1 comments/ 51714 views/ 20 favorites Doctor Cheekz By: mondotoken The building looked harmless enough as Monet pulled into the carport built into the side of the building. She'd made long enough of a drive from Pacific Palisades that turning back was not an option for the C.E.O of Clearview Productions. Her personal assistant Betty had sworn that she would get the desired results and she was out of options. The office was on the second floor just like Betty had told her, but she felt a little apprehensive due to the lack of lighting in the enclosed stairwell, but once she rang the doorbell everything seemed to be okay. A rather rotund receptionist answered the door ushering her inside the private office. It was a bit personal considering the rather dowdy office interiors looked like somebody had furnished it from a flea market. She also noticed that the receptionist was dressed rather dowdy in the equivalent of an old nurse's uniform. However she felt a little more at ease when she saw several other women sitting in the receptionist area. There were three women sitting there and all of them looked or appeared to be middle aged, dowdy homemaker types. "The doctor will be with you in a moment, please complete this form." It was more of a questionnaire and Monet began completing it until she got to a particularly troubling question. "Excuse me." "Yes? Ma'am?" "Why does this form ask for my measurements?" "The doctor will answer all of your questions shortly." The nurse replied never missing a beat and never looking up from her computer monitor. "Well then I won't answer this question until I see him then if you don't mind." Monet snapped irritated at not receiving an immediate answer. She was used to being respected and obeyed and this situation was a little out of her comfort zone. "The doctor will see you now." Monet was ushered into a comfortable looking office that was also modestly furnished and she noticed a few antique tribal pieces on the shelves and the desk. There was a striking mask on the wall adjacent to the couch and a few figurines on the desk. The man sitting at his desk talking on the phone was a complete contrast in relation to the décor of his office. "Doctor-Cheekz?" The man sitting at the desk was the picture of warmth and comfort. There was nothing shady or threatening about the short, plump white haired gentleman who seemed to have a perpetual smile on his face. Monet couldn't put her finger on it, but she instantly felt warm and comfortable the minute she entered the doctor's office. "My receptionist tells me that you have an issue with one of the questions in our paperwork?" "Well yes, why do you want to know my measurements?" The doctor laughed as he thumbed through some paperwork on his desk. "During our screening interview over the phone it became apparent that you may have some issues with your appearance Mrs. Parrott." The doctor had put on a small wire frame pair of glasses as he looked over her paperwork and she inwardly chuckled that he resembled Kris Kringle. "I don't think I have body issues doctor, I just have a problem speaking in certain forums." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat hoping she'd fooled the doctor. "Come now Mrs. Parrott, it's just the both of us and no one else. Tell me why you've come to see a hypnotherapist." She felt a little silly being half scolded by this man and more at ease with her situation. It was just strange how this warm feeling was enveloping her body. "I-I have trouble speaking in front of large gatherings of people." "And why do you have this problem? You seem like a woman who is used to being respected and obeyed, isn't that the truth Mrs. Parrott?" "Well yes, I-I just have this problem Doctor Cheekz." "Come on now Mrs. Parrott, you can verbalize it out loud now can't you?" She shifted in her chair under the fatherly tone of the short, gnome -like individual before her. "Well okay, I have trouble speaking in front of crowds because I feel like people will be staring at-at my butt." It was hard for the middle aged business woman to finally state her business, but she actually felt better saying her problem out loud. "Now, do you know why I wanted to know your measurements Mrs. Monet Parrott?" "Well, yes when you put it that way Doctor Cheekz." Her anxiety was clearing up considerably. "So, what are your measurements Mrs. Parrott?" "Uh, well ah 36C-30-47 Doctor." "Now was that so bad Monet?" The doctor seemed to be scolding and consoling at the same time. In truth she'd felt ashamed of her seemingly too large for her frame butt for most of her life. She was the only one in her family who'd been inflicted with Steatopygia a genetic malady that skipped around her family over the generations in her Louisiana based family. "It's just been a problem for most of my life and it makes me feel, like-well, like a freak of nature doctor." She found herself tearing up as the doctor offered her a box of tissues. "Come now, things really aren't that bad are they Monet?" she'd noted that