapter Four

She parked her car on the driveway at home and walked to the front door. She put the key to the lock, but the door was already open. Stunned and nervous, she pushed at the door, letting it swing forward and calling out "William, are you home early?" As fearful as this was, she really hoped William wasn't home. She wanted to be able to clean another man's cum from her body and her panties before she saw her husband.

She took a step inside. Suddenly, an arm came from behind the front door, a hand grasping her arm securely and pulling her into the front room so the intruder could slam the front door behind her.

"What? Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" She turned to look at the intruder in sheer panic.

"Shut up and get over there," the unshaven swarthy looking man told her, pushing her toward her own lounge chair.

As she flopped onto the lounge, her dress rode up, exposing half of her thighs. A second man appeared from deeper into her house. Vanessa scrambled to pull her dress down, to cover the large expanse of her legs, not wanting the men to see the sexy black stay-up stockings she still wore.

"Good looking piece of arse," observed the second man, walking around to stand in front of the lounge. "You must be Vanessa Wright, loyal and devoted wife of that dead-shit cunt, William."

"Yes I am, but I don't like you describing my husband in that way. He's a good man, he just has a problem." She had already guessed that these were not your everyday burglars or home invaders. Their appearance and the timing of the visit after yesterday's warning led her to assume that these two men were connected to the bookie.

"Do I look like I give a fuck what you think, honey. Your no-good husband has welched on a debt, my boss wants to be paid."

"We don't have it, I thought I made that clear to you on the phone yesterday. We don't have any money, we don't own this house. We have nothing to give you."

"That's up to my boss to decide, he told us to bring you in."

"What? Bring me in where … you can't just come into my house and take me away. Why me anyway? I'm not the one who owes you the money … what good will I be?"

"Your husband might get the message that we are serious about collecting."

"For God's sake, aren't you listening to me? We have nothing, there's nothing to collect."

"We'll let the boss decide that, you're coming with us."

"No, I won't, you can't make me."

He turned to look at his colleague, "Fiery little cunt, isn't she? I'll take her, you grab the bag I packed." 

She looked across the room to see that one of her overnight bags was on the floor by the door. "What's in that?"

"A few of your things, you could be away a few days, depends how long your husband takes to get the money."

"I told you there's no way he can get the money." Tiring of making that protest and sensing that it was futile, her curiosity turned to why they would pack a bag for her. "What sort of things are in my bag?"

"I packed some of your make-up, couple of dresses, underwear. You got nice underwear, I liked the feel of it … I imagined how it would feel if it was around your skin."

She cringed at the thought of this thug's rough hands roaming over her soft intimate underwear. It was bad enough that he had touched it, it would be worse if she were in it.

"Get your arse up now, bitch!" he hollered at Vanessa, scaring her to respond.

She rose from the lounge, "Can I leave my husband a note, so he knows where I am?"

"I've already done that," said the thug, grabbing her arms and pushing her toward the front door.

"What's in the note, damn it?"

"Not for you to worry your pretty head about. We just told him that we were taking you as an advance against his debt and not to call the police."

"This is kidnapping, you can both go to prison for a long time."

"They'd have to catch us first, now come on." He dragged her out the front door and to her car, throwing her into the back seat and getting in the driver's seat himself. His colleague threw her bag in the back alongside her and moved to sit in the front passenger seat.

The number one thug stopped him, "You better ride back there with her, keep a hold of her just in case she gets any weird ideas to bolt when I stop at traffic lights. Throw her bag in the front alongside me."

So began the drive downtown. At the first set of traffic lights they came to, the thug in the back with Vanessa used one hand to push her dress up, so he could place his hand high up on her thigh … restraining her in case she had ideas of jumping from the car.

Vanessa plucked up all of her courage, "Get your hand off my leg, mister."

"It's not your call, lady … I will put it where I want to, where I need to. Nice sexy stockings you got on, maybe you've been out doing a bit more than shopping. Have you got a man on the side?" His head leaned forward and bent over to a few inches above her lap. "You sure smell like sex."

"None of your business," she said defiantly, trying to prise his hand from her leg with her own.

"Quit fucking around, Manny," the number one thug bellowed from the front seat. "Better put a blindfold on her now, don't want her to see where she's gonna be staying."

The second thug did as he was told, totally covering Vanessa's eyes. She was unable to follow the path of the car with so many turns, but eventually she sensed they were driving into an underground car park.

After they got out of the car, she was led, still blindfolded into an elevator and they seemed to ride a long way up. She figured that wherever she was being taken, it was on one of the top floors of a high-rise building.

The two men led her from the elevator and they walked down a hallway. One of the thugs knocked on a door and, when it was silently opened, they pushed her along, removing the blindfold as she stumbled inside, hearing the door slam behind her. She blinked at the bright light, then scanned her surroundings to see that she appeared to be in a plushly furnished apartment with views over the entire city and beyond from the huge windows.

A man entered the vast living room, he was immaculately dressed, wearing an expensive suit, probably Italian designed, with crisp shirt and colourful tie. He looked to be in his late thirties, Vanessa's first impression was that he was quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. "So this would be the wife?" he checked with his number one henchman, one of the men who had brought her here.

"Yeah, this is Vanessa Wright, boss … good looking chick, don't you think?"

"As always, Carlos, you have fine judgement. She is indeed very good looking." The new arrival turned to face Vanessa directly, "One might even say beautiful. That sucker who owes me big money sure has good taste in a woman. Now honey, why can't he pay me my money?"

"You must be the bookie who called me yesterday?" The man nodded his agreement to Vanessa. "Well, as I told you yesterday, and as I told these two pieces of shit who brought me here, my husband has no money. I have no money, he has bled our savings dry. William is a sick man, sick with a gambling addiction. I have lived with this all my life and I have just about had enough of it. So I would suggest you let me go, because I can't do anything for you."

"Ah my sweet, but you can. You have now become my bargaining tool. Let's hope for your sake that he still values you highly, because if what you say is true and there is no money to pay me, then I want something to the value of $25,000. From where I'm standing, you look to be the best collateral he's got."

"What does that mean?"

"I'd say you might have a pretty fair idea of what that means, honey. Me and the boys here are gonna help ourselves to $25,000 worth of you."

"Are you talking sexual favours to that value?"

"Bingo, a light came on in her head. Did you see that light, boys?" he said sarcastically. "That's right, honey. If a guy welches on his debt to us, we can't just let him go scot-free. To make the point to all of our other customers, we have to collect something to the value of the debt. You could be here for a few weeks, paying off a sum that big."

"You have to be joking, there's no way I'd let you and your pair of thugs here have me."

"Hey babe, who said anything about letting us … we'll just be taking what's ours. Get used to the idea." He turned to his thugs, "Lock her in the second bedroom until her old man calls."

The two thugs stepped up from behind her and each grasped an arm firmly and pushed her away to one of the bedrooms. She was thrown onto a large queen size bed, her dress riding up again as she fell. This time, they ignored the tempting sight of her exposed thighs and quickly departed, locking the door.

Vanessa lay on the bed, contemplating her fate. Her mind whirled, what would William do when he got home and found the note. Would he ignore their threat and call in the police? She couldn't think of any way that he could raise that sort of money - and quickly. 'Are they serious, would they really use my body like I am a prostitute to recover their debt? If so, how can I cope with three men like this having me – and often?' Tears welled up in her eyes.

Chapter Five

There was a clock on the bedside table, two hours had gone by and it was now dusk over the city when the door was unlocked and one of the thugs appeared. He came over to the bed and placed a hand on her stockinged leg at about the knee. She tried to kick his hand free, but it hung on and slid upward over her stockings, progressing up her thighs until his hand passed over the elasticised black band and on to bare skin at the very top of her thigh.

The man stared down into her eyes, as if looking for a signal that she wasn't about to protest. But she was, "Get your filthy hand off my leg, you bastard."

His hand let her leg go and instead he reached out and tugged on her arm, half dragging her off the bed. She was pulled back into the living room where the bookie was standing over by the picture window, talking on the phone. "Ah, here she is now," she heard him say. 

Vanessa assumed he must be talking to her husband. "If that's William, I want to talk to him," she told the bookie defiantly.

"All in good time, my pet," the bookie told her, using his hand as a signal to her to stay back away from the phone. She stood several feet from the bookie, listening as he returned to talking to her husband, "Now William, we have been very good to you, gave you good odds, extended you credit. But now, we seem to have a problem. Your wife says you can't pay us, you say you can't pay us … that's not good honest business dealings. Now I've sent out my debt collectors, they went through your house and frankly you don't have too much that I could use. So they've brought me back the most valuable thing of yours as collateral. So if you don't have the cash, we'll just have to take what you owe us in kind."

The bookie's voice became sterner, "Do you get my drift, William? Your beautiful wife is going to have to pay off your cash debt with her body. Now 25 grand is a pretty big sum of money. What do you think a fuck with your wife is worth? She's not a street hooker, they would want about $100 … $150, wouldn't you think? No, she looks far classier than that. Are you up on such matters, William? Perhaps not, your wife probably gives you all the sex you want. Is she any good in bed, William, is she a bit of a wildcat when she gets a man's cock up inside her … are me and my boys gonna enjoy having her?"

He paused, obviously listening to William responding in some way. Vanessa wished she could hear what her husband was telling the bookie. The bookie appeared to ignore whatever William had said in reply, "She would need some training to become a top level call girl who could get, what … say 5 grand a night. No William, she's somewhere in between. I'd say horny guys would pay about $400 for a solid hard-driving fuck with your wife … maybe a bit more if we got her to do something different. You know, like do her up the arse or piss on her." Vanessa cringed at his words.

"William, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do … in a few minutes, when I get off the phone from talking to you, you dip shit, I'm gonna take your wife to my bed and give her the best drilling she's ever had. Then I'll assess what that fuck was worth and I will take that off your bill. I've got a couple of my boys here – I guess you might call them bodyguards – big guys, you know, well hung. After I've had her, I'll let them each have a go at her and they can tell me what they reckon the fuck was worth. I'm a fair man, I'll take that off your bill too. Now William, we're gonna have to keep doing that every day until she's paid off your 25 grand. Do you get the message? What sort of a man are you to let your wife go through that … to pay off your bills for you because you're such a low-life creep that can't manage his own money?"

In spite of her fear at what she had just heard the bookie tell her husband he was going to do to her, Vanessa lashed out verbally. "That was harsh, you're a cruel bastard," Vanessa told him, anxious for what William's reaction might be. "Will you let me talk to him please?"

"I don't know if you'll get much sense out of him at the moment, sweetheart … he seems to have lost it, sounds like he's sobbing like a baby. Hey William, give me a call back when you stop crying. I'll hold off fucking your wife until I hear from you … just in case you decide to front up with the cash."

The bookie pressed the button to disconnect the call and threw the handset on a nearby couch. "Now, let's have a good look at what you got … take your dress off."

"Go to hell," she said defiantly, standing her ground a few feet in front of the bookie.

"Feisty bitch, aren't you? Carlos, help the lady remove her dress, will you?"

Vanessa felt movement behind her and the main thug stepped forward, taking a firm hold of one arm while his fingers fumbled at the zipper at the back of her neck. He yanked the zip all the way down to her waist and the dress fell forward, revealing her black bra holding her well proportioned breasts. Then she felt the man's hands pushing the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor in a pool around her feet.

For the second time today, she stood facing a man she hardly knew, clad only in her black underwear ensemble - bra, panties and stockings. Only this time was not as romantic as the earlier occasion … that magic time with Colin, the school principal, seemed so long ago now.

"Wow, good body for… what would you be? Forty maybe?"

"I'm 45," she answered proudly.

"You've certainly looked after yourself." The bookie stepped toward her, closing the gap so that he was now standing directly in front of her. She saw one of his hands drop down and she braced herself for his touch that she guessed would be somewhere low on her body and in an intimate place. It was, his fingers ran across the front of her panties, right at her pubis. "Umm, I thought I saw that, you've got a wet spot there. Is it the prospect of having all three of us that turns you on or is it simply from standing there in your underwear in front of three horny men that does it?"

"It's nothing like that," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

His fingers slipped in to the front of the waistband of her black panties and pulled them out and away from her body so that he could peer down into her pubic region. "There's some white spots in your panties, that's a man's cum you've got in your panties, that's what the wet spot was. I'm guessing it's not your husband's, he was at work today. You little slut, are you having an affair?"

"No, I'm not!"

"If you've got some sugar daddy on the side, he might like to pay hubby's debt just to keep your cunt tight for him, stop it from being ravaged by my boys and me. What do you think, honey?"

"I'm not having an affair … I was with a man today, but it was a one time thing. I was paying off my son's school fees." 

"So you're already accustomed to this, how long have you been putting out to pay off your hubbie's debts?"

"Today was the first time … please don't tell my husband, it would destroy him. I'll … err, I'll do what you want and I won't complain, if it has to be … although I would really prefer if you could wait. Let me go now so that I can help William get the money for you. He can't do it on his own."

The bookie let the waistband go and it snapped back against her belly. He walked around behind her, silently appraising her body from all angles. Carlos had to move back to give his boss room to fit behind her. "Isn't this a great arse, Carlos? Shit, I'm not gonna be able to hold you back, am I?" The bookie leaned forward from close behind her to whisper in Vanessa's ear, "Ever been fucked up the arse, sweetie, that's Carlos' favourite way, must be a bit of homo in him. Ah well, every man has his favourite holes in women. Personally honey, I can't wait to feel that sweet cunt of yours gripping my cock. I wish your husband would hurry up and call back."

Vanessa shivered as she listened to the man talk, not so much from standing half-naked in the living room with three male strangers, but from hearing him talk about how they were going to have sex with her. 'My God, I have a monogamous relationship with William for ten years … and in one day, I break out to try a new partner and look like ending up with three more. What have I done to deserve this treatment? William's the gambler, I just tried to make a home for us and Anthony.' She felt the tears forming in her eyes again.

She felt the bookie's fully clothed body press up against her back, his arms came around her and his hands grabbed a palm full of each breast. He tried to pull her back against his body, but she resisted, keeping herself very upright. Despite her resistance and the bra that still covered her breasts, his hands felt accomplished in the way that he massaged her breasts. A fear hit her that her body might respond to these men.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing brought a temporary stop. The bookie let Vanessa go and walked briskly to the phone, picking it up. "Ah William, so good to hear from you again, I was just getting to know your woman a little better … great tits man, can't wait to suck on those nipples. So, what have you got for me?"

Vanessa couldn't hear William's side of the conversation, so she had to wait for the bookie's answers to work out what was being said. "So you can't get your hands on that sort of money this quickly. William, I am a very understanding man … you know, you might be surprised, but I'm not exactly shattered by that news. Because I've convinced myself that we're gonna enjoy having at least a couple of days of fun with your little wifey here. The boys and I can work off some of your debt for you. Now I'm a generous man, so what say we make it $400 a straight fuck and $600 when she takes it up the arse. She ever done that for you, William?"




Psychological Payback Pt. 02



There was a pause while the bookie listened to Vanessa's husband, then he cut in again… "William, we're all so horny here that we should be able to take a few thousand off over the next couple of days. You should be happy about having less to pay. Will that make you happy, William?

The bookie held the phone listening again, a smirk on his face that Vanessa didn't like.

"Well yes, there is the problem of the three of us using your wife's body and eventually sending her back to you as damaged goods. Yes, she might be a little looser by the time we've all had her a bit. William, it's the price you pay for being a loser … shit happens. Listen, give us a call when you get your hands on some money. Don't bother calling us until you've got some cash … now piss off and go have a wank while you think about your wife getting fucked by me right now. I've gotta go, she has some work to do for us."

The bookie disconnected the call again and turned his immediate attention to Vanessa, "Okay honey, let's go … my bedroom this time, you won't need anything, just come as you are." He stepped toward her and took her hand. Vanessa reluctantly allowed herself to be led to another doorway, obviously the master bedroom of this apartment. He was ruggedly handsome and she figured that she could cope for now, but she half turned her head and glanced nervously at the two thugs as she went with their boss, fearful that they would be next.

"I don't even know your name," she told him as they disappeared into the bedroom and the bookie slammed the door, leaving his two bodyguards behind in the living room.

The main bedroom was ultra modern, furnished with the very latest styles. The bed was big and the bookie led her to it and then pushed her on to it. She fell face down, but quickly rolled over onto her back, not wanting her arse to be her most tempting feature as she lay on the bed, particularly after what he had said about Carlos' anal preferences.

"I'm Nick," he at last told her as he carefully and meticulously undressed slowly, taking off his watch and cuff links and jewellery and placing them on the bedside table before starting on his shirt. She guessed he was Greek-born from both his name and his appearance. When the shirt opened, she saw a chest full of thick black hair, much denser than she had ever known. Nick neatly folded his trousers and placed them on a hangar in the walk-in closet before walking back to the edge of the bed and removing his underpants directly in front of Vanessa. The man seemed proud to display his cock to her. Vanessa's first impression was surprise to see that it was not circumcised, but he played with and fondled it as he stood beside the big bed, looking down on her body. With each stroke of his hand, he pushed the foreskin back to reveal his cock-head, already seeping clear juice, and his cock took on more the appearance of what she was used to with William.

He stroked his cock for what seemed like a couple of minutes. Vanessa felt like she wanted to tell him not to waste it, but thought better of it. Her head told herself that she didn't want this at all, but realistically she knew that it was inevitable, so she was resigning herself to accepting whatever happened and making the best of it. She expected that if he was good at it, her body may give her up … but even if it complied, she would still not make any comment that he could construe as her acquiescence.

At last, he knelt on the bed and hovered over her, reaching down to grab her panties and yanking them down. As she raised her hips from the bed to assist, she recalled that she had made exactly the same move to have her panties removed for the school principal not more than 9 hours ago. "Lose the bra," he told her as his hands pushed her panties down her legs and off over her feet. She raised her upper body enough to reach behind and unclasp the bra … again much as she had done for Colin.

Now she was naked except for the black stockings. "Great tits, fantastic nipples" he told her as his head dropped to one breast and his tongue came out and licked on her already long nipple, drawing it out more. Having both men on the same day, Vanessa couldn't help comparing Nick's technique with Colin's … the two men had different styles.

While the school principal had been timid and shy and revealed his lack of experience at seducing a woman after so many years of marriage, the bookie Nick was the essence of suave and cool. Vanessa sensed that he would be a good lover … she knew immediately as he gorged himself on her long nipples that she would battle to stay detached from his moves.

His tongue and lips technique, coupled with his grazing teeth, were such that Vanessa wasn't even conscious of her hand coming up to hold the back of his head affectionately to her breast. She wasn't even conscious of her uttering a guttural "Ungghhh!" until she heard it, as, orally he applied more pressure to her stiffened nipples.

Vanessa felt his fingers roaming across her sensitive pubis. She was wet down there and his moistened finger was dipping just inside her vagina, only to retreat and slip along her labia channel, then to pounce on her emerging clitoris, stroking it quite forcefully until her body lifted up off the bed in response. 

Lips and mouth on her breasts, fingers strumming on her clit like playing a finely tuned string instrument, Vanessa's body was aroused in no time at all, defying the resistance that her brain wanted her to show. Nick smiled in self-satisfaction at how swiftly he had seduced the client's wife … she had a damn good body and he sensed that she could be a firecracker when her emotions were unleashed. His fingers maintained the rising pressure and he heard her body's reaction through her breathing … saw it through the writhing of her lower body, the rise and fall of her upper body.

Nick had worked hard at his seduction of Vanessa and she had already conceded inwardly that he could do whatever it took to get her off … she was now that close that all caution was gone. Her lower body was humping on his hand, rising to a peak on his fingers, but all the time seeking a stronger, thicker object to lodge its hardness deep into her body.

He moved quickly … just as she felt the wave of pleasure peaking down deep within her body, his cock-head was there, tight at her entrance. Just as rapidly, the head was in and here came the shaft behind it, driving firmly, pausing only momentarily before pushing harder, deeper. Then, the powerful thrust of his hard insertion was overwhelmed by the waves of orgasm sweeping over her body. The spasms of her humping body helped capture more and more of his solid shaft. Vanessa was crying out her pleasure, so loud that the bodyguards could hear her behind closed doors in the next room.

Nick was quickly into his rhythm, his fingers had not left her clit until the moment of her climax, maintaining a rhythm that was quickly taken up by his cock's hard-driving, fucking motion. Her first orgasm segued into the second and the second into the third. He was good at this, Vanessa was truly impressed … but she lamented that Nick's performance was blanking out her memory of the school principal's efforts earlier that day. She had contemplated that there could be more happy days with Colin and she so wanted to hang onto that memory, but this macho man Nick was the complete package, carrying her way over the top.

As much as her body enjoyed this whole carnal experience with Nick, Vanessa was truly relieved when she heard his gasping, grunting explosion of pleasure … and felt the hard object lodged tightly up her vagina, spurting his cum to her very depths.

As much as this man had expressed his anger and disgust at her husband and his failure to honour his debts, Nick was the perfect lover to Vanessa, holding his body up on stiffened arms and bent knees to keep his weight from suffocating her.

"It's okay," she whispered, "I can take it, I want to feel your body over me, against me." She gulped as she heard the words tumble from her mouth … while her body had surrendered to his, she had so wanted to keep her mind from doing so.

Nick gently lowered the full weight of his body onto her. He was a muscled, solidly-built man and he certainly was heavy. Vanessa could see why he had held himself up, but she sighed and coped with the full weight of him, luxuriating in the closeness of this man who had loved her stronger than any man previously. 'But wait,' she told herself, 'don't confuse this emotion. Nick didn't love her … what had just happened was raw, unbridled hot sex … nothing more.'

"I don't know if you knew it before tonight, but babe, you are a hot woman. Man, you went off! That was sensational, I'm gonna enjoy having you around for a few days."

Nick was back to his brash, cocky self and Vanessa watched whatever emotional attachment she thought may have been there, cast aside with his cock's withdrawal from her velvet sheath. She lay on her back on the bed, exhausted and used, her eyes following his body as he retreated from the bed. She stared admiringly at the cock that had just brought her such intense pleasure, she could see the wetness from the lining of her vagina coated around his still semi-hard shaft.

"How much did I just reduce William's debt by?"

"I'm gonna call it five hundred … you're good, really good!"

Nick began to gather his clothes together, pulling on his underpants and trousers. "Take a few minutes to get yourself together, honey. When you're ready, come out and we'll toss a coin to see who has you next."

Taking on the two thugs waiting outside was the last thing Vanessa wanted after the workout she had just been through. "Nick, couldn't we put them off till tomorrow. I'm not a machine, I'd like to savour what just happened, go to sleep thinking about how you just loved me."

He looked at her coldly, "Don't confuse sex with love, babe. I just did you … I didn't love you. I fucked you because you're hot, don't spoil it by making out it's something it wasn't. Now get your sweet arse out there and let's see if the boys have the same assessment of you as I have."

She tried showing him a petulant pout, but Nick was having nothing of her stalling, "No more than ten minutes to freshen up, got it!"

She took 20 minutes, used his shower in the en suite bathroom to try to rinse out some of his – and Colin's – cum. She would have liked to put on some fresh clothes, particularly underwear, but she had left her bag outside. She pulled on the soiled panties and the bra and opened the bedroom door slowly, emerging into the brightly lit room to face the three men again. Nick was talking on the phone, the two thugs were across the room watching some sports on TV. 

Vanessa spotted her dress still lying on the floor where it had dropped. She scooped it up and put it on, quietly slipping into a lounge chair, hoping not to be noticed. But even as her arse touched the seat, she heard one of the bodyguards say, "Here she is man, now how we gonna do this?"

The one she now knew to be Carlos, the one that she sexually feared most because of the inference that he was into anal sex, responded, "You can have her next, Manny … I can wait. Besides, if I go last, I can spend the whole night with her. That way, I get to fuck her more than once."

Vanessa cringed at being spoken about in this way, like she was just an object to be used as they wished. She looked toward Nick, hoping that he might intervene on her behalf, to take control. But he was turned away from her, looking out the window and absorbed in his phone call. 

The third man rose eagerly and hurried across the room toward her, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. "Come on, in here," he told her, pointing toward the other bedroom where she had waited alone before. Vanessa determinedly sat for a moment, wanting to stay where she was, reluctant to be spirited away for another bout of sex so quickly. He was bare-chested by the time he reached the bedroom door. "Damn you, come and get in here now," shouted the man, angry at being kept from his long promised sexual encounter.

From across the room, she heard Carlos call out, "Don't touch her arse, Manny, that's all mine."

Nick was by now off the phone and contributed to the advice flying around, "Hey Manny!" he shouted across the room. Manny forgot his impatience with Vanessa to dutifully hear what his boss had to tell him. "Don't hurt her, you hear me now!"

Manny just nodded his acknowledgment of his boss' instructions.

"Yeah, go easy … don't hurt her," echoed Carlos, turning away from the sports program for only a moment.

Vanessa shuddered in fear as she rose … her legs unsteady, but compelled to go to the bedroom with this man before his anger made it worse for her. The fear and apprehension she had when she first heard of Nick's plans for her returned at the now imminent prospect of having to satisfy another male stranger … one less appealing than Nick. More so, she was intrigued why Nick and Carlos would both need to warn Manny not to hurt her. Was he known to be a violent man? How was she going to get through this night? Especially since Carlos was likely to be the most demanding one, and he was still to come after this man.

Vanessa made it to the doorway, Manny was waiting there for her. He politely stood back to let her enter first. She walked to the side of the bed, not looking back and one hand reached back to push her hair off her neck, "Do you want to undress me?"

To her surprise, he walked right by her and around the large bed to the other side. Manny watched her from across the bed, but Vanessa kept her eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact. Manny began to unbuckle his trousers and she realised that she was going to have to undress herself. She pulled the zipper of her dress down as Manny's trousers hit the floor. He was left standing in boxers. Curiosity got the better of Vanessa and she glanced across at him, standing facing her.

She did a double take, her two hands flying up to cover her mouth, gasping "Oh my God!" when she saw what must be the head of his cock exposed out of the leg of his boxer shorts. It looked huge and menacing to her and it reached nearly to his knees. "You've got to be kidding … is this some kind of joke? Is that a rubber cock?"

Manny gave a sinister laugh at her shock, reaching into the waistband of his boxers and shoving them down over his thighs until they fell in a pool at his feet. There between his thighs – not even erect – was his massive cock. It was so thick and amazingly long for a flaccid penis.

"My God, it's all you, isn't it?"

He laughed again, "Are you surprised?"

"Shit, am I ever! There is no way … no, I'm not doing this. I'm never gonna get that inside me."

"Yes you will … all the women think it won't go in, but it always does."

"Does it hurt? It will, won't it? That's why they told you not to hurt me, isn't it? Oh my God, I don't want to do this. Can I do something else? Can I use my hand on you, will that be enough?"

"No, I've been waiting for this ever since I first saw you … when you walked into your house this afternoon. I knew I wanted you then. Nick is a good boss, he told us he would share you with us. I don't get to fuck too many classy women like you … I'm not missing out now."

He reached forward and pulled the top sheet back down the bed. Seeing that she hadn't moved since first spotting his enormous cock, Manny urged her to continue undressing, "Come on, get your dress off, hurry up!"

Vanessa looked down at herself to see that while she had unzipped the dress, the in-shock movement of her two hands to her face had caused her elbows to grip her sides, holding the dress from falling. She dropped her arms and the dress descended down over her body to the floor.

Again, she found herself in front of a male stranger, wearing only her bra, panties and stockings. She had long shed the high heels.

Manny's eyes roamed up and down her body, "That's a lot better!" he told her, "But take off your bra too, I want a good look at those tits."

After her initial shyness at undressing in front of a man she definitely did not want to be with … and her shock at seeing the mammoth size of Manny's huge cock, Vanessa could now not take her eyes off his body. Not in desire or hunger for it, but partly fascination and more in fear of what its entry into her may do to her insides. As she watched him, his eyes were scanning her body and she saw his cock begin to stiffen in response, probably reacting to what he could now see of her body. Almost absent mindedly, she had reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall. His eyes lit up as they took in her twin globes.

This was the strangest piece of male anatomy Vanessa had ever seen and as his cock stiffened, it didn't extend any more. It couldn't really, it was already almost 12 inches while flaccid … it was just that it was so damn thick. No, in stiffening into a hard-on, it just rose up from vertical to horizontal. Now it was pointing toward the object of its attraction.

Manny climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle, his back and head up against the wall. "How about you get on top, lady … that might be easier for you to take it."

As frightened as she was, Vanessa was relieved at his thoughtfulness for her fear, "Yes, thanks … that's a good idea." She recognised that Manny's concern probably stemmed more from the warnings he had received from the other two guys about not hurting her. It should have reassured her, but Vanessa could not get her mind past the incredible size of his hard-on. 

She placed her thumbs into the waistband of her black panties and pushed them down, revealing her pubis to his sight for the first time. She then placed a knee on the bed and began to shuffle forward until she had reached Manny, sitting up in the middle of the big bed.

'I wonder if my being on top and not screaming or resisting stops this from still being called rape,' she thought as without any further direction from him, she lifted her leg up and over his body. She now straddled both his legs, sitting down on his thighs, her eyes gazing down at this monster cock that rose up between their naked bodies. The head of his cock just brushed the smooth curve of the underside slope of her breasts.

"I want to tit fuck you first, slide it up between them titties," he told her and she looked at him blankly, never having had this done to her before. He raised his pelvis and his hard cock-head nudged between her smooth skinned breasts and she lowered her upper body enough that more of his thick erection slid up between her twin orbs. He grasped her hands and placed them on the outside of her breasts, encouraging her to press her breasts tighter around his shaft. She quickly got the message and he began tit fucking her.

They both enjoyed the sensations of that and Vanessa watched fascinated as a clear bubble began to form out of the eye of his cock as it appeared and disappeared from up between her breasts, almost hitting her chin.

Next, Manny pushed her upper body back until her head rested way down between his legs. She felt the palms of his hands each take hold of an arse cheek and he lifted her lower torso up in his powerful hands until her pelvis hovered just in front of his face. His tongue snaked out and she jumped in shock when its tip stroked along her labia slit. She had no time for adjustment, suddenly he was into it, his tongue licking and stroking her emerging clitoris while his lips would occasionally close over it to suck her toward climax.




Psychological Payback Pt. 02



'Oh my God, he's good at this too … I'm not supposed to enjoy this.' Vanessa was mentally beating up on herself for allowing the pleasure waves to roll in, starting to take over her body. Just as his oral treatment of her clit was fast and furious, so too was her inevitable orgasm that came upon her suddenly with little warning, but definitely with no less intensity than she had ever previously experienced. Her body shook and rocked and the blood rushed to her head with her whole lower body raised up higher than her head and shoulders.

Manny allowed her some time to come down from her climax, gradually easing her whole body down to rest on his legs. Vanessa was sexually satiated and would happily have let sleep overtake her, but she knew that Manny was not done with her … not by a long way. There was the little matter of him achieving his own satisfaction and the big matter of forcing his battering ram style cock up inside her. Wearily, she lifted her head and allowed him to pull her upper body back up into a sitting position, once more staring down at the huge object that rose between them.

"I don't suppose you'd let me jerk you off instead of putting it inside me?" she tried again hopefully.

"No way," he told her firmly. "Come on, no stalling, its time. We either do it this way or you get on your back and I fuck you my way. Believe me, that won't be gentle."

Vanessa shuddered with the fearful thought of him on top of her, raping her. "I guess you've made me wet enough now," she told him, affording him a feeble first smile. Then she boldly lifted her body into an upright kneeling position. But even kneeling, his cock still reached higher than her pubis. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and lifted her body up off her knees to bring her pubis to a point just above his cock-head. Then she manoeuvred her lower body around, feeling his fingers helping to adjust her lower lips until she felt his hard rounded tip slotting into the groove of her labial opening.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this … willingly," she told him and she wriggled her body around some more. Her fingers of one hand left his shoulder to prise her labia lips as far apart as they would go, holding them wide until she could let them fold around the knob of his shaft. She let the weight of her body force her pelvis to drop downward, her vagina expanding forcefully as his huge tip pushed, making some progress into her body. "Oh Jesus!" she whimpered, "it's just too big!"

"Lady, it will fit … it always does," Manny tried to reassure her.

"This could be the first time it doesn't," she forecast gloomily.

"Oh shit, stop wasting time … just take it, lady," Manny was becoming very impatient.

"I'm trying, Manny, I really am."

"Not enough lady," the man took charge, no longer content to let her set her own pace. He rolled them both over so that she was now beneath him, her back flat on the bed.

"No, God no! This will hurt this way … and my name is Vanessa, don't call me lady," she pleaded.

"You had your chance, but you fucked around … I can't wait, I gotta get off."

His strong hands held her shoulders firmly, holding down Vanessa, who was struggling to rise up from the bed, one of his 12 inches embedded in her vagina. She couldn't close her legs, they were held wide apart by his massive tree trunk thighs lodged between hers. Manny thrust his pelvis forward, the thick cock grinding into her clinging passage. She felt the girth of his hard meaty weapon pushing firmly into her, the vagina expanding around the solidity of him.

"Oh my God no … the others – they told you not to hurt me."

"And I'm not! Lady, this is not pain. If I wanted to, I could show you real pain."

"No, you don't have to … please, just be gentle." She began to sob.

"I am trying to be," and he thrust hard again, managing to get perhaps another inch into her body.

'If it feels this bad from just trying to get it inside me, goodness knows what it will be like when he starts moving it in and out … moving it faster,' thought Vanessa. It felt to her like he had pushed his hard-on so far in that her tight passage couldn't take any more of it.

She saw him peering down between their bodies, as if Manny too felt that he couldn't get another inch inside.

"Is that it?" she asked him hopefully.

"Nah, a bit more … here, this ought to do it," his warning came too late for Vanessa, his last hard thrust that would impale her on his cock came even before his words were all out. She grunted expressively, her lower body struggling to cope with such a thick, massive insertion.

Manny gave her a couple of minutes to recover, then with a simple, "Here we go!" she felt him begin to drag his hard-on from her, only to stop and pause before driving it back inside her again. Vanessa expected that her body could not react orgasmically like it had with Nick … there was just too much of him in one place and next to no activity on her clit where all of her good stuff stemmed from.

Slowly, she began to build a tolerance and even reluctant acceptance of the hard thick thrusting. She had to concede that her vaginal passage seemed to have expanded and now it wasn't actually pain that she felt from every thrust … but he was so huge that it was damn uncomfortable. Vanessa seemed to know his finish was now close even before he did. The telltale shorter thrusts when a man is trying to hang on gave it away to her even before his panting breathlessness.

Accompanied by loud panting gasps, Manny's cock erupted inside her vagina, his spasms launching little gift packs of his cum deep into her body. She just hung on, her hands clinging to his thick arms, until his jerking spasms had ended, knowing that his cum would have dispersed even deeper into her body … into her tubes. After all, there would not have been a smidgin of space left within her vagina for it to pool.

She lay there beneath him, hoping that he would not let all of his weight descend on her … she would surely be crushed. Manny stayed awake and when he believed that his cock had expelled every last drop of his cum into the woman beneath him, he eased his still quite thick tool from her body. Vanessa breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Manny obviously wasn't the type to lay with a woman he had just fucked. He rose up off the bed quickly. "I'll go get Carlos," he told her, as if he expected that she would want the next one straight away.

"No, please Manny, not just yet. I need a bit of a break first. Why don't you stay here awhile, have a rest with me?" It was not that she really wanted him with her, it was more that she didn't want him going outside to encourage Carlos to come in now.

"Nah," said Manny, "I want to get back to the game," referring to the sports he had been watching on TV.

Vanessa had not wanted to have sex with either of Nick's bodyguards, but she had not resisted, sensing that such opposition would have been futile. But she had at least hoped that for them, having sex with her would have been more than just a long commercial break from their TV watching.

Manny was gone, back to his sports on TV. Vanessa lay there in the dark, contemplating her predicament. The day had started so well with her visit to the school principal. His genuine affectionate lovemaking, that had left her with such warm feelings, seemed so far back in the past that it was hard to believe it was less than ten hours ago.

'How much longer will I have to stay here,' she thought, 'Surely they won't keep me here for the many weeks it would take to work off William's debt using my body. I could cope with doing it with Nick, but I wouldn't want Manny again if I could help it. The damn thing is huge … massive.' Vanessa tentatively pushed the fingers of one hand down and felt around the opening of her vagina. She was definitely very tender and sore there.

She wondered what she should do now. Perhaps get up and have a shower or maybe just stay where she was and try to get some sleep. She was so nervous about Carlos' already proclaimed intention to have her in the arse. She had never experienced anal sex previously and she was truly scared. 'What if he has a cock like Manny's?' she thought. The not knowing when it would be was what also worried Vanessa. He could come through that door at any moment or, if she allowed herself to drop asleep, she could get woken in the middle of the night.

Vanessa heard loud cheering coming from the three guys outside the bedroom … it was obvious that somebody had scored. Was the game over? Would Carlos appear in the room now? She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the awkward situation she had found herself in. Her thoughts drifted to William and she wondered what her husband was doing now, was he worried for her? Was he trying to get the money together? She knew there was little hope anybody would lend him money, he was all maxed out.

Vanessa heard the door opening and she tensed, anticipating it would be Carlos, ready to have her in the arse … she felt her anal ring clench nervously. She peered through the semi dark, trying to identify the man entering her room. A figure approached the side of the bed, at last she saw that it was the bookie Nick and she breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you might like something to eat," he told her, "We've ordered pizzas, do you want to come out and join us?"  "Err yes, sure! But what happened to Carlos? I thought that he was coming in next."

"What, don't tell me you're that eager to get your arse plugged? I didn't think that you'd be into that stuff."