was the second time he used her first name and although she didn't like anyone using her first name without permission, it seemed okay when the doctor said it. "It is just that it has been a problem for so long now doctor." "Why not see a cosmetic surgeon instead of a hypnotherapist Monet?" "I'm afraid of going under the knife and the potential for scarring, and well I uh have this speaking engagement tomorrow evening in front of hundreds at a shareholder's meeting." Her dilemma was clear and the doctor wrote a few notes on a notepad. "Could you stand up and turn around please." "WHAT?!!" "Oh come now Mrs. Parrott, I think we both know I'm only trying to help you with what appears to be some serious psychological issues." "A HUGE BEHIND is NOT a PSYCHOLOGICAL problem doctor!" In that instant she felt like her old self, but only for a moment as she watched the rotund, smiling gentleman lean back in his chair taking off his glasses. "Exactly, now stand up and turn around please." It took a few moments for the middle aged mother of three to slowly stand up and turn her back to the doctor. Monet shivered as she exposed her secret shame (Under layers of clothing.) to the doctor. She tried not to be too visibly rattled and focused on one of the tribal face masks on the wall. "Doctor Cheekz, you simply have to tell me the story behind these strange looking face masks." "About two decades before I established my practice, I spent some time in Africa living with a very, interesting tribe of people." That was all he offered and she didn't give it a further thought shrugging his answer off. "Doctor?" "Yes Monet?" "Can I turn back around now?" "Oh, uh sure Mrs. Parrott." She turned to find him writing more notes on his clipboard. Apparently he hadn't even been looking at her secret shame. The middle aged business woman found herself feeling a little silly as she sat down watching and waiting for some sort of feedback from the stout man in front of her. "Uh doctor, can you help me?" "Why of course Monet, that's what I've been doing this entire time my dear." Doctor Cheekz slowly rose and walked in front of his large oak desk standing right in front of Monet with his arms folded. "Can I ask you a question Mrs. Monet Parrott?" "Y-Yes Doctor?" "Do you trust me?" It was a simple question and one that un-expectantly took her for a loop. "I think so Doctor Cheekz." She watched as the short portly man calmly removed a large pyramid shaped object from a book shelf and placed it on his desk facing her. "This is a metronome that I use in my work Monet. Notice the work and craftsmanship of this particular item Monet. I purchased it in central Europe from a retired doctor, a hypnotist the same as I and he swear s by it properties. This metronome is going to take you on a journey Monet." She noticed a silver colored hammer affixed to the device and watched as the doctor lightly tapped it with his finger. She watched as the device began to swing back and forth while the doctor reached behind the metronome and flicked on a switch activating a small light that flashed in her eyes causing her to blink profusely. "No Mrs. Parrott, you must concentrate on the light my dear. Look directly into it unwavering and focused Monet. Become one with the light and forget your petty insecurities Monet. You will attend that seminar you spoke of and you will be radiant Monet." "Y-Yes Doctor." She was indeed focusing on the swinging hammer as the blinding light of the metronome shined in her eyes as she became drowsy. The blinding light just seemed to increase in intensity more and more until...darkness. ***** The seminar went off without a hitch as Clearview Productions C.E.O. Monet Parrott delivered a rousing keynote speech to all of the senior shareholders assembled. She just seemed to flow through the public event charming and engaging all of her guests with a glowing laugh...she was "radiant." That night she made love with her husband of thirty years Bill and slept like a baby. She hadn't been so content in nearly twenty years and she considered the exorbitant sum of money paid to Doctor Cheekz well worth the cost. And her problem with her butt? For some reason after her session with Doctor Cheekz, it seemed to be smaller and just right for her size. For most of her life after hitting puberty, Monet's hips had begun growing shockingly wide while her waist stayed tight and cinched in giving her what she believed was a freakish appearance. Now she had a small, tight pert butt and she was just loving being normal for once in her life. Life was good for Monet Parrott. She woke up that Saturday morning to find the home she shared with her husband and three children empty. Bill had gone on a fishing trip in the early morning but had enough time for a quickie before he left. She was amazed that since her transformation Bill had been initiating sex more often. Before her session with the good doctor they usually scheduled intercourse once a week. It was always vanilla and missionary with the lights out. She