"No, I'm not. No, I don't want it, really … I just thought I didn't have any option. If you can stop it happening, I'd be really grateful. I've never done that, never let a man put it in there, I'm guessing it's going to be really painful. It was okay with you, the way we did it normally … and you were very good at it. It felt nice! But Manny, God, that was frightening … I couldn't do it with him again … and I'm so sore down there now."

"I expected you would be. I found that you've got a good tight cunt, so Manny might have torn you up a bit. I did ask Carlos to wait a bit. Honey, I can't stop him altogether, I promised them both they could have you. They both know how pissed off I am at that deadbeat husband of yours. But you, you're cut from a different cloth. You seem respectable and honourable, I'm guessing that it tears you up inside to have your husband owing all this money. But it's too late now, I promised my guys that if they could bring you to me as collateral, I would let them have you … I can't go back on my word now. So all I can do is ask Carlos to hold off for a few hours. Come on out and have something to eat, it might make you feel a bit better, and you can get to know us all, find that we're not so bad after all. Even those two tough guys out there."

Vanessa appreciated his comforting words. She told Nick that she would be out soon. She got up and had another shower. When she soaped her pubic area, she winced at every touch of the entrance to her vagina. 

This time, the overnight bag that one of the thugs had packed for her, was in the room and she was at last able to put on clean underwear and a different dress. She felt refreshed when she went out to join the three men. The pizzas had arrived and she waded in, not having eaten for about eight hours. She checked a clock, found that it was almost nine at night. She wondered again what William was doing, how he was coping without her.

Vanessa did indeed find that all three men were nice to her, although every time she looked across at Carlos, she found him looking her way. She wondered, as she probed his eyes, if he was already picturing her in front of him, facing away from him, as his cock plundered her tight arsehole. 'Is that the way they do it? I don't even know that … maybe I'll be on my back with my legs pushed up around my head. Oh, I can't believe that this night is happening to me.'

There was even unexpected laughter around the room and Vanessa joined in on some of the funny things they discussed. But all the time, she had that nagging thought that these men were illegal gamblers and maybe much worse. Were they into other illegal activities … possibly drugs too? She considered that Manny and Carlos, being bodyguards, had probably beaten up people before. Worse still, she wondered if they could even have killed someone. The thought initially terrified her, but strangely, along with that nervous tension, came some sort of illicit thrill at meeting men such as these … and, worse still, at being intimate with them.

She had heard that some women associated with men like these because of the thrill and excitement of mixing with men who lived on the edge of life, who had a callous disregard for human life. Vanessa wondered if there was some element of that in her being here now … had she been excited at having Nick and Manny fuck her without love or emotion? It had been the first time that she had experienced sex without some romantic attachment to the man. More importantly, was there some strange twisted part of her right now that actually wanted Carlos to take her up the arse? 'Surely not,' the prim and proper devoted wife part of her being cut back in, trying to reassure herself.

About 11pm, Nick stood up, "Hey guys, I'm off to bed." He turned toward Manny, "I guess you're on watch tonight … you've got the phone and the door right, Manny? After all, Carlos and Vanessa are gonna be mighty busy from what I hear."

Vanessa had become so calm lounging around with these guys that she had temporarily forgotten her anal fears with Carlos. The imminent departure of Nick brought her suddenly to her senses … it seemed that the moment had arrived, it sort of snuck up on her over a few drinks and fun talk.

"Yeah, I got it, man," Manny told his boss and Vanessa wondered what getting the phone and the door meant. Would people really be calling in the middle of the night … and what sort of people would they be? Could she be in any danger hanging out in this apartment? Manny turned to Carlos and they high-fived each other, "Your time has come, man … enjoy it!"

To be continued...



Psychological Payback Pt. 03



Vanessa has been married to William for the past 10 years, but his gambling addiction is starting to tear apart what has been a good marriage that has produced one child. Struggling to pay the school fees, Vanessa has been unfaithful to William for the first time, spending a day in the bed of the school principal, who came up with a free scholarship to ease their financial burden.

Upon arriving home from her sexual trust with the principal, Vanessa found two thugs waiting for her in her house. They are the bodyguards for the bookie Nick who is now foreclosing on the $25,000 gambling debt that William has incurred. The men kidnap Vanessa and advise her – and William by phone – that she will pay off the debt by giving her body to the three men for as long as it takes to pay off $25,000 at call girl rates.

Nick went first and Vanessa coped with that. But then she had to take Manny, the bodyguard with the massive 12-inch incredibly thick cock that nearly tore her apart. She has been told Carlos will be next, but his penchant for only fucking women in the arse has Vanessa running scared.

Chapter Six

Vanessa had become so calm lounging around with these guys that she had temporarily forgotten her anal fears with Carlos. The imminent departure of Nick going off to bed brought her suddenly to her senses … it seemed that the moment had arrived, it sort of snuck up on her over a few drinks and fun talk.

"Yeah, I got it, man," Manny replied when his boss told him to get the phone and the door … Vanessa wondered what that meant. Would people really be calling in the middle of the night … and what sort of people would they be? Could she be in any danger hanging out in this apartment? Manny turned to Carlos and they high-fived each other, "Your time has come, man … enjoy it!"

"You betcha!" said Carlos, rising from the lounge and holding his hand out to Vanessa in a gentlemanly way. Nick departed through his bedroom door where Vanessa had enjoyed her first sexual tryst earlier tonight. Carlos steered her into the other bedroom where Manny and she had gone at it a few hours ago.

She heard Carlos close the bedroom door behind him and switch on an overhead light, illuminating the room. Vanessa turned to look more closely at Carlos under the harsh light, feeling that she had to let him know, "I've never done it this way before, so can you go slowly. Try to make it not hurt too much."

He was curt and dismissive, "Yeah, you'll be okay. Plenty of women do it, you're not the first."

"But you're my first, so be patient and give me time."

"Yeah!" he repeated, already getting his shirt off, another rippling male chest, this one hairless, for Vanessa to admire.

"Should I?" she started to say, placing two hands at the opening of the blouse she now wore, "Or do you want to?"

Carlos looked like he wasn't interested in the unveiling process of a female body. Perhaps he only liked the end product when the woman was nude. She hoped that he would at least take long enough for foreplay. Nervously, she unbuttoned her blouse, parting it and letting the sleeves drop down her arms … no reaction from Carlos who was now working at pulling off his shoes and shedding his trousers.

Vanessa quickly released her bra, speeding up, not wanting to be left behind half-dressed when he was naked. He had his back to her when he shucked his underpants off, baring his naked butt to her. She was now working at unclasping her skirt, but her fingers struggled with it in her nervousness. Carlos seemed uncaring and reached across to pull the sheet and blanket down on the bed. Then he turned to face her, his eyes took in her naked breasts and they seemed to rise approvingly. "I like your nipples … they're big ones!" he told her. She already knew that, but was glad that he appreciated them.

She saw his equipment for the very first time. Vanessa was so relieved to see that his cock was a typical normal size, nothing like the huge appendage that Manny had forced into her vagina. "Is something wrong?" he asked, seeing her pause in the removal of her skirt to stare at his semi-flaccid cock.

"No, nothing … I'm so sorry, Carlos." She smiled a nervous smile at him, "Everything's great, I was just worried that you might have had one like Manny's. I am so pleased that you don't … you know, considering where you want to put it."

"It will be good, you'll see … don't be nervous, you will like it, Miss Vanessa."

"I would like to hope I do, but I can't imagine that I would. Please don't be disappointed if I don't, Carlos. I have to admit to you that I am not looking forward to it at all." She hoped that by being honest with him, he just might take pity on her and change his plans. Her fingers made a breakthrough with the clasp on her skirt and it fell in a heap at her feet. She stepped out of it, now clad only in pale blue panties. His eyes expressed keener interest in her now and when her eyes dropped to check out his cock again, she saw that it too was stiffening in interest. It thrilled Vanessa to think that her 45-year-old body could have this reaction in a young Latin American man, just more than half her age. He had probably enjoyed some delectable young female bodies.

"You like?" she asked boldly.

"You look good!"

He stopped there, but she felt she needed to finish his sentence, "For an older woman."

"I said you looked good," he told her again, appearing to be annoyed at her self-deprecation.

She took a step closer to him, embarrassed at standing back being looked over by him, now feeling a need to be hugged, to be enfolded in this Latin lover's arms. She tugged on the waistband of her panties, pulling them higher, stretching the material so that any camel toe at her crotch might be smoothed out. It was a nervous gesture. She took a second step forward and her body was barely inches from his. She reached out and put her arms around his waist, pulling herself up against his firm body, his cock flattening upright between their bellies. Vanessa was relieved when she felt his strong arms close around her back, hugging her to him.

She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, her soft lips parting, moving them closer to him, wanting him to kiss her to make it more emotional, not just a cold pre-planned anal fuck. He leaned down and did so and she was so relieved. Coupling with a man you didn't love, one that you were about to give your body to because you'd been told you had to, she found was a nerve-racking experience. She returned his kiss enthusiastically, much to her own surprise. Her tongue even wrestled with his inside her mouth, and she welcomed the sensual feelings that they created, needing them to convince her body to do as he bid.

His hands began roaming … naturally in view of his previously stated preference, they were quickly fondling her arse cheeks over the silken fabric of her pastel blue panties. His hands were big, his fingers thick, they felt powerful and they ground around on her arse cheeks, even pushing the material of her panties into the crack of her arse. His hands slipped inside the waistband of her panties, touching the tender smooth skin of her arse cheeks … his fingers felt rough on her skin.

Their tongues still duelled, she felt one of his fingers insinuating itself in between her smooth rounded cheeks. She clenched her arse tightly in fear when she felt his fingertip touch her anus, trapping it there momentarily before he wrenched it free. The passionate kiss broke and he pulled his head back to look down into her eyes. She saw his hand come up and he suggestively licked a finger … she guessed it was the finger that was just touching her anus. When he appeared to have saturated it with his saliva, he thrust it back down to her arse.

The fingers of his other hand prised her cheeks apart and he pushed the saliva wet finger straight onto her anus, circling the ring a couple of times before pushing it quite forcefully so that her sphincter had to give way to let his finger push into her arse.

"Unnggghhh!" she grunted at the force of his thick finger intruding through into her tender tight rectum. She had expected it to happen, although she had not prepared for what it might feel like. His thick finger made her feel very full back there. Vanessa hid her face in his neck, not wanting Carlos to watch her face, to see her facial reactions, as his finger felt her up inside her arse.

Carlos jerked his finger in and out a few times, getting in to the second knuckle. Suddenly, she felt her tiny anal ring being incredibly expanded. "Oh God, what's that?" she screamed, her arms around his back gripping him tightly, her fingernails digging into his skin.

"Another finger!" he told her. "If you can take two, you'll take my cock, no problems."

"Oh God, it hurts," she cried, fighting to hold back tears, "Do you really have to do it this way?" She could actually feel his two fingers inside her now because they were not necessarily moving in unison, one pushing in while the other withdrew nearly all the way.

"I'm told it gets better, real quick … it's just that initial shock. A woman's body adjusts."

"The vagina is flexible, but not back there. The arse has no elasticity," it sounded like she was giving an anatomy lecture.

She pulled her head back to look up into his eyes as she tried to reason with him, but he looked indifferent to her protest. The euphoric look on his face told her that his having just two fingers in her arse was getting him off nearly as much as having his cock in there soon.

"You look like you're liking that," she said.

"What, having my fingers up your arse?"

"Yes!" she gasped as he twisted them around some more.

"I am, I love everything about a woman's arse … can't wait to get my cock up deep inside you." As he was telling her, both fingers pushed together and filled her arse all the way to the webbing of his hand.

She rose up on her toes, driven by the force of his fingers pushing up inside her. Then they were gone, her sphincter closing back with a snapping sound. Carlos spun her around quickly – his need now seemingly more urgent - and he pushed her face down on the bed.

'Oh God, my moment of truth,' she thought as she crawled further onto the middle of the bed so that her feet didn't hang over the sides, needing to be comfortable for this episode. She felt the bed move under the weight of Carlos getting onto it from behind her, then his hands on her hips, tugging on her panties, pulling them down over her thighs, her calves, exposing her butt to him. She looked back and saw his erection was now full, his cock hard and solid, but its dimensions still within reason, similar in size to William and Colin – and Nick.

She felt the cool liquid splashing in the crack of her arse at the same time as she heard the squeezing of the KY container. "Ooh, it's cold!"

"Not for too long, I've got something hot coming in there."

Vanessa felt him picking her hips up, forcing her into a kneeling position, feeling so vulnerable, her face buried into the bed with her arse in the air under the harsh overhead light that he had switched on when they entered the bedroom. She was embarrassed that Carlos would now be looking down closely at her arse, examining every minute detail of her crinkled anal opening. As fearful as she was about what was about to happen, she couldn't help thinking that she hoped her arse was clean.

"You've got one hell of a great arse … I'm gonna really enjoy this."

"I hope I can say the same," she told him with her head turned to one side, trying to look back at him, but not believing for one moment that she would enjoy it anything like he would. His fingers worked the KY all around her anal ring and even ventured inside again to paint the walls of her rectum with gel.

She pushed her head and shoulders up on shaky hands, apprehensive and wondering what was taking so long. His finger had long left her anus all slippery and Vanessa had expected to feel his hard cock pushing in there straight away. "What's happening?" she asked, curious.

"Still lathering up my cock," Carlos told her, "Want to get it all slippery for you."

"Oh, okay! Please be gentle, can you?"

"For fuck's sake, yes, I'll be gentle," he was becoming exasperated with her hesitation and constant pleadings.

At last, she felt the hard round knob of his cock-head push up against her tiny anus. The girth of the head felt twice as big as the incredibly tiny opening of her anal ring. Carlos felt her arse tighten, clamping her spread cheeks as tightly as they could on his cock-head. His hands were lightly roaming over her back, they felt soothing to Vanessa until suddenly they gripped her firmly by the shoulders. Too late, she realised they were holding her body steady while he thrust his pelvis hard at her arse. Her sphincter clenched tight only momentarily and then she felt her lower body impaled on his hard-on.

Vanessa felt more of that incredible fullness that she had first felt when he had added his second finger to the one already inside her, surprised that the pain was not as severe as she had expected. But her early relief was dashed when he told her, "Take a moment to adjust to that, then I'll get the shaft inside you."

"The shaft? Why, how much did you get inside?

"Just the head."

"Only the head … oh no, it feels like so much more than that. It feels like at least half of you in there."

Carlos wondered how she could assume anything since she had claimed to have never had a man's cock up inside her arse before. He was so eager to start the fucking, but he knew that he should be patient if he was to enjoy this virgin arse to the fullest. "Take some deep breaths, Miss Vanessa. Suck it up! It will help you to take it, make it easier on you."

Vanessa appreciated his compassion and she did as he advised, drawing deep long slow breaths. She imagined that it was making the discomfort of his being in her arse more bearable.

"You ready for the rest now?" he checked, his hands again gripping her shoulders and Vanessa tensing her arse in reaction.

"A bit more … not all at once, mind you."

"Relax your arse then," he commanded and she tried. When he felt her anal ring unclench, Carlos humped his pelvis hard and half his length was swallowed up inside her body. He looked down at her spread arse cheeks to see that he had only about three inches still to stuff inside her. "Good … it's going great, relax again!" he told her and when he felt her response, he drove the remaining three inches all the way in, his shaft completely disappearing from his view.

"Oh shit!" she squealed, almost thrown off balance by the force of his final thrust. But her knees and hands held her up and now the feeling of fullness was extraordinary to Vanessa, more intense than having two fingers inside her.

"You've done it, Vanessa, you took it all!"

"Thank God for that," she muttered as she felt his hands feeling around under her body, each of his hands closing around one of her hanging orbs.

There was no movement within her arse, just the feel of the thickness of his cock holding steady in there while the palms of his hands and the tips of his fingers worked her nipples into a stiffened frenzy. She approved of what he was doing to her breasts, even if she was yet to be convinced of what his cock had in store for her arse.

His muscular body hung over her back, his mouth came down on the back of her neck, sucking and kissing her tender skin while his hands performed their magic on her breasts. His fingers played tantalisingly with her special long nipples, pinching them and twisting them playfully. Vanessa's body began to writhe around, implying her eager aroused anticipation to the hard shaft that lurked deep inside her rectum. Carlos began a subtle movement of his cock, starting with just barely an inch in and out, steadily increasing the push and pull within her arse until soon his whole thick seven inches was coming and going at length.

The Latin lover had mastered her body superbly, she was now accepting his hard driving anal fuck with little hesitation … and no protest … just a whimpering acceptance of the good sensual feelings that were shooting through her body. One of his hands left her breasts and slid along underneath until he found her clitoris. Vanessa's body was now on fire, his fingers on her clit beginning a pulsing that would soon take over her whole body while his hard shaft was now sliding easily within her lubed-up arse.

She was warming to anal sex with every hard driving thrust of his pelvis that pushed his hard-on all the way in and then pulled almost all the way out. "Yes, oh yes, Carlos!" she moaned, exhorting her Latin lover to bring her to her inevitable peak. "I'm nearly there! Oh my God, who'd have believed I could cum from doing this?"

His cock was now pummelling her arse, his hard driving piston-like moves within her rectum meeting no resistance … just eager acceptance as she clamped every muscle she could use to urge his cock to release its bounty inside her arse. His fingers were a big part of it and it was they that at last pushed her body over the top into ecstatic release that had her lower body throbbing and spasming around his invading cock.

"Yes, come now!" she was screaming, loud enough – she would learn later - for Nick and Manny to hear her pleas through the closed doors. "Oh shit, yes … yes … oh, you're good!"

Vanessa's own climax was easing off just as Carlos gave that final decisive lunge that lodged his hard cock fully inside her arse and his cock tip sprayed his cum into her bowels in copious quantity. Her straightened arms trembled, struggling to hold her body up as her arse felt the full brunt of his explosive finish. Her body trembling, her elbows buckled and her face fell forward onto the bed, leaving only her raised arse joined in carnal contact with Carlos' body.

Her voice was dreamy when at last she spoke some cohesive words beyond the moaning and whimpering that punctuated her orgasm. "To think that I didn't want you to do that. Carlos, thank you for talking me into it, I've just enjoyed a new experience. Who would have thought at my age that I could find something new like that." She tried to turn her head back to look at him, "I loved it, do you hear me, Carlos? I loved having your cock up my arse. Oh, I can't believe I am talking like this."

"I heard you, Vanessa. If you remember, I told you that you would."

"Yes, yes … you were right. Oh my God, have I no shame left? Here I am, at my age, applauding anal sex. Is this really me?"

"I'd say it is," he told her.

Chapter Seven

Vanessa woke with a start, unsure of where she was for a moment. She glanced at the bedside clock – 4.30. It was still dark outside, obviously a.m., and not p.m. A hand had shaken her awake, she quickly realised that it was not William and she was not at home in her own bed.

A tall male person – not her husband – was leaning over her, over the bed, "Wake up Vanessa," he told her. The memory of her first night held captive in a city high-rise apartment since her kidnapping yesterday came flooding back to her. Before acknowledging the man that leaned over the bed interrupting her deep sleep, she turned to check that Carlos, the Latin American man, who had taken her anal cherry late last night, was still alongside her. He was there in the bed and still soundly sleeping in spite of the presence of…

'Who is it?' thought Vanessa, annoyed at herself for not being able to recall his name. 'The bookie … err … Nick, that's it … Nick the bookie. A ruggedly handsome man,' mused Vanessa as she stirred from her sleep. 'I did enjoy his loving … oh my God, when was that? It seems like so much has happened to me sexually in less than 24 hours. Four men have been inside my body … that's the most incredible part. With their cocks inside sweet ultra conservative Vanessa … my God, I haven't had much more than 4 other men in my entire sexual life. What day is it?' she wondered and thought to herself that it could be Wednesday. She had gone to have sex with Colin at 10am on Tuesday morning.




Psychological Payback Pt. 03



"What do you want?" she asked, somewhat annoyed from having her sleep disturbed.

"You, of course, I want you now."

"Can't you wait? It's still the middle of the night."

"No, come on, get up … come into my bed. If you're still here when Carlos wakes up, he'll want to have you up the arse again. Surely you don't want that, do you?"

Through the haze of sleep at this early hour, she was still able to recall that the anal experience with Carlos was not as bad as she had anticipated. "I never expected to be saying this, but it wasn't that bad."

Nick was becoming annoyed that he wasn't hearing Vanessa say what he wanted to hear her say. "Yeah well, plenty of time for that when I'm away over the weekend. As for now, I am here to rescue you, give you some real sex … so get your sore arse out of that bed and come with me."

Wearily, she threw back the bed covers and slid her feet over onto the floor. She heard Carlos stirring behind her, "Where you goin' babe?"

"I'm sorry, Carlos, your boss wants me to go to his bed now."

Carlos addressed his reply to his boss, "Ah shit man, I wanted her again."

"Maybe later in the day, Carlos."

Carlos rolled over, now awake and addressing Vanessa, "You know where I want you again?"

"Yeah, I think that will be okay, so long as I'm not too sore."

"You okay with it?"

"Yes Carlos, strangely I am."

"Good girl, we can have some good times together."

"Well, you'll have to clear that with your boss, he looks to me to be calling the shots." Vanessa rose and silently followed Nick who had already returned to his room. She was completely naked and never even considered searching for her nightie or a gown. She felt her way through the darkness to one side of Nick's huge bed and without hesitation, climbed in under the covers. She immediately felt him reach out for her, his hand closing on a breast, his mouth moving to kiss her deeply.

"I couldn't sleep, I kept recalling that I had a nude woman in my apartment and I wanted you."

"I thought that you had decided to share me with your bodyguards. Is it really your turn again already? I think that Manny and his gigantic cock might have missed a turn … but that's okay with me … I won't miss that." Vanessa had gained so much confidence from the way that she had handled the men's sexual demands that she had become quite cheeky.

The hand that had been massaging her breast roamed down across her hips and dove indiscreetly in between the tops of her thighs, forcing her legs apart, his fingers immediately peeling up her clitoral hood, searching out the emerging bud. "I'm beginning to wish I hadn't promised you to them, it's been a while since I've had a woman as hot as you."

It amused Vanessa to be labelled hot by a man who carried his suave self-assurance with such confidence. "That's nice for a woman of my age and with such limited sexual experience to be called hot."

"Don't sell yourself short, Vanessa. You may not have had many bed partners over the years, but you obviously know what to do when a man comes near you."

"Nick, I'm not sure if you're calling me a slut, or not."

"Babe, you're no slut … you're a classy and very fuckable woman. Now let's stop wasting time yapping and get hot and heavy. How about you go down on me?"

Vanessa stole a peek down at his semi-hard cock and debated silently whether she felt like sucking this man's cock. She wasn't a big fan of giving blow jobs, fortunately William did not ask her to do it often. She baulked on seeing again that his cock was uncut and she recalled friends telling her that some men with uncircumcised cocks were not always scrupulously clean. 

Nick had laid back when he told her of his preference … now he lifted his head to see why she was taking so long. "So what's happening?"

"Nothing!" she told him, preparing to explain her hesitation.

"I can see that, nothing happening is why I asked. Do you have something against giving head?"

Vanessa did not want to cause a scene, she particularly did not want to accuse him of not washing himself properly. She recalled how fastidious he was when undressing the first time he was with her and she guessed – more like hoped - that neat and tidy streak would extend to his washing habits.

"My mouth was a bit dry, I'm just trying to build up some saliva … to make it nice for you, Nick," she lied.

"You're very thoughtful," he told her, his head falling back to the pillow and Vanessa leaned forward to bring her mouth up to his almost erect cock. Her hand slid the foreskin back and she made an 'O' of her lips and placed them over his rounded tip. Already, a clear drop of pre-cum lubrication was oozing from his tip. Her tongue swiped at it, scooping it into her mouth.

Her fingers gently held his cock upright while her mouth moved around the shaft, licking here and there, but finally devoting her full attention to the underside just below the head.

"Unngghhh!" Nick grunted and she felt his hands reach for her hips, dragging her body around until he had positioned her pubis directly above his face, her legs bent and straddling his head.

Her succulent lips closed tightly around the head of his cock and sucked an inch or two of him into her wet mouth. He moaned again and then she felt Nick's fingers foraging around at her stretched labia lips. It was her turn to voice a sound of approval, "Oooh yesss!"

But Vanessa saved her most expressive sigh for when his hands on her arse cheeks pulled her abdomen down closer to Nick's face and she felt his tongue slickly licking along the inner edge of her labia. So began a classic well executed '69' with heaps of tongue action by Nick on Vanessa's budding clit, and by her on his rapidly stiffening cock, drawing more and more of his cock head and shaft into her mouth.

It was powerful and frenetic for both, each pursuing nothing less than a heaving, panting climax from the other. Nick won out, his proficiency at cunnilingus quickly bringing Vanessa to a gasping, shrieking, don't-hold-back orgasm, her thighs clamping Nick's head like it was in a vice.

For a moment or two, as a pulsing, throbbing finish ravaged her body, Vanessa temporarily lost the plot, forgetting to lick and suck on his cock. But as the waves of her own pleasure slowly washed away and she sensed the twitching of the hard firm cock that occupied most of the available space in her mouth, almost to her tonsils … Vanessa resumed.

With a steady strumming by her tongue along the underside of his shaft, coupled with powerful sucking slurps by her whole mouth, Vanessa knew that she would soon be further rewarded by an injection of his juices into her mouth and throat and digestive tract. She heard Nick's breathing become ragged, she felt his hand lightly holding the back of her head to ensure that she did not escape when the magic moment arrived. But best of all, she felt his cum erupt from the tip that she held so deeply inside her mouth. With jerking spasms, his cock delivered not once, but two, three, even four spurts of jism that slid on down her throat.

Neither cared to move, they were both so satisfied from their mutual finishes. Vanessa let her head rest on the top of one of Nick's thighs, his now deflating cock still laying against her cheek, a thin trail of his cum leaking down to her chin. Her belly rested on his chest, her legs still doubled up, her knees pressing against his ears while her wet pubis lay on his chin. They even dropped asleep that way.

In spite of their cramped position, it was 8.30am before Vanessa stirred. Her movements, disentangling her body from Nick's, brought him awake too. She moved so that she could look at his face and not his cock. He suggested that they go in to shower together before having breakfast. She happily agreed, her body feeling relaxed and contented after another orgasm had washed over her during their oral coupling.

The warm water felt good on Vanessa's body … Nick's soapy hands felt even better. Her own hands were busy and she soon had him aroused and stiff once more. He bent his knees and placed his hard-on under her body, between her spread thighs. She giggled happily as she felt his erection probing between her labia lips and then a gasp of surprise as it penetrated her body once more. His hands cupped her arse cheeks and Vanessa felt herself propelled upward as his legs straightened.

Her arms flew around Nick's neck to hold herself implanted on his hard cock and her legs wrapped around his body, locking her ankles behind his arse. "Ooh, this is exciting," she told him, "I've never done it standing up in the shower before."

Her arms and legs maintained their firm hold on Nick, leaving her responsible for remaining atop his shaft … it completely filled her clutching vagina. She could feel his soapy hands all over her back, then pushing the cake of soap down between her arse cheeks, his fingers lathering her up there too.

She thought that she heard the bathroom door open, not that she was bothered by that. To her surprise, privacy had ceased to be an issue with her. She had her eyes closed as Nick moved their joined bodies in and out of the shower spray. It was only when she heard Nick telling a third person, "Here, you'll need the soap," that Vanessa tried to turn around to see to whom he was talking.

Nick's mouth found hers and his passionate shower-soaked kiss quelled any interest she may have had in seeing who had joined them in the shower. She felt another set of hands using the soap again on her bottom … that person would find her arse already slippery and lathered up. Her arms and legs still clung to Nick as she felt his hands go back down to cup her arse cheeks. He seemed to be pulling at them, stretching her cheeks as wide as possible.

Then, Vanessa felt something hard, pushing in between her arse cheeks, the smooth head of it lodging against her tight anus. "What's that?" she sounded naive, surely she could guess by now. "What's going on?"

She broke away from Nick's kiss, managed to turn her head enough to see Carlos standing behind her in the shower … he was grinning at her. "Don't tell me you don't know what it is … it's time again, babe."

"No Carlos, not yet. Can't you see I'm busy with Nick? Come back later, we can do it then … there's no rush."

"No, I want to do it now, babe."

"But I'm already with Nick, honey … he's up inside me. I can't do it with both of you."

"Yes you can," Carlos told her.

Nick echoed his comment, "Sure you can, honey. You can have us both, right here, right now."

Vanessa turned back to look into Nick's eyes, "No honey, I'm with you now. I can only do it with one man at a time."

She felt hands on her hips, she guessed they belonged to Carlos. They seemed to be holding her body steady. She felt that hard cock-head that was lodged at her tiny anal opening applying discreet pressure, pushing inward.

"That's nonsense and you know it. Carlos and I use different holes."

"Nick, don't be so vulgar. I know where Carlos wants to put it … it's just that I can't have you both at once."

"Who says you can't?"

"I do, it's not right."

"It's perfectly okay for lots of couples, honey. Have you never heard of double teaming?"

"No I never have." Even as she answered, her head spun around again to address the Latin American man who by now had his cock-head exerting tremendous pressure against her tight sphincter. "Oh my God … no, it hurts … please stop, Carlos."

Vanessa squealed loudly as the head of Carlos' cock was swallowed up inside her tight anus. 

"I'd say that request was a bit too late, Vanessa," Nick told her, tightening his hold under her arse cheeks as Carlos stretched his broad arms around both Vanessa and his boss.

"I don't believe this … we can't do it this way."

"Of course we can, honey. You're already doing it, you're a clever girl. Welcome to the art of double-teaming. It's not that rare, plenty of couples do it, just go with the flow, honey. Actually, you don't need to do anything more now, just hang on for the ride and accept two lots of cum when we're finished."

"Oh no, I can't do this," she moaned her protest one more time.

"Come on, get serious, honey. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just enjoy it."

Vanessa whimpered and moaned some more as Nick held her body steady atop his hard cock while Carlos steadily drove his erection deeper into her rectum, holding it there for a full minute or maybe two. Both of the men's rock hard cocks were in her respective passages, each all the way to the hilt. Vanessa felt so hopelessly overfilled with hard flesh that she thought her lower body might burst. Sex for her had never felt like this before.

The water from the shower tumbled down over the three of them as Vanessa relaxed her body, now realising that there was no way she would fall. She was squashed between two firm male bodies and her torso was suspended on the two hard cocks that were jammed inside her. The men had thoughtfully given her a few moments to adjust to this weird feeling, one that she had never previously experienced.

Then ever so slowly, she felt Carlos' cock easing out of her arse … but then not quite. Just the head of his hard cock remained lodged inside her, held tightly in place by her sphincter that clamped and seemed to pulse around him. She felt it pushing into her tender arse once more. But as it started back up inside her, she detected Nick's cock slowly withdrawing from her vagina. One was replacing the other high up inside her, although they were in different holes.

Vanessa let her body sag back against Carlos' hairy chest. At the same time, she was able to relax her arms that clung around Nick's neck, knowing that she was now suspended firmly between the two men. Not just held up by the two cocks lodged within her, but also secured between the six-pack bellies and firm muscular chests of the men.

A rhythm was now developing. As Nick would drive his hard cock up into her vagina, Carlos would be pulling his from her tight rectum. Her insides were being pushed and pulled in every direction. All that movement of her pubis was having a wonderful effect on her erecting clitoris that was responding well to the attention. She had a momentary fear that the ferocity of the in and out movements of the men's stiff erections might cause some lasting damage to her vital parts. But then the pulsing sensations beginning deep inside her groin seemed to assure her that everything seemed to be working normally.

'As normal as it could be with two men inside me at once,' thought Vanessa with a smirk of satisfaction as the pleasure rose within her. "Oh my God, Nick, I think I'm gonna cum," she whispered in his ear as he buried his face into her neck, his lips working at that magic erogenous spot in her neck.

He pulled his head up to tell her, "That's okay, honey, just let it cum." He nuzzled her neck a little more and then when he heard her breathing reaching a crescendo, he added, "Don't hold it back, there's probably more where that's coming from."

The men had increased their respective pace inside her tender body, pushing and pulling inside her with wonderful abandon. Vanessa was temporarily out of it, panting and moaning her climax as the throbbing waves of sensual pleasure washed over her. The waves seemed to ebb as they normally would on the downside of an emotional orgasm … only this time, to Vanessa's amazement, they suddenly peaked again under the frenzied activity in her pelvis.

Vanessa began to wonder if she would keep slipping from one orgasm to the next indefinitely until she heard Carlos' voice behind one ear, "Oh no, not yet … never so soon." That was followed by an extra strong push by Carlos with his cock wedging even tighter in her arse and holding there. She felt the heat of his wet discharge filling her arse from his now spasming cock, even while Nick's cock continued driving into her vagina unabated.

For a moment, Vanessa feared she might fall as she felt Carlos's body sag behind her. She threw her arms back around Nick's neck to hang on as he continued to pound her vital insides with his hard-on. Carlos managed to steady his trembling legs that had wavered for a moment under the sensations of his release inside the woman's tight arse.

It seemed that Nick managed to hang on to his control for about an extra minute, allowing Vanessa one further intense wave of pleasure through her lower body before she felt his hot blast too. His cum came surging from his tip, his sperm seeking out her vital but aging life-generating eggs.

Vanessa desperately hung on to Nick, now feeling his body shaking too as he attempted to hold her up while his legs trembled under their combined weights and through his release. All this time, the water tumbled down over the three of them.

Carlos' cock had halved in thickness and he was able to extricate it from her arse in spite of her sphincter seeking to hold him inside her. She unhooked her ankles from around Nick's arse and lowered them carefully to the floor of the shower stall. At her age, she felt stiffness everywhere, all of her muscles complaining from the prolonged cramped position that she had been taken in.

Nick had bent his knees to lower her to the floor and she almost felt sad at the separation as she felt his cock slipping from her vagina. As both men pulled their bodies away from hers, Vanessa reached out with both hands to steady herself against the shower walls, her legs trembling and weak. For a moment, she had eased out of the flow of the shower water. Without water cascading down over her body, she felt the rush of male cum – some of it mixed with her own vaginal juices - pouring from both holes, the openings gaping still from the pounding they had received from these two virile younger men.

"Are you okay?" asked Nick, a look of concern on his face as he watched Vanessa's fingers tenderly checking the sensitive openings of her body.

"Yes, I think so. God, that was quite a workout! I never knew that was possible … I mean, two men inside me at once. I didn't think I was that ignorant about sex, but I was mistaken."

"You're a strong woman, I figured you could take it."

"So you and Carlos planned it, did you?"

Nick looked quite sheepish, "Well, sort of…"

She gave him a smile, "That's okay, it was sort of exciting, in a weird kind of way. I don't know if I could do it too often." She winced as her fingers tested her anal opening, "Ooh, I'm gonna be sore back there for awhile."

Nick picked up the soap, "Here, you might need to wash all over again."

"I think you're right," she said, taking the soap from him and applying it to her genitals.

Nick stepped out of the shower, leaving Vanessa to finish off alone.

Chapter Eight

After her very long shower, Vanessa dried off and dressed, putting on some shapeless trackie pants and top, not wanting to appeal sexually to the three guys for a while. She figured that she needed some time for her body to recover. After the solid workout overnight, both her vaginal entrance and her anal ring were tender to the touch, even downright sore without even touching. So were her large nipples that had enjoyed quite a sucking.

She joined the guys at about 9.30am and Nick offered her breakfast. "Honey, I've got to go out of town for a few days. I have to tell you that I'm actually gonna miss having your body there at the ready, but I've got a good chance to get a couple of new clients … high rollers that can bring me a lot of bucks. Carlos will be coming with me as my protection, just in case. But you'll be safe here with Manny."

Vanessa looked over at Manny and saw more than his face … her immediate recall was of that monster cock that he had stuffed inside her early yesterday evening. Nick must have read her mind, maybe her face blanched at the thought of Manny shoving it in her again unrestricted for a few days without Nick around to protect her.




Psychological Payback Pt. 03



"You don't need to worry, I've told Manny not to touch you until I get back. I'll be back home Saturday morning. You will probably need that long for your body to recover after the workout we've given you since last night. Then, over the weekend, I can promise you, you're gonna get quite a workout again. Your husband still owes us big time and we're intent on collecting what he owes from you."

"Do you know how much the debt has gone down by me doing what I did with you guys overnight?" Vanessa even surprised herself by how comfortable she was talking about her prostituting herself to begin to erase William's debt.

"Ah, no … I haven't actually worked it out. Let me think, 500 each for Manny and me and 750 for Carlos because you took him up the arse. Then there was this morning, early … another 500 for me and then both of us together in the shower. Shit, that's got to be worth a grand probably … two cocks in you at once. Hey, that was good fun. So what are we up to?

"I work it out at $3,250," surprising herself at how coolly calculating she was being.

"Yeah, that sounds good, so your dead shit husband now only owes me $21,750. So do you think you'll be able to cope with fucking your way through the whole 25 grand."

She lowered her voice, not wanting Carlos or Manny to hear, "If it was only with you, Nick, I am sure I could. But I don't know if I could take Manny's monster cock or even Carlos putting it in my arse for several weeks."

"Yeah, you're right, it could be weeks. Hey, that's good, I could get to enjoy this."

"Don't you have a regular woman?"

"No, I haven't for about a year. Used to shag myself silly, decided I needed to cut back on it if I was gonna concentrate on making money."

"How can a handsome virile young man like yourself go for a year without it?"

"I didn't say that I hadn't had a good fuck in a year, I just said I didn't have a relationship with a woman."

"Don't you miss being able to cuddle up with a woman every night?"

"Where is this going … don't you go getting all romantic on me now, Vanessa."

She realised that Nick could have interpreted it that way. She wondered why she was quizzing him about his sex life and his relationships. This was so unlike her. She had previously taken so long to get to know a man before having sex with him. Of course, there had only been William for the past ten years. She was embarrassed to concede that she had only known Colin, the school principal, for a few weeks before going to bed with him. But then she justified that decision by needing to reward Colin for his generous financial gesture on the school fees.

Now here she was, having sex with three men that she had only known for mere hours. But she could justify these too because they had forced her to have sex with them as payment for her stupid husband's gambling debt. But just how much was she forced? Vanessa had to concede that none of the men had twisted her arms or physically assaulted her. No, they had simply told her that she was to give herself to them sexually … and she did so willingly. Stood up and walked into the bedroom each time. 'Was it too willingly,' she worried.

Vanessa wondered why she was so calm about having multiple sex sessions with these men, it was so out of character for her. And this weird fascination she was experiencing, of being with men who were criminals and who maybe even inflicted pain and suffering on people that did the wrong thing by them. 

Her whole world was spinning out of control. She missed her son terribly, but as for William, she did not miss him at all. She should feel shame at that admission, but Vanessa had thought a lot about her marriage while these three men penetrated her body. She had concluded that William's time was up. For him to have left his wife so vulnerable … he had put her in this inescapable predicament over yet another gambling debt that he hadn't even admitted to her until it was too late. She had exhausted all sympathy and love for this man, William had used her more shamefully than Nick and Carlos and Manny had with their bodies. 

Vanessa reflected that her sexual adventure with these men had been exciting and refreshing in what had become a dull married life. She doubted that she would be able to return to William as if nothing had happened when this adventure was over? She could only go back for the sake of their son, but she knew that William could never be a role model for Anthony and she needed to get him away from the bad influences of his father.

What about Colin … he was now single. Could she consider taking her son and moving in with Colin? She seemed to recall that she had enjoyed her day in Colin's bed, she had orgasmed with him … but just as she had feared when Nick, Carlos and Manny began inserting their cocks into her, the memories of Colin's lovemaking had faded fast. So would she in fact be happy and content sexually with Colin instead of William? Unfortunately, she couldn't answer that because the memories of Nick, Carlos and Manny fucking her had overridden every other recollection of the past few days.

Nick and Carlos packed their bags and Nick came over, leaned down and gave Vanessa a lingering kiss. "I'll be back Saturday morning, you and I are going to spend the whole weekend in bed, really getting to know each other's bodies. You're a good woman, Vanessa."

"Thank you," she said, giving him a warm smile.

"Don't you worry about Manny, I told him to leave you alone, give your body a chance to heal. But he does need to be here to make sure you don't leave … you are still kidnapped."

"Can I call home, I'm worried about what this is doing to my son … and how much William has told him?"

"Yeah, I guess so, that should be all right." He raised his voice so that Manny could hear him across the room, "Hey Manny, let her call home if she wants to, okay."

After Nick and Carlos left the apartment, Vanessa eyed off Manny nervously, wondering how disciplined he was. 'I wonder if he will respect what he's been told by Nick and not come near me for the next few days. Will that be hard for him?'

It was a Wednesday morning and she picked up the phone. She contemplated calling work to explain that she wouldn't be in tomorrow (Thursday). In fact, the way it now looked, she would miss her Mondays and Thursdays at work for perhaps the next two weeks. Instead, she called William first, to find out how many people knew about her predicament, and what they knew. She called him at work.

"William Wright," her husband answered the phone extension brusquely.

"William, it's Vanessa," she said softly into the phone, not wanting Manny to hear her conversation.

His interest level rose immediately, "Vanessa darling, how are you, what's happening?"

"I'm okay…" she said, shifting in the lounge chair, the move bringing a twinge of soreness in both of her essential pelvic region openings. "…well sort of!"

"What do you mean, what have they done to you, I'll kill them if they've hurt you, darling."

"They did everything that they told you they would do to me last night … they didn't hold back."

"Oh my God no, I thought they were only bluffing."

"William, these are serious criminals, they're not into bluffing. They've obviously been chasing you for the 25 thousand for a while now. You're such a wimp that you just ignored them, thought they couldn't hurt you. Well, they're smart enough to know by getting to me, they can hurt you more."

"What did they do to you?"

"Do you really want me to describe it, man by man, entry by entry? Let's just say it was all night long."

"How many did you have to go with?"

"Three, William … does the number really matter? One would have been bad enough."

"Did you have to let one of them … err, you know?"

"What, William? What are you trying to ask?"

"On the phone last night, Nick said that one of his men only ever did it with women in their arse. Did you have to let him do that?"

"Yes I did, William … I lay there and let him do it in my arse, all because of you, William … putting me in this predicament."

"You've never had anal sex before, have you? I mean, even before we met, I don't think you ever did it with any of your previous boyfriends."

"You're right, William, I never did … until now!"

"Did it hurt, Vanessa?"

"It's sore, but I'll live … actually he's done it in my arse twice now."

"Vanessa, what can I say … I am so sorry for getting you involved in this. So what's happening now, are they gonna let you come home?"

"William, you are in some kind of fairy land. These guys didn't take such a huge risk kidnapping me, only to let me go with a pat on my sore arse. They are in this for the long haul, until they recover their 25 grand."

"Are they expecting you to stay until it's all paid off?"

"What are you on, William … I was sitting here listening to Nick tell you that last night. We just worked out how much my body has worked off so far, in just over 12 hours. Your debt is down to just over 21 thousand. That's a long way to go, William … I could be here for weeks."

"Are they going to give you a break anytime … or do they just keep coming at you, hour after hour, day after day … like a gang bang?"

"No, I've got a break for a few days now, which is just as well because both my vagina and my arse are very sore. Nick's gone away for a few days and taken one of his bodyguards with him. But they left the other bodyguard here to make sure I don't escape before Nick gets back."

"Are you gonna be expected to let him have sex with you while Nick's gone?"

"No, Nick told him to leave me alone while he's gone, hopefully he does what his boss tells him." Vanessa turned around to see if Manny was listening to her phone call with her husband. He appeared not to be, she lowered her voice, "William, this guy has the biggest cock I've ever seen. Honestly William, it's about three times the thickness of yours, without a doubt … and longer too."

"Did you get all of him inside you, Vanessa?"

"With great difficulty, William … I hope I don't have to have him too many more times." She wondered why she had bothered to tell her husband about Manny's huge cock, 'Was it some way of making William sweat more for putting her in this position.' She thought that might be a possibility.

"I've been trying all morning to get the money, I can't get it from anyone."

"I am not surprised, William … you are so far gone that if there was anyone who still trusted you, you'd have hit 'em up for funds before this just to have another bet."

"This is going to cure me, Vanessa … I'm finished with gambling. I couldn't spend another dollar, knowing what I've got you into."

"It may already be too late for us, William. While I've been lying here having these men pummelling their cocks into me, I'm doing a lot of thinking. I don't think I can stay with you any longer … I just can't take your gambling with our money any more."

"Don't say that, darling … it will be okay, I promise."

"Oh you reckon. After they've used my body for another $21,000 worth, everything will be just peachy when they let me come home to you. William, I'll be damaged goods by then. With whatever number of fucks it will take to erase your $25,000 of debt, you wouldn't want me back even if I could stand being around you any longer."

"Oh darling, don't say that, we'll work on it, okay."

"No, not okay. Listen anyway, it's not all about you, William. How is Anthony coping without me, what does he know, what did you tell him?"

"I haven't told him where you are … I just said that there was a medical emergency with some of your interstate relatives and you had to go to them."

"Do you think he bought it, William?"

"Yeah, he seemed to … don't forget he's only eight."

"That's good, I gotta go, William … I'll try to call again."

She didn't really have to go … Manny was preoccupied playing computer games and Vanessa had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. It's just that she didn't have anything meaningful to say to her husband despite all she had just been through on his behalf.

The day dragged on, Vanessa watched some TV, had an afternoon sleep to try to catch up after being awake with Nick and Carlos for a good part of the night. When she adjourned to have that nap in the second bedroom, she worried that Manny may come in while she was sleeping. The prospect of Manny and his massive cock ran through her mind, keeping her awake. She could picture it just like she was looking at it live all over again. She recalled how proud the man seemed to be of his trophy cock.

That evening, Vanessa went into the kitchen and cooked dinner for Manny and her. He seemed to appreciate her gesture. She was sure that if she hadn't cooked, Manny would have called up to order takeaway for them both. She thought that she had done a good thing by serving him a nutritional meal. He was nice and polite to her, but he was generally a man of few words.

She was pleased that Manny was respecting her in accordance with his boss Nick's final instructions. He had not come near her other than to sit at the table to eat dinner. She went to bed around nine, again she had this nagging fear that Manny might come to her bed through the night. But he didn't! What was worse was that it took her over an hour to get to sleep. Despite her professed dislike of Manny's cock, she lay awake with visions of its erect size playing across her mind. She had a vivid memory of how it had first looked when Manny unveiled it for her from across the bed only 24 hours ago.

'Why am I thinking about his gigantic cock, for God's sake, it's not like I want to go through that again? My time with Manny was the least desirable of the three men,' thought Vanessa. She kept trying to remind herself how uncomfortable it had felt having him wedged up inside her compact body. She recalled too that she had not been able to orgasm with him. But was she harbouring some secret desire to have him again? At last, sleep came, but it was fitful.

Thursday dawned and she faced the prospect of another long drawn out day with little or no conversation from Manny. The day dragged on … again an afternoon nap to catch up on sleep she couldn't get when she was tossing and turning the night before. She cooked dinner again.

To bed again about nine and once more, her thoughts were plagued by visions of Manny's cock. Some times she just thought of it hanging there, allegedly limp, although his limp cock was bigger than any erect one she had ever seen. Other times, it had solidified to erection, not much longer, but decidedly thicker. As a curious thought, she wondered what it would weigh on its own … but then tried to rub that thought from her mind.

Vanessa began to wonder whether all of the thoughts of Manny's cock were just an indication that she was horny. She let her fingers roam down to her pubis. The entrance to her vagina was not as sore now, but somehow she couldn't get any action going with her clitoris. 'But why would I be horny,' puzzled Vanessa. 'On Tuesday, I had Colin through the day, Nick, Manny and Carlos progressively through the night, and then Nick and Carlos together on Wednesday morning. Good God, that's more sex in 24 hours than I've had in six months.'

"Oh shit, don't tell me I'm developing a need for it … becoming a … what do they call it … a nymphomaniac." She had said these words aloud and she surprised herself with the sound of her own voice as she lay in the dark in bed. 'Oh God no, I hope Manny didn't hear that, what if he's listening at the door?'

Again, it was another fitful night of sleep for Vanessa. When she woke Friday morning, she thought back on her reflections in bed last night and worried that she was becoming obsessed with Manny and his humungous cock. Nick would not be back until tomorrow – Saturday. She amazed herself at how keen she was to have him on top of her again, pumping his hard driving cock into her. 'What is happening to me?' she thought, 'I'm becoming sex crazed.'

But that was at least 24 hours away. First, she had to get through another long day cooped up in this apartment with the non-communicative Manny. She was running out of clean clothes, she would have to wash some soon. She rummaged through her bag and found Nick's bodyguards had packed her tightest pair of shorts, she never wore them any more. 'Hmm! Must be what they thought they'd like to see me in,' she thought as she drew them up her legs and just managed to get the button to close at the waist. The tight shorts emphasised the curve of her arse. She added a halter-top but went bra-less because all of her bras needed washing. 

Will Vanessa be expected to continue to accept the three men until the $25,000 has been covered?

To be continued...



Psychological Payback Pt. 04



Vanessa had been kidnapped Tuesday afternoon when she returned home after taking a lover for the first time. Nick the bookie and his bodyguards, Carlos and Manny, are holding her hostage to pay off her husband William's gambling debts. They are expecting her to give them sex on demand and already she has wiped out $3,250 of the $25,000 debt, based on supposed call girl rates.

Nick and Carlos are away on business and Vanessa has been left in the care of the over endowed Manny, who has been told to leave her alone so her vagina and anus can recover from the initial sex feast.

Again, it was another fitful night of sleep for Vanessa. When she woke Friday morning, she thought back on her reflections in bed last night and worried that she was becoming obsessed with Manny and his humungous cock. Nick would not be back until tomorrow – Saturday. She couldn't believe how eager she was to have him on top of her again, pumping his hard driving cock into her. 'What is happening to me?' she thought.

But that was at least 24 hours away. First, she had to get through another long day cooped up in this apartment with the non-communicative Manny. She was running out of clean clothes, she would have to wash some soon. She rummaged through her bag and found Nick's bodyguards had packed her tightest pair of shorts … she never wore them anymore. 'Hmm! Must be what they thought they'd like to see me in,' she thought as she drew them up her legs and just managed to get the button to close at the waist. She added a halter-top but went bra-less because all of her bras needed washing. 

She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't scrub up too badly for an old girl," she declared and went out into the living room to face the day. 

Manny muttered his usual and abrupt "Good morning" but this time she saw him do a double take when he saw what she was wearing.

'Maybe he was the one that packed my clothes,' she mused as she prepared herself some breakfast, then took it across to the table and flopped down to next to the bodyguard. "So what are we doing today, Manny?"

"Same as yesterday … and the day before," he muttered.

"God Manny, that's so boring. Can't we liven things up a bit?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know, play some games or something."

"What sort of games," asked Manny, seeming to show some interest.

"I don't know, card games or something … do you know any?" She gave him a cheeky smile, "Other than strip poker, of course."

"Never played that, how does it work?"

Vanessa was hesitant, she was moving into dangerous territory. Why was she taking this conversation there? Nevertheless, despite seeing the warning light in her head, she pressed on, "Just like normal poker, only you bet with items of clothing. When a player loses, they take off an item of clothing." She looked down at herself, again drawing his eyes to her body. "Probably not a good idea for me, I'm only wearing shorts, panties and this top. I would only last three hands and then I'd be naked."

She looked up to see his eyes staring at her breasts through the halter-top. After all, she had just told him the items of clothing she was wearing, and that didn't include a bra. She thought that he was probably imagining her naked after telling him that's how she would be after only three losing hands. 'My God, what am I doing?' she silently questioned herself. 'Am I that sexually frustrated that I would risk having another go with that cock of his. Good God woman, remember that you didn't want him ever again.'

She had to break the spell, she was teasing this man when his boss had told him that she was off limits while he was away. How strong would be his resolve, how scared would he be of Nick's wrath if he took her again when he'd been explicitly told not to. She scooped up her empty breakfast dish and retreated to the kitchen. She could feel Manny's eyes burning into her arse as she walked away from him in the tight shorts. She tried to stop her arse from wiggling from side to side as she walked, but she knew that was impossible … that was just how a woman was built.

"I found some cards," Manny called out to her as she cleaned up in the kitchen.

"Err, sorry Manny, that's not such a great idea now … maybe a bit later. I've got to clear up these dishes from last night's meal and then I have to do some washing." 

She anxiously waited, hoping that he would accept her excuse, then she heard a mumbled "Okay!" and she breathed a sigh of relief. 

'What am I?' she thought, 'I'm turning into what men call a prick teaser.'

Vanessa kept out of Manny's way all morning. About noon, the main phone rang. Vanessa looked around expectantly for Manny to answer it, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Manny, are you gonna get that?" she called out. His reply from behind the closed bathroom door told her that he was busy. She picked it up.

She recognised Nick's voice down the phone line, "What the fuck are you doing answering my phone?"

"Manny was busy," hurt at the anger in his voice directed at her. "I'm just helping out."

"What do you mean busy, where is the shit?"

"Probably having one, Nick … he's in the bathroom with the door closed."

"So you could just get up and walk out, he's supposed to be guarding you."

"Nick, don't you trust me by now? I am not about to try to escape. I respect that my husband owes you a lot of money. I don't like that I am now responsible for re-paying it, but I have to live with that. So what do you want?"

"I was just about to tell you both that Carlos and I will be delayed here."

"Oh no, Nick, so when are you getting back now?"

"Late tomorrow night instead of in the morning … that's all. Why are you so upset?"

"Nick, I am going up the wall here, I am so bored. I am being kept here so that you can use my body to reduce my husband's debt. I want to do that as soon as possible, so the quicker you get back, the quicker we can do it a lot more times."

"Wow, you have become the little sexpot, haven't you?"

"I do want to get it over with, and I'm not so fussed about having Carlos and Manny, but I do have to admit that I like the way you do it to me, so this coming week won't be too hard for me to take.."

"Good girl! Heck, I'm sorry I'm gonna be delayed now. Keep it warm for me, babe."

"It's hot already, Nick … try to get home sooner, eh."

"Yeah, I'll try," he told her, but not very convincingly. "Now go drag Manny out of the bathroom, I need to talk to him now."

Vanessa went up to the bathroom door and knocked, telling Manny through the door, "Nick's on the phone, he wants to talk to you now."

Manny hustled out and rushed across to answer the phone. Vanessa watched him idly as he talked to his boss on the phone. She looked at the bulge of his cock down his trouser leg, wondering if it was flaccid or erect. It was hard to tell with him, there wasn't that much difference. Vanessa thought that he would never be able to wear shorts or a swimming costume, his cock would slip out the bottom.

Vanessa made herself scarce by the time that Manny was off the phone. She drifted away into Nick's room, annoyed that she would have to spend another long day tomorrow (Saturday) before getting to reunite with Nick. She went through his clothes draw, taking out a pair of jocks and holding it up under her nose, trying to breathe in his masculine aroma. The jocks were clean so she went through his laundry hamper looking for a soiled pair. 'That's better,' she thought as she inhaled his musky male aroma.

She lay down on his bed, unsure if she wanted to sleep or masturbate. She loosened the tight shorts and her fingers foraged around inside her panties. But once again, the relief she sought would be denied. She tossed and turned for an hour or two without sleep.

About 4pm, her newfound carnal desire was raging within her body. She was again having visions of Manny's huge cock. She told herself that she would rather be picturing Nick's cock, but his was not available until tomorrow night. The taboo cock was just on the other side of that door.

Unable to deny herself any longer, at 5pm on Friday afternoon, Vanessa kicked off the too tight shorts and left Nick's room in only the halter-top and her panties that revealed a big wet spot in front. Manny was slumped on the lounge, watching sports on TV. She walked right up and stood in front of him, watching his eyes switch from the TV that she now obscured to staring at her panties and that wet spot.

"Manny, I don't really know how to play Poker, so let's just skip the first part and consider that I've already lost the first hand. My shorts are gone and I'm about to lose the second hand. Which will it be next, this top or my panties?" She ran a hand down and stroked two fingers across the wet spot, stunned that she could be so sexually blatant, but her raging need for sex was now out of control.

"What are you doing?" asked Manny, looking stunned.

"I am going up the wall in this apartment. I am bored stiff. I have been brought here to have sex with three men to pay off my husband's debts, so what are we waiting for?"

"No way, Nick told me to stay away from you until he gets back … besides, you were scared of my cock a few nights ago."

"That fear is gone now, Manny. I just need to feel a man inside me. Trouble is, if it's like last time, I probably won't cum with you, so do you do oral? Could you lick me first please, so I can get rid of this itch." She rubbed her fingers again provocatively, this time tracing the line of her pubic slit.

"I don't know, maybe I should call Nick to see if it's alright. I don't want to get into trouble."

"Believe me, Manny, you'll be in worse trouble if you don't get that friggin' cock of yours out – and quick."

His eyes darted around nervously. She could see how much control Nick had over him. Despite his arousal, he might still not help her. She pressed again, "I won't tell, Nick … this is just between you and me, Manny," she told him as she scooped the halter-top up off her body, exposing those pert bare breasts. His gaze switched from her panties to her now naked breasts. It looked like she was getting to him.

She was amazed at how sexually driven she had become. Quite brazenly for this previously demure married woman, she lifted her other hand and tweaked a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, emitting a cheeky little squeal when she felt it pinch. Vanessa saw Manny's hand drop and he adjusted the huge bulge in his trousers, obviously trying to make his enlarging hard-on more comfortable in its confinement. She decided that this was looking promising.

"Only you and me will know what happens here now," she reiterated to Manny, sensing that his resolve was weakening. "Manny, I won't lie to you. I know I was scared of it the other night … I'll probably be scared of it again when you take it out. But I won't stop you until you've cum. You do want to cum, don't you?"

His mouth was open now, his eyes ogling Vanessa's firm breasts. "If I let you inside me, Manny, promise me that you'll lick me till I cum first. I so need to cum, Manny. That's why I'm being so forward with you. If you knew me, you'd know this is so unlike me. I've never begged a man for sex before, but I just have this craving and I can't stop it."

He stood up so that he was right in front of her and she knew that she was going to get what she wanted as soon as he put his hands in the waist of his trackie pants and shucked them down. He was bare below the waist and there it was, that dreaded thick 12-inch monster. She recalled from her experience with him on Tuesday night that it was hard to determine whether it was erect or not, because the difference was only thickness, not length. As she stepped back and looked down assessing it, she determined that he was erect, seeing that it had now pushed outward away from between his thighs.

She reached a hand out to touch him and stroked down the topside of his solid shaft, "Where do you want to do it?"

"I don't care," he told her.

"We'll be more comfortable in bed," she said, reaching out for his hand and leading him toward the second bedroom. She would not have him in Nick's bed. As she went through the doorway, shutting out the bright lights of the sun-drenched living room, Vanessa experienced a moment of dread where she hesitated, puzzled at how her sexual needs had driven her to this.

She had reached the side of the bed and she turned to face him, only to see him removing his tee shirt. She admired those muscular arms, the abs, the six pack chest and then her eyes drifted downward and she again marvelled at how one man could be blessed – or was it burdened – with so much cock. 'I can't believe I'm responding to beefcake. Whatever happened to my ideal man having a good sense of humour and an intelligent, inquiring mind?' This man had neither, but he did have what she needed at this very moment.

Vanessa pushed her panties down over her hips, her thighs and let them fall to her feet. She was now as naked as he. She sat down on the bed and then lay down, her nudity exposed to Manny's gaze. "Remember the deal, you have to suck me first … please."

His knees came onto the bed and he shuffled into position between her wantonly spread thighs, all of her moist pinkish inner linings spread wide in front of his lowering head. She anxiously watched his face approaching and pondered, 'God, I hope he's good at it. What if he's a dud and he can't get me off, what will I do then? I have to cum.'

But Manny wasn't a dud. Vanessa almost lifted clear off the bed when his wet tongue stretched out and painted a sloppy wet swipe all along her parted labia from the vagina entrance to her all important clitoris. "Yes!" she moaned with enthusiasm and she grasped handfuls of his hair and pulled his head in tight to her pubic mound, almost suffocating him.

Yes, Manny was good. Everything about this man was big and his tongue seemed as out of proportion as his cock did. It could have been the best oral Vanessa had ever had, she wasn't that experienced to be able to tell. She just knew that Manny's tongue was very good and he delivered the most powerful orgasm to her body. She had needed this release badly … but now Vanessa felt more than satisfied. She thought that she might even ask him to do it again later. But the moment of truth had arrived. His large body loomed up above her and her vision seemed to be dominated by that thick man muscle that hung down between his thighs. She stared at it in awe, unconvinced that all of could disappear inside her despite already having done it once.

There was no doubt that she was wet enough, his tongue had seen to that. She pulled her own thighs back tightly, pressing her knees down till they touched her breasts, her mound now spread open as widely and lewdly as she could get it. She felt him touch the round bulbous head of his cock at her tight vaginal opening and she flinched in fright.

"This is my turn now," he told her, giving her a strange look, almost as if he didn't trust her and expected resistance now. But she was not about to try to talk him out of it … Manny had kept his side of the deal, having delivered a wonderful release to her body. She was intent on ensuring that she would not renege on this deal, no matter how uncomfortable this experience might become for her. 

"Go for it," she told him, attempting to sound confident, but all the while bracing herself for the bludgeoning she anticipated when he forced his thick cock into the narrow confines of her vagina. She felt his thick head push again at her tiny opening … he saw her face scrunch up in fear and she knew that he saw it. She felt the need to reassure him, "It's okay, Manny, I know I can do this. You just do what comes naturally to you and I'll do my best to keep up."

"Thanks," he said and he looked down between their bodies, saw her fingers readjusting his mammoth size, trying to spread her lower lips enough to fit around his bulbous cock-head … saw that she was helping make this happen.

"Okay, try now," she told him, seeming to be more compliant this time than she had been on Tuesday night. He pushed firmly again and his whole cock-head was sucked into the opening of her vagina. She gasped out loud, marvelling at its incredible girth … and she watched the look of exquisite pleasure register across his face as her wet velvety lining grasped his cock-head and hung on to it. Although he felt massive inside her and its size scared her for how it could rearrange her internally, she liked the power of him, liked that his cock was about to dominate her submissive body.

He leaned down and kissed her quite passionately and she appreciated a seemingly romantic gesture from a man with few social skills … one that she assumed would prefer wham bam – thank you mam. As he pushed in some more of his shaft, claiming territory within her inch by inch, she wondered if he had ever used this cock as a weapon. Had he raped any women who would not agree to sex on his terms?

Vanessa's thought pattern puzzled her these days. How had she gone from being a demure suburban wife to an aroused sexually aware woman constantly thinking about these men who were on the wrong side of the law … and their sexual tools? Now she was even dwelling on thoughts of this man, who was pushing his thick hard cock into her body, and whether he had been a sexual predator with other women. Surely she did not want him to exert such sexual aggression against her.

Vanessa shuffled her arse around on the bed trying to get more comfortable as Manny pushed more and more of his solid core into her body. She felt that she needed to manoeuvre her body into a comfortable position for when his hard driving thrusts began. She recalled from her experience with him the other night that she would be flattened into the mattress, her lower body and pelvic region expected to withstand the weight and power of his hard thrusts as he strove to bury all of his 12 inches into her again and again.

She felt his hard cock bottom out, pushing against her uterus with its tip. He was fully in and she felt so utterly stuffed inside with his thickness and his length. She brought her hands up to wrap around his back … as a sign to him that she was ready and willing for the action to start. Manny took the cue from her and began withdrawing slowly until only the tip was held by her clutching vaginal lips … only to pause before driving it home again in one long unending powerful thrust. As he seated it home again inside her, she could not hold back a whimper then a long sigh.

Manny fucked her hard … and he fucked her long. Recollecting her first experience with him, Vanessa did not expect any specific pleasure for her. This was his repayment for relieving that needy sexual itch in her that his tongue had accomplished so well. She couldn't tell if she was better prepared for him today or if having already had him once had made her more receptive, but part way through his long long fuck, she began to feel a tingle from deep within her lower body. 'It can't be,' she told herself.

But sure enough, gradually the tingle became a gentle pulsing and Vanessa hooked her legs up over his, attempting to increase the stimulation that his cock was delivering to her erogenous zones. She began to make little purring sounds on each thrust, "Ummm! Ummm!" to let him know how she was feeling. Her fingers started to move on his back, her fingernails scratching his smooth tanned skin.

"You liking this?" he asked her, actually smiling as he looked down from above her.




Psychological Payback Pt. 04



"Oh yes, Manny … don't cum yet."

He didn't answer her, but she saw him close his eyes, perhaps to concentrate more on controlling his ejaculation. She appreciated that he appeared to care enough to help her get over the top. She tried to relax her body, willing herself to go with the flow. It seemed to help, she could feel the waves building up within her pubic region. But now she could hear Manny panting heavily, his thrusts seemed to be shortening in that telltale way that says a man is struggling to hold back his cum.

"Please, just hold on, I'm almost there," she pleaded, now anxious to have her body join his in joint release. "Oh yes!" she screamed out at him, signalling that he could now let it go. Her climax hit, a powerful series of waves that washed through her lower body, the throbbing becoming intense. And then she felt his matching release, his thick cock spasming hard within her, filling every available space as its head's tiny eye spat his cum deep into her uterus.

Her gasping, panting moans of pleasure filled the bedroom as her body peaked and then slowly came down from another sexual crest … this one completely unexpected. "Oh Manny, that was wonderful, I never expected to feel like this."

Still a man of few words, he said nothing to her in reply, seemingly ignoring her enthusiastic praise … perhaps cockily confident that he could pleasure her so well. He could only smile at her. Vanessa accepted that as his way of showing recognition of her appreciation.

Vanessa lay back, looking up at Manny's face, trying to read his thoughts. He looked happy, he looked like a man who had just got his rocks off in a big way. She saw him look down between their bodies, his suspended high above hers, thoughtfully keeping his weight from squashing her into the mattress. He seemed to be watching in fascination as he withdrew his still quite thick cock slowly from out of her vagina. He was able to see her slick juices clinging to the skin of his shaft.

Vanessa felt his cock's departure through every fibre in her body. While she had enjoyed this coupling with him much more than her nervous first time last Tuesday night, it had still been difficult to cope with … the sheer width of his tool spreading her passage so much wider than it was ever meant to go.

She was filled with mixed emotions, her whole body still tingling from the orgasm he had so masterfully delivered, but her lower body almost relieved that this huge rounded solid wedge had been withdrawn from inside her.

Almost immediately, she began to experience pangs of regret. Could her vagina overcome the stretched width to which it had been expanded, and shrink back to normal size by the time Nick returned and re-claimed her body? Nick had told Manny to leave her alone, a gesture that she at first appreciated. But as the days had dragged on, Vanessa yearned for more of the varied sexual delights she had experienced from these three very different men. She had found herself thinking of and fantasising about Manny's gigantic cock as the two of them co-habitated in the confined space of this apartment. So much so that she had set out purposefully to seduce Manny and to try to take it inside her one more time.

Had Nick been thinking only of her when he had told Manny to leave her alone until he returned … or was his motive more selfish, to keep her vagina tight and ready for his return? Vanessa found herself wanting Nick more and more … but did he feel the same way about her? She was eager for his return, to see if her feelings were reciprocated.

While a woman likes to have her man lie with her, soaking up the after-glow of good sex, she knew that Manny would not be one of those men who would even indulge the woman with a romantic cuddle after sex. "You can go watch TV," she told him, relieving Manny of all responsibility for affection during her wind-down period.

Manny jumped at the chance and was gone from the bedroom in a flash, leaving Vanessa alone in the bed with her thoughts and her warm feelings. She lay there for about an hour, puzzling over her raw sexual awakening, and of the men who had opened up this new part of her life. She knew more and more as each day passed that she could not return to William.

So her choices appeared to be either the sensible one with Colin, the school principal – she was sure he would have her – or the dangerous course with Nick. But did the bookie really want a 45-year-old once conservative woman … and would he expect her to continue to share it around with Carlos and Manny?

She cooked dinner again for she and Manny that Friday night. Nothing more was said about the frantic sexual activity that had just taken place in the bedroom. Vanessa found that strange … that two people could go about their business in this apartment without any intimate contact when just hours ago, the contact had been intensely hot and heavy.

She stayed out of his way on Saturday, not wanting even the suggestion of a repeat performance so close to Nick's return. The hours dragged by. Mid afternoon, she showered and dabbed on some perfume in all of the strategic places. She dressed up for Nick's return. Did he appreciate it? She thinks that he did. His eyes seemed to rise when he saw her and he whisked her away to his bedroom within 15 minutes of his return. The sex between them was great … hot and heavy and multi-orgasmic – for her. If he noticed that her vaginal passage didn't grip him as tightly because of Manny's stretching the day before, then he didn't show it. She used all the muscles in her pelvic region to heighten the excitement for him.

There was no doubting that it was great sex. She figured that he would have to be content with her efforts.

She stayed in his bed that night … and the next day (Sunday). There was no suggestion from Nick that she would have to have sex with Carlos or Manny again. Vanessa was happy about that, Nick was the one that made her glow.

Chapter Nine

She spent four nights straight in Nick's bed and Vanessa began to feel that she was becoming his woman. At times, he was almost attentive and romantic with her. She felt that she was seeing the softer side of Nick the bookie.

She even got to leave the apartment during the day on Wednesday … it was her first time out in eight days. Nick took her shopping … to an intimate apparel store. He insisted on buying her all of this sexy lingerie. When they got back to his apartment, he told her to shower and put on the best pieces – they were going out to dinner.

Vanessa was quite excited. Although she missed her son terribly, she had barely given a thought to William. When she did, it was only in relation to how he was taking care of Anthony. But now for Nick to want to take her out on a date, she somehow figured that her relationship was turning from kidnapped captive to lover. In reality, eight days held secreted away in a high-rise apartment had created delusions of a relationship with this man.

Carlos drove Nick's car while the new loving couple sat in the back seat, Vanessa clinging excitedly to Nick's arm. She could feel elements of her new underwear, the string part of the thong pulling tight against her anus made her recall having Carlos take her in the arse … she wondered if that man was bitter at Nick for not giving him another chance there. She was wearing an older style garter belt, the four long straps pulled tautly to hold up her nylon stockings. Her under-wired bra was very low cut, the lace barely concealing her prominent nipples and the dress too was scooped low. She had felt the cool night breeze on her bare skin as she crossed the pavement from the apartment building to the car.

The car pulled up outside the city's leading Sheraton 5-star hotel and a doorman quickly had the door open. Vanessa slid across the car's leather seat toward the open door, her short tight skirt riding up to the tops of her thighs. Vanessa would not normally wear a dress this short, she was self conscious as her feet stretched out for the ground and she could see the appreciative look on the doorman's face as he stared openly into the inverted vee of her thighs.

She was annoyed that he was so blatant, "Was that good for you?" she said to him as her body straightened up outside the car.

"Sure was, ma'm … a benefit that comes with the job," he told her cheekily.

Vanessa was indignant, 'How dare he,' she thought. She turned to Nick, "Don't tip him," she demanded, flipping her head around and walking off with dignity, her hands at her sides pushing the dress back down.

Nick steered her into the hotel's plush and expensive restaurant, giving his name to the maitre d'. As the couple was led toward the booths at the back of the restaurant, Nick told her, "We are meeting someone, I do have a business meeting here."

Vanessa was instantly disappointed, she hadn't anticipated anybody else being with them. She had been so excited to not only be out of that cooped up apartment, but to have the ruggedly handsome younger Nick showing her off as his date. "Why didn't you tell me," she said, turning to him as they walked between tables, "I thought I had you to myself."

"I didn't have to," he reminded her coolly, "You are spending time with me for a purpose. You've worked it down to $18,500, that's still a bit to go."

A reminder that she was still paying off William's gambling debt was the last thing Vanessa had wanted to hear while out on this date. 

They had reached the booth and the maistre 'd stood back to allow Vanessa to slide in one side and Nick on the other. Her short tight skirt again made it difficult, riding up her thighs as she bent at the waist to slide into the booth. She imagined that the maistre d' was enjoying the view just as the doorman had, but he said nothing, just placed the menus in front of the couple.

Vanessa was by now seething, "Then why did you buy me all of this stuff?"

"To look nice, I like the women that I take out to look sexy … and you sure do."

"You confuse me, Nick … and by the way, who is this man we are meeting? Will it be a couple? Is he bringing his wife or girlfriend too?"

"No, just him, Vanessa."

"Oh, that's great … me with two men. I might as well be back in your apartment."

Her anger was cut short as the maistre d' reappeared, leading a short balding podgy man, about 5'5", to their table. At first guess, Vanessa thought he looked older than Nick, possibly around her own age. Nick stood to greet him with a handshake.

"Hi Oliver," said Nick and then turning to look down toward Vanessa, he added, "I'd like you to meet my very good friend, Vanessa … honey, this is Oliver."

She pushed her hand out to shake the hand of the new arrival, but he instead took her hand in his and kissed it, then speaking in a French accent, told her, "It ees my pleasure to meet you, Vanessa." 

"You can see he's very French," said Nick laughing.

Vanessa withdrew her hand and dropped it below the table, surreptitiously wiping away his wet slurp on the tablecloth. Oliver began to slide in alongside her and Vanessa found herself having to slide around in the booth until she was on the bottom of the 'U' facing out to the rest of the room, a man on each side of her.

Nick ordered drinks for the three of them and the men immediately started talking business. From what she could deduce, Oliver was a bookie too and Nick was attempting to negotiate a merger or takeover to double his own client base and no doubt double his turnover. Some of the conversation was of interest to Vanessa but other parts were boring. 

During the boring bits, she reflected on how her lifestyle had changed in just over a week. From living a struggling life with a losing gambler, she was now mixing with the kings of the trade … and here she was dining in one of the city's finest restaurants. She heard the way these men talked about their clients … men just like her husband William … suckers who contributed to the bookies' wealth while leaving their families in abject poverty. She could now clearly see both sides of the gambling trade.

She had to admit that the meal was superb, they had two courses and the three of them put away two bottles of wine. The alcohol lightened Vanessa's mood a little. Nick was obviously paying the bill for this evening … he was trying to impress Oliver at every opportunity.

Between main course and dessert, Vanessa had the need to excuse herself to go to the ladies room to pee, having consumed quite a few glasses through the evening. On her return, she had to go through that bent over, skirt-hiked manoeuvre to get back into the middle of the booth. She could feel both men ogling the large expanse of thigh she revealed. 'I bet they can see my stocking tops and garter straps,' she thought, 'damn pervs.'

While Oliver had ignored Vanessa most of the evening, preferring to discuss the pending financial deal with Nick, she found that upon her return from the bathroom, Oliver was now suddenly directing most of his conversation to her. He asked about her background, her life … Vanessa was guarded, not knowing how much Nick had told the man about her. For example, Vanessa wondered if Oliver knew that she was a kidnapped captive of Nick. She thought the man would hardly believe it seeing them sitting up here in this 5-star restaurant.

When Vanessa finished her dessert and pushed the plate away, she observed that both men were shuffling closer to her on the rounded bench seat, closing in on each side. She directed her attention to Nick on her right, despite the close presence of Oliver to her left, his knee brushing against hers under the table. "What's happening, Nick, why are you both so close?"

Nick reached across the table to Vanessa taking both of her hands in one of his, pulling them closer to him, stretching her arms forward. "My darling Vanessa, I need you to do something for me."

Vanessa looked across at Nick warily, her eyes revealing her suspicion, occasionally darting to her left to check out Oliver, whose presence she could feel getting even closer to her, making her uneasy. "Nick, I don't like this, what's going on?"

Nick stared directly into her eyes, "I am very happy, Oliver and I have just completed our deal … he will hand all of his clients over to me. I have to make a cash payment to my colleague here, along with some fringe benefits."

"What fringe benefits, what are you talking about?" Vanessa's voice now sounding extremely nervous.

She jumped when she felt a touch on her stockinged thigh, just above the left knee. She spun her head around toward Oliver, realising it must be his hand since Nick held both of hers tightly. "Don't do that," she said with as much venom in her voice as she could muster.

"That's just it, honey, I want you to let him do that. You are the fringe benefit."

"No, you can't do that, I won't let you … you have no right, I have a say in this."

Nick's voice was firm and it drew her gaze back to his stern eyes, "I obviously need to remind you that I do have the right to let my new business partner touch you however he wishes, here right now and later in his room."

"No, no way, I'm not going anywhere with him."

"Now honey, don't make a scene. I call all the shots, your husband is into me for 25 thousand, less the favours you have provided so far."

"They were only for you … and Carlos and Manny, nobody else. This was not part of the deal." She jumped as she felt the hand that had landed on her thigh begin to trace softly upward. She clamped her thighs together tightly, denying him access to her treasures nestled further up under her skirt.

"Honey, you talk as if you negotiated a deal with me. You did nothing of the sort. I had you removed from your home and I told you what would be expected of you. Well, now I am extending the arrangement because it is taking a long time for you to eradicate your husband's debt. Now, the good thing for you is that your time with Oliver tonight is at double the rates we had agreed upon. So, here is a good chance to really work at lowering William's debt, honey."

Oliver now bought into this conversation, "Nick, you told me that she would not be any trouble. I don't want to fight for what is mine."

Nick turned to placate the Frenchman, "It's okay, Oliver, everything's good, Vanessa just needed to be reminded of her obligations."

"Well then, get her to open her legs," demanded Oliver, becoming angry at the woman's rejection of him.

Vanessa ignored Oliver, tears welling up in her eyes as she told her captor, "Nick, you haven't let Carlos or Manny near me since you got back. I thought that meant that you wanted me for yourself only. With just you doing me, I figured that it would take weeks to work off the debt, but I didn't care how long it took because I really like doing it with you. I could take plenty of that, I thought I might even stay after the money was paid off … I thought we both liked each other."

"Honey, I don't get attached, you are another business deal to me. I would prefer that William had paid me my 25 thousand. I value the cash more than I value you." That comment hurt Vanessa and she cringed at his cold assessment. "But since your dead beat husband didn't have the money, fucking you is a pleasant diversion. Letting Carlos and Manny have you once or twice was better than having to pay them a cash bonus for the overtime they put in." 

Vanessa cringed again at his frank dismissal of her worth. She had fantasised about the likelihood of staying with Nick for a while. He was crushing her now, the grim reality being that he had turned her into a whore … nothing more, nothing less. As she stared at Nick through tearful eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she felt this ugly little fat man next to her roaming his fingers up her left thigh, passing over the buckle of her garter that held the stockings taut, then up over her smooth bare upper thigh flesh. She continued to clamp her thighs together, reviewing her options that all appeared hopeless now.

She felt the man's hand trying to prise her thighs apart, his fingers resting high up, they felt like they were only an inch from her crotch. She saw Nick look across at Oliver, but didn't see the Frenchman's reaction. Whatever it was, Nick seemed to get the message about what was or wasn't happening under the table. "Do as he wants, open your legs," Nick told her, his voice clear and demanding.

"No!" she said softly, unwilling to let this new man fondle her under the table like she was a common slut.

She felt Nick's hands clenching her hands tighter, looked to see the anger in his eyes. "Do it now, you bitch, or you'll regret it. You do this here and now or I take you straight home and let Carlos and Manny both have you without foreplay, just dry and hard."

She hated hearing Nick talk to her this way, his threatening tone sending a shudder through her as she pictured Manny's massive cock entering her without moisture … and Carlos doing the same in her arse. Slowly and without turning to look at the man on her left, whose fingers were seeking access to her hidden treasures, she relaxed her thigh muscles, letting them drift apart.

She immediately felt the man's fingers that had crept up under her skirt, now pulling the skirt up to her hips. With the tightness of the skirt gone from around her thighs, she allowed the man to part them still further, then felt his fingers trace the last two inches of her inner thigh. His fingers alighted softly on her pantied crotch, touching her pubic crease intimately up and down through the material of her thong.




Psychological Payback Pt. 04



Embarrassed, she closed her eyes, shutting out Nick's probing gaze as he watched her face intently, holding her hands while his colleague now openly fondled Vanessa beneath the table. She wondered if anyone in the restaurant could see what was happening and opened her eyes to chance a look around. She satisfied herself that nobody could see … now she had to cope with the knowledge that this man was about to do unspeakable things to her while she was expected to sit there demurely, looking normal.

She felt the man's fingers slip further up under her dress, coming up to her belly, slipping his fingers into the side of the material of the thong, his nails against her skin. Then, he traced his fingers back down, pulling the panties forward and then to one side, exposing her pubis. Somehow, he seemed to tuck the thin strand of material to one side, leaving her pubis exposed to his fingers that now did the walking, tracing up and down along her outer labia lips.

As the fingers parted those lips, he touched some moisture already forming on her inner labia. "Nick, yes, she ees wet!"

"I told you man, she's a very sexual woman, you won't be disappointed."

Vanessa felt degraded that these two men were talking about her in such an intimate way, as if she wasn't hearing them.

The man's fingers became more vigorous on discovering that her juices were already flowing and she hated that her body should give her away in this manner. There was nothing she could do about that. In one way, she was thankful that her body had responded to his light touch on her leg, because as unpleasant as this experience was for her, it would be worse if he was fingering her and she was dry.

She couldn't hold back an emotive grunt escaping her mouth as the man pushed his finger just inside her vagina, moving it around, accidentally – or was that on purpose – touching her g spot with his fingertip.

She saw Nick grin and she hated him for it as he told the Frenchman, "I can see that she likes what you're doing. I told you, Oliver, she is very sexual."

Vanessa felt Oliver's fingers leave her vaginal opening and trace upward along her spread lips, finally arriving at where she didn't want to be touched. Here, in this full restaurant, with the waiters hovering around, Oliver's fingers found her emerging clitoral bud and rolled it between two fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, "Unnghh! Oh please, not in here!"

Nick tightened his grip on her hands, "Yes babe, in here, for sure. Do it, Oliver, she is wild when she comes."

The short podgy man had amazingly magical fingers, they rolled her clitoris around between his thumb and forefinger and Vanessa felt the arousal building quickly within her lower body. Her panting, gasping breaths were becoming quite loud and between her partly closed eyes, she saw even Nick looking around nervously, looking to see if other diners had heard her orgasm approaching.

She could do nothing to hold it back, her body was out of her mind's control, wantonly jerking on the padded bench as the fingers of the little fat Frenchman drove her to a climatic peak. Her whole body felt it, spasming into an intensely pleasurable release that Vanessa was able to convey to Nick through their clenched hands.

She opened her eyes to see that Nick appeared to be shaken by the ferocity of her coming, his eyes watching hers as she opened them and looked nervously around her. She half expected to see every pair of eyes in the restaurant staring her way … but was thankful when they weren't. The little fat man had known when to stop his finger movements. When her orgasm hit, he flattened his fingers and grasped her whole crotch, holding his fingers there against her. He was able to feel her coming against his fingers and she had a firm grip against her pubis on which to rub herself to elicit complete fulfilment.

Now, Nick at last released his hold on her hands … she stretched out her fingers, then picked up her napkin to wipe the perspiration from her brow and from within her cleavage. The man had removed his hand from between her legs. Attempting to retrieve her dignity, she told the two men, "That was quite unexpected, or did you two plan that while I was out at the ladies room?"

"Not really," admitted Nick, "I just told Oliver that he could have you."

"But here, in the restaurant, in front of all these people," she protested.

"That was only the appetiser, my pet. Now, you will go with Oliver to his room. You will do whatever he wants … and I do mean whatever he wants, no holding back. I will come back for you in the morning. Do you understand what I want you to do?"

"I hear what you're saying, but I don't want to do it. I am not a common whore, Nick."

"You are in the process of relieving your husband of a very large debt. You will do whatever I tell you to do to repay that debt. I don't intend to sit here and argue with you. I have already made you a very generous offer. Everything you do up in Oliver's room tonight will be at double the rates we previously agreed upon. So if he fucks you, as I am certain that he will, that's one thousand off the debt. Should he wish to stick it up your arse … or something even kinkier, like piss on you or have you piss on him, that's fifteen hundred."

Vanessa was shocked. Not only did she not want to go to this man's room alone with him, she dreaded the sudden realisation that he might have some kinky ways that she had never before experienced. She looked across at Oliver and pictured his fat podgy body naked and on top of her, sweaty and smelly.

"I will not debate this with you any longer, Vanessa. Now, will you get up and go with the man while I settle the dinner bill … or do I have to take you up there myself to see that you fulfil my obligation to Oliver? It is becoming embarrassing to me to have to have this conversation in front of my friend. Now, are you going?"

Vanessa sighed and looked between the two men. Then she silently picked up her purse and signalled to Oliver to start getting up from the table so that she could slide out along the seat behind him.

"That's much better," Nick told her as he called the waiter over. "Can I have the bill please?"

Oliver had got himself into position to watch Vanessa slide out of the booth, her skirt still hiked high. His view was made even better by the fact that her panties were still caught off to one side of her crotch, revealing her bare pubis, the juices glistening on her skin … that area of skin he would be touching again within five minutes.

Oliver took Vanessa's arm and escorted her out of the restaurant and across the hotel lobby to the elevators. There, he told her to wait and they both looked expectantly toward the door of the restaurant they had just left. Oliver was looking out for Nick, seeking his final seal of approval on the Frenchman going back to his room with the woman that Nick had brought here tonight. Vanessa was looking out for Nick, desperately hoping that he may yet have a change of mind and save her from going off with Oliver.

Nick appeared after paying the tab for the meal and drinks. He walked up to them both, leaning forward to kiss Vanessa chastely on the lips, "Be good for him, give him everything you've got, this deal is important to me." Then, he turned to Oliver and shook the Frenchman's hand, "My friend Oliver, we are sealing the deal by my giving you my current lady. Treat her well and she will give you one hell of a night." He turned back to Vanessa and told her, "Carlos will come for you in the morning, he will be here at eight, be down here in the foyer ready for him."

Without a further word, Nick turned and walked away, across the hotel lobby and out the front door to return home, leaving her with this man she had just met. Vanessa knew next to nothing about him. He appeared to be in his late forties, balding, podgy verging on fat and he perspired a lot. She felt Oliver take her arm again and lead her quite forcefully into a waiting elevator. They rode up to the 20th floor where they stepped out and he steered her down the hallway. She walked that sexy way that women in high heels walk, with her arse swaying from side to side while he – with too much weight - sort of waddled alongside her.

He stopped her at his room door, fumbled for his card key and swiped it in the lock. He pushed the door open and she walked into this man's room, she saw the large bed that was the dominant feature in this hotel room. A maid had turned back the covers and placed a chocolate on the pillow. 

Vanessa walked across to the window and looked out at the city view spread out before her. She felt Oliver sidle up behind her, felt his arms encircle her body, the palms of both hands holding a breast each through her dress and bra. It was so predictable, she knew that he would go for this move first. She stood emotion less, anticipating that he would push his groin up against her arse. He did, on cue … she could feel that he already had an erection and he rubbed it in the ridge formed by her well-proportioned arse cheeks.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" he asked.

"No, I'm okay," she replied, resisting the chance to stave off the inevitable by two or three minutes. 'If it's going to happen, we might as well get on with it,' she thought.

He broke away from her, "Well, I have to take a piss, make yourself comfortable," he told her as he headed toward the bathroom, dropping his trousers as he went. Her last glimpse of him as he disappeared through the door was from behind, in a baggy pair of white cotton underpants that sagged below his arse, and the shedding of his shirt that revealed rolls of fat around his middle.

'Yuck, take a wash while you're in there,' she mumbled to herself as she turned and walked to the bed, placing her purse down on the bedside table. She reached one hand up behind her neck and loosened the clasp of her dress. She shimmied her body to have the dress slip over the curves of her breasts and her hips. The roll of material pooled around her ankles just as Oliver reappeared from the bathroom.

"I didn't even waste time shaking it off … I didn't want to miss anything." 

She looked up to see that uninviting vision from the front now, his belly big and unhealthily large, hanging over the white cotton underpants that turned out to be y-front jockeys and his stiffened cock stuck out through the opening in them. 'It was unimpressive as cocks go,' thought Vanessa, 'probably only average size.' She amazed herself how she had become an expert on size, it was probably after seeing Manny's.

The Frenchman seemed to think that she should be impressed, he handled it himself, wanking it several times. "So what do you think?" he asked as if seeking a critique.

"Seen one, you've seen them all," Vanessa told him, unflatteringly. With her dress gone, she now stood tall and proud, her high heels making her legs look more shapely and pronounced, her curves more prominent. She wore the low cut bra that barely concealed her nipples, a garter belt around her waist, a g-string that became a thong in back and nylon stockings that were attached to the garter belt with long straps. "So what do you think?" she mimicked his question.

"C'est magnifique," he praised in recognisable French. "Nick has truly given me a wonderful prize."

"You better believe it," she told him, her own arousal at zero but supremely confident that this little fat man would find her compact and shapely 45-year-old body highly desirable.

Oliver paused, looking like he didn't know where to start first. Then he recalled a conversation that he had with Nick at dinner while Vanessa was at the toilet. "I think I would like to see your breasts first, my dear."

"Why not?" she replied resignedly and reached around behind her back, unclasping the bra. She eased the cups forward off her prominent mounds and Oliver got his first look at those large extended nipples that Nick had so accurately described to him.

"They are just as Nick said, they are so big."

"I've been told that a bit, it seems that men like that."

"As much as a nursing baby would like them," he said as he stepped forward to bridge the gap and his head bent forward and his mouth fully engulfed her left nipple, sucking and licking on it.

Vanessa had wanted nothing to do with this man, but Nick had forced her to go with the man to his room, justified it by telling her it was part of repaying her husband's gambling debt. But no instruction from Nick could tell her that she had to enjoy it. Oliver feasted on her large nipple. When he seemed to have gorged himself enough on the left, he swapped to her right nipple and devoured that too. Despite this podgy man's unattractive appearance, Vanessa couldn't help deriving some pleasure from the man's mouth in spite of her determination to participate without emotional involvement.

Her body swayed a little as she stood there, her breasts being suckled by a strange little fat man … one that she would pass in the street without a second glance. Yet, here in this hotel room, not only was he kissing and suckling her bare breasts, but very soon, he would be pushing his eager cock into her body. Vanessa shuddered at the thought. In this past week, she had learned to let a man possess her body in the most intimate way without any love or affection on her part.

She was struggling to stand upright, not having anything to lean on as Oliver concentrated on his oral assault on her large extended nipples. She could have supported herself by resting her hands on his head, but that could imply that she was holding his head to her in pleasure. She was desperate not to encourage the man by showing any sign of longing or affection.

As determined as Vanessa was not to enjoy Oliver's suckling of her breasts, the longevity and intensity of his constantly moving lips and tongue did have an effect. She suspected that her vaginal juices were flowing, but didn't want to drop her fingers down to check for fear that he would construe her move as sexually participating. She was trying to maintain a normal breathing pattern, but she could hear herself … her breaths were becoming ragged and noisy.

At last, his mouth moved away, sliding up over the smooth skin on the top of her breasts, to her neck … such a large expanse of bare skin for his mouth to kiss and suck on … and to deliver love bites. She was still curious about her juices. Now Oliver was checking it out for her, his fingers had slipped inside her g-string and were tracing along the spread lips of her outer labia … blood-filled and parted to expose her inner workings to his inquiring fingers.

His touch confirmed what she already suspected … his fingers slid easily along and around all of her good bits, because she was wet … very wet and open. His finger touched the entrance to her vagina and she shuddered. Did his finger cause that shudder of arousal … or his mouth kissing and sucking on the skin of her neck … or was it both together?

Whatever, her body was seeking what her mind did not want. She cursed her body for becoming so wet down within her pubis … her nipples for hardening and standing out like road spikes … her breathing for making her seem like a woman in heat.

He had an arm around her back to steady her as she swayed under the two erogenous zones that were receiving his attention. She even shuffled her legs apart to improve his access. "Can we lie down?" she asked him, her voice now husky with desire.

He moved both of his hands and gently pushed the back of her legs against the edge of the bed. She let herself fall back into a sitting position and then wondered about the wisdom of that move when she found herself almost facing his erection that still stood out horizontally from out of his Y fronts.

Fearing that he might expect her to suck on him, she quickly lay back on the bed, swinging her body around so that her legs were on the bed, clear of the floor. He reached forward and grasped the thin waistband of her g-string, hauling it down her legs. The garter belt and stockings were all that remained and he left them there.

Vanessa watched as he held her g-string up under his nose, sniffing her aroma from it and threw it to the floor. Then he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his extra-large size cotton underpants and pushed them down his legs. Now he was naked, her eyes could scan his body … it was not a pretty sight, way overweight with rolls of fat, pools of sweat in patches. She had noticed at dinner that his main course contained garlic … now she could smell it oozing out of his pores.

The bed sagged to one side when Oliver kneeled on it, looking over her body, his eyes lasciviously devouring all of her, like a kid in a toyshop who didn't know where to look next. Her moved his knees in between hers and she watched and waited, knowing the coupling with the Frenchman was now only seconds away. At least she was wet … she was more than ready to accept him into her. Now she could only hope that he was quick … she didn't care if she got nothing from it … she just wanted it done.

He lowered his body toward her and Vanessa's more imminent fear was of being squashed beneath him as his stomach landed on hers first, long before the rest of him would catch up. She felt his erection bumping against her mound, still nowhere near her centre. He was so fat that it would have been years since he had seen his own cock other than in the mirror.

Vanessa realised that she would have to somehow get her hands between them, to manipulate his cock into place. His own hands were busy enough, struggling to hold as much of his weight as possible from smothering the delectable woman beneath him.

She pushed her hands under his bulging stomach and felt around between their bodies, managing to manoeuvre his cock into the opening of her vagina, giving him a look that implied Go for it. As soon as he felt her inner labia lips surrounding his cock-head, he pushed forward, his cock slipping inside Vanessa's wet passage.

She grunted, either from his cock's entry or from the weight of his stomach that flattened her body into the mattress. Then she felt him shove forward again and more of his erection went into her body. One last push and he seated it home up inside her vagina. She felt him inside her, but she felt nothing from his being there. 'Oh my God, just do it, hopefully he'll cum quickly,' she thought.

Oliver did just do it. He began his fucking of her straight away. There was no finesse, no real technique about the Frenchman. He was getting his rocks off inside her body without much care or concern for the woman who was flattened beneath him. Maybe it was the way this opportunity had opened up for him … Nick had offered Vanessa's body to him to cement the deal they had just made for the takeover of Oliver's business. She had been offered to him like a cheap whore … for his – and his alone – sexual satisfaction.

She didn't know how long it took, she didn't count the thrusts, and she didn't have a watch handy. But in comparative time to all of the sex with different men she had had recently, this was the quickest, so she was happy about that. He worked himself up into a quick frenzy, his brow a lather of sweat, some of it dripping down on Vanessa as his gasping breathing gave him away long before she felt his cock spasm and the cum splashed up inside her.

She eagerly waited for him to pull out and roll off her, and he did quite quickly. She lay there in the darkened hotel room, silent herself, listening to his heavy breathing that very quickly turned to snoring as he drifted asleep in his after-glow.




Psychological Payback Pt. 04



She wanted to wash all of him from her body, the sweat and garlic that he had transferred to her smooth skin, and the bodily juices that he had inserted within her. But she feared that getting up from the bed might wake him and extend this unpleasant evening. She was stuck here until after dawn with Nick telling her to meet Carlos in the foyer at 8am.

Eventually she did rise from the bed when Oliver's snoring sounded like he was deep asleep and she quietly tiptoed into the bathroom. She ran a hot bath and luxuriated in it until the water went cold. She felt much better when she had dried off, but then she had to return to Oliver's bed. Vanessa wasn't sure whether to go back to bed naked or to put her sexy lingerie back on. Either way, she would look more appealing to him than she wanted to be when he awoke.

This night dragged by for Vanessa … she didn't sleep much, unable to overcome the loud snoring of the overweight man in the bed alongside her. While it was a very long night as she lay there in the dark, she was grateful that he slept through.

Around 5am - she initially didn't know what time it was - she had at last drifted asleep only to be awoken suddenly by a man's fingers roaming over her clean smooth skin. As she quickly realised where she was, she saw that Oliver was now awake and alert and probably expecting an encore.

"Come on, baby, wake up … wake up, I want to fuck you again," were his direct words spoken in that French accent that on a younger man might sound charming.

She tried to put him off, "Please, can you let me sleep? Your snoring kept me awake all night, at last I'm getting some sleep. Please, give me another hour."

Oliver became more demanding, "No, wake up now, damn you. I need you and Nick told you to look after me." He rolled back away from her onto his back, and she reluctantly rolled over to face him, seeing him staring up at the ceiling. "You're going to have to help. I want you now, but it's not responding. Get over here and suck me."

Vanessa looked down his body, only just able to see around his mountainous stomach. She could see that his cock was only part-way to an erection. He still smelt and his cock would still have the dried juices of their last coupling. Vanessa nearly threw up at the thought of putting that in her mouth. "You need to have a shower," she told him frankly.

"Later … I'll have a shower after we're done. Right now, I want you sucking me. Come on, help me get it up."

"No, damn you, go have a shower, for God's sake."

They were reaching a stand-off and Vanessa could see Oliver's anger rising. What might he do to her if she continued to resist? Seeing how determined he was not to comply with her request for him to shower, she quickly rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. She picked up a wash cloth and ran the hot water to dampen it.

She came back into the room and knelt on the bed, applying the warm flannel to his cock and genitals, giving it a good soaking and cleansing. When she was satisfied that his cock was clean, she threw the flannel to the floor and bent over his lower body, bringing her mouth down toward his cock. 

She picked up his semi-flaccid cock in one hand and held it up toward her face, her open lips closing over the head of his cock and she sucked deep and hard. She heard him whimper, looking up in the direction from which it came but seeing only the mountain that was his stomach. She realised that he would see nothing of her performance, would only be able to feel it.

Vanessa went to work on stretching this limp cock into a formidable erection, using her tongue and lips and occasionally letting her teeth graze over his sensitive skin. Slowly, his cock responded to her ministrations and she was faced with his full erection.

"Good girl," he told her, "Now, you sit on me this time, I don't want to squash you."

She appreciated his thoughtfulness and she rose up and threw her right leg across to straddle him. She was still far from being aroused herself, so she sat atop him, using his cock-head to rub against all the right places in her pubic area until gradually the wetness flowed for her again. Then, she lifted up enough to insert his head at her vaginal entrance and slid down over his erect pole.

Vanessa controlled all the action this time, Oliver just lay back and let her slide up and down. She tried hard to get into it herself, even using her fingers to push on her clitoris while she controlled her up and down movements on Oliver's hard cock. But try as she might, her body just wouldn't respond in the way she needed it to. She laboured hard atop him, having to stop several times when it seemed that he would cum. Eventually, when she saw that her own release was impossible, she upped the pace and let him explode another load of cum up into her body.

She saw the immense pleasure on his face and felt confident that he would give Nick a favourable report on the night. 'But why do I even care now?' she thought as she pondered what was next for her, her strange desire for a relationship with Nick seemingly shattered by the events of last night.

Oliver drifted back to sleep, Vanessa lay alongside him for an hour, contemplating her future. Then she went to the bathroom, took a shower this time and dressed ready for Carlos' arrival. She left the room by 7am, determining that she would wait downstairs for Carlos, rather than risk having to go around again with the Frenchman.

She was so pleased to see Carlos when he arrived for her right on time at 8am. They chatted briefly on the drive home. When the two of them entered Nick's apartment, Nick and Manny were sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast.

"Ah, there you are, my dear Vanessa, so how did it go with Oliver?"

"What do you think, Nick? As you wanted, he got his rocks off inside me twice. He's a happy man, why wouldn't he be?"

"Only twice, you didn't have to work too hard," he told her with a sarcastic smile.

"Believe me, the sweaty fat man was hard work. I need a rest, I barely slept all night, I'm going to bed."

"Not just yet, my precious one. My colleague Carlos here was complaining that I haven't let him have your arse since the first night you were here. He's right, you know. Still, there's no time like the present … get your dress off."

"Oh please Nick not now," she begged. But seeing Nick's uncaring look, she turned her pleas to Carlos, "Please Carlos, can you let me sleep for now, you can do it later when I'm more awake."

His response was bland, obviously not wanting to appear sympathetic when his boss wasn't.

"Get the fuckin' dress off," Nick shouted at her.

She started to walk toward the second bedroom, reaching up to unclasp the catch on the dress and unzip it.

"Where do you think you're going?" Nick demanded.

"Into the bedroom to let Carlos have me," she replied.

"Get your arse back here … now! Manny and I are bored, we could do with some entertainment. Come over to the table and bend over it," he told her with a devious chuckle.

By now, she had unhooked the dress and she let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, leaving it there, clad now in the sexy lingerie … the low cut bra, the g-string thong, the garter belt attached to the stockings and her high heels. She was quite a seductive sight. She looked across at Carlos, then back at Nick and Manny seated at the table where they expected her to spread her body.

Slowly, she walked across the room to the end opposite where Nick sat, with Manny off to one side. She stood staring at Nick for a moment, wondering why he was now treating her this way. then she slowly lowered her upper body from the waist, laying flat down on the table top. She was L shaped, her feet still on the floor, the high heels raising her enough so that the table edge was right at her pubis.

"Okay Carlos, my man, she looks to be ready for you. Get that arse-loving cock of yours out and go shove it in her."

Carlos obediently walked across behind Vanessa and unbuckled and dropped his trousers, then his shorts. Still wearing his shirt, he ran his hand over the smooth white cheeks of her arse. Then he grasped a hold of her g-string and pulled it down off her hips, the thong part catching for a moment between her arse cheeks. But then it snapped free, sliding down over her thighs, leaving her winking anal eye exposed to Carlos' gaze. 

"You'll need this," said Nick, suddenly producing the container of KY and throwing it to Carlos.

'He was planning this all along,' realised Vanessa when she saw the KY produced.

She felt Carlos put his thumbs on her cheeks, prising them apart. Then she felt the cool liquid KY squirted into the crease of her arse, felt his fingers rubbing it in well. Then a greased up finger tested her sphincter and she tried to relax, knowing it would be easier on her if she could. The finger pushed inside her, reminding her of that first fearful night she had in this apartment when all three men had taken her in their chosen ways.

Carlos lathered up her insides with the KY, then there was a moment when she felt nothing while Carlos attended to lubricating his hard and ready cock.

Vanessa aly across the table expectantly, her head up, watching Nick at the other end. Suddenly she felt the hard wet tip of Carlos' cock and she braced herself for what was about to become. "Relax babe," the latino told her, "It will be easier if you do."

She tried, she really did, trying to soften her arse, untense her muscles. She even pushed out with her anus as if she was taking a shit. That seemed to work a bit because as she relaxed and let her anus pull back in, it sucked Carlos' cock-head in with it. His knob pushed through her sphincter and lodged within her arse.

She heard clapping, realising it was Nick just beyond her head that rested midway along the dining table. 

"Hey Manny, this is great, don't you think? Come on, you gotta agree that it beats watching sports on TV."

Vanessa felt humiliated … up until now, each of her required sexual couplings with these men had been in private. Now, Carlos taking her up her arse was being watched closely by Nick and Manny.

For a moment, Vanessa was distracted from worrying about what her audience might think as Carlos pushed his cock entirely home within her arse, filling her up completely. She tried to adjust her body to accept this intrusion. Then, slowly, his movements began, sliding back outward, only to pause and change direction, stuffing it home once more. She felt someone take hold of both of her hands, pulling them up beyond her head. She lifted her face to see that Nick had taken each of her hands in each of his, holding her stretched across the table.

"This is great," said Nick, "Every time Carlos moves in your arse, either going in or pulling back, I can feel it relayed to me through your hands. More Carlos, do it harder."

Her outstretched upper body, spreadeagled upon the table, was being pushed forward about three inches toward Nick at the other end, with every thrust of Carlos' cock inside her arse. Then back three inches as the cock pulled back out, dragging her clinging arse with it. 

While Vanessa's pubic mound was pushed tight against the table edge with each hard thrust of Carlos into her arse, there was just not enough pressure on the right spot. Having just gone through a whole night with the Frenchman, Oliver, without a release, Vanessa was now becoming desperate for some meaningful sexual satisfaction.

But as much as she tried to adjust her pubis against the ridge of the table edge, she could not turn on the triggers she needed to reach orgasm. Realising it was now futile, she just hung on, her upper body stretched taut over the table, her arms straight, hands held by Nick, while Carlos pummelled his cock forcefully into her arse. She could hear his breathing becoming laboured and knew that his release was close.

At last, she felt the warmth of his cum discharge into her rectum, the hard cock spasming within the tight confines of her arse until eventually, there was no more. Carlos eased his dripping cock slowly from her arse, the sphincter snapping shut as he departed through her anus. At the same time, Nick let go of her hands and Vanessa was left straddling half of the table, no longer forced to stay there.

She bent her arms, bringing them back to help push her exhausted body up off the table. She straightened up, still wearing the high heels that made her seem even taller. "What kind of game are you playing, Nick? Was it really necessary to humiliate me like that?"

"What are you talking about Vanessa? How did I humiliate you?"

"You know that I am new to anal sex … I am coping with it. But to have to do it in front of you and Manny … well, it was insensitive."

"Yeah well, I'm just a man, Vanessa. We do insensitive things from time to time. I suspect you'll get over it."

"Nick, I really thought that we were connecting, that we might have had something close and personal."

"Honey, if you want to know … if you really want to know, I thought we did too. You were starting to get to me when I had to go away for a few days. I told Manny to let you be, not to try to have sex with you while I was gone. I let you know as much, but it wasn't only to help you recover from having Manny's huge cock, plus Carlos up your arse, that first night. It was also because I thought we were connecting and, despite promising you to the guys when we first kidnapped you, I decided that I wanted you only for myself."

"So you did feel it too, I knew there was something there," replied Vanessa, satisfied that she had been right.

"So what did you go and do? While I was away, you couldn't even wait four days for me to get back. You went and seduced poor Manny here, talked him into going down on you … then you let him put that monster cock of his up inside you. Despite what you'd told me about not wanting to have him again."

"You called to say that you were delayed another day."

"You couldn't wait one more day for me. You're a slut, Vanessa."

She glared at Manny, who still sat unemotional alongside his boss. Nick felt compelled to go on and inform Vanessa of her shortcomings, "Don't blame him, he knows he has to tell me everything I need to know … the same with Carlos. They are loyal to me, something I quickly found out that you're not."

Vanessa began to tear up, "Nick, I tried, I really did … but I was bored and horny, cooped up in this apartment."

"It wasn't even an extra 24 hours."

"You called on Friday morning, it had already been a few days. I was looking at waiting through until Saturday night. It's all the sex I've had lately … I've never had so much from such athletic and virile men. I'm getting a real taste for it. By that Friday morning, I had to have a man's hard cock … even Manny's foot-long."

"You're tragic, Vanessa … you have become a real slut. That's why I gave you to Oliver. If you'd been loyal to me and waited for sex until I came back, I would have hired a hooker for Oliver. But now, you're just trash. So go in and clean your arse out, take a shower … then come back out naked and you can give me one of your $500 fucks. If we're gonna keep working this debt off, I might as well get my rocks off too."

Tears were rolling down over Vanessa's cheeks, there was nothing more for her to say. She walked away from the table, scooped her dress up off the floor and went to the bathroom. She showered, then stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off. As she hung the towel back over the rack, she saw some spots that looked like blood on the white towel.

Her first fear was that Carlos might have been so aggressive in her arse that he had torn her anus. She slipped two fingers down to touch herself there and brought them around front to check it out. All clear with her arse. Then, sensing where else the blood spots might have come from, she slipped two fingers down to her labia lips and ran them along the slit. They came away with a trace of red, confirming her period had arrived. She walked to the door as she was, totally naked, and opened it, calling out to Nick, "I'm sorry Nick, but it looks like my period's come … you're gonna have to wait."

To her surprise, he started coming toward her, already unbuckling his belt. "Not five fucking days I'm not," he told her.

She held her hand up to him like a cop signalling stop. "Didn't you hear me, I'm already getting my period. I can't do it now."

"And why not?" he asked as he spun her around and pushed her back in through the bedroom toward the bathroom.

"I never have, not while I've got a period. I don't like it, Nick, it's too messy."

"I'll do you in the shower then, we can wash any mess away. But believe me when I tell you I'm having you now. After watching Carlos do your arse, I'm as horny as hell."

Nick pushed her into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower. "Get in there now," he ordered as he discarded his trousers and shirt, kicked off his loafers and stepped in after her.

There was no water running, just the two of them standing in the shower, Nick bending to kiss her, his fingers working her clitoris, the other roaming seductively across her arse cheeks. When he felt he had kissed her enough, his mouth went to first one breast, then the other, breaking down her resistance to fucking at this time of the month.

When he felt that he had her juices flowing, Nick got his hands around under her arse cheeks and hefted her up in his arms, moving closer to the wall so that her back leant against it. "Better lock your feet around my arse," he told her. As she did so, opening her vagina up, she felt his rampant cock-head probing around the entrance.

Now helping, she dropped a hand down to adjust his angle of entry and then she felt her parted lips close over his cock-head. Nick lowered her body slightly and she felt her body dropping down over his erection. She brought her head forward and alongside his. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and licked the inside of his ear, "Nick, if we're gonna do this, I really need to cum badly. I didn't cum with Oliver and I didn't cum with Carlos. Please don't leave me hanging."

Her body descended quite quickly until his erection was hard up inside her. Nick's hands held her up, balancing her body against the shower wall as he began to thrust up hard inside her. His cock moved slickly inside and Vanessa suspected it was from a combination of her natural juices and the small early traces of menstrual blood.

Despite her earlier misgivings about having sex at this time in her cycle coupled with Nick's cruel assessment of her, she drew pleasure from his strokes right from the start. She heightened the arousal by becoming quite energetic, moving her own lower body to heighten the excitement from his thrusts. Soon, she could feel the tingling starting, then it became a pulsing. "Yes … oh Nick, yes! Feeling good, darling … oh, you're doing it just right."

Her rise to sexual satisfaction was quick, her orgasm intense, her cries of pleasure loud in his ear as he raced to join her, his legs starting to tremble. She thought that the signs were there that he was close, but he managed to push on, holding her body up against the wall while his cock maintained its piston-like charge into her clasping vagina.

She felt the pulsing coming around again and wanted to tell her lover how he was making her feel. "Oh, you're good, Nick darling … I'm coming again. Oh, I can't believe it! Oh, I needed it so badly and you're getting me off again."

"Shush up, just concentrate, honey," he reprimanded her as he ploughed on, surging closer toward his own climax. She completed hers, her loud screams signalling her second release. Nick let it all go, his cock exploded inside her hot vagina, his cum squirting from his tip in a series of jerking spasms.




Psychological Payback Pt. 04



"Oh, I needed that!" she mumbled and sagged back against the wall, loving the feel of his cum painting her inner walls. He bent his knees, lowering her feet to the floor of the shower stall, dipping still further to pull his still semi-hard cock from her vagina. They both looked down to check, seeing that his cock was coated wetly with a reddish tinge. "Oh that's awful, I knew it, this is the reason why I don't like doing it when I've got a period."

"Oh shut up, you're such a prude. Just stand off to one side and I'll turn the hot water on and we'll rinse off. There's no harm done."

Chapter Ten

Later that day, Vanessa was surprised when Nick freed his captive … temporarily. "Makes sense if you think about it, Vanessa," he told her. "Now that your period's come, you're not going to reduce your debt any further for a few days … and I'm sure that you're missing your son. You seem to be an honest woman, you recognise that the debt has to be paid. So I intend to let you go home, spend a few days with your no-hoper husband and your child. You still owe me $15,250, so you're not even halfway through paying it off yet. You can stay at home for the weekend, but I'll expect you to be ready to come back at 10am on Monday morning. I'll send one of the boys around to pick you up. Be packed and ready. I should think that your period will be over by Monday."

Vanessa was stunned that Nick would be so considerate. "Err, yes I think so … what's today, Wednesday?"

"No, it's Thursday."

"My period's only just started, I wouldn't think it would finish until Monday night at the earliest. Could we make it Tuesday for me coming back?"

"Yeah, I'm flexible, but understand me now, Vanessa. $15,250 is still a lot of fucking. I will send you to whoever I want, to have you work off this debt. It won't be just the boys and me. You are a whore for me now, get used to it."

Nick got Manny to drive Vanessa home, she sobbed most of the way, having had her true worth to Nick explained by him in cold detail. While it had been a mad moment of fantasy that Vanessa thought that she might become Nick's partner, it was now crustal clear to her that Nick didn't want her in that way.

She knew too that she could never return to William full time, even though it would be painful for them both, having to share custody of their son. She also doubted that she had a future with the school principal. Her newly found insatiable appetite for all things sexual indicated to Vanessa that one partner only in future would fail to satisfy her needs.

Nick and his boys had released the repressed sexual desires of this woman and life would never be the same again for her.

The End

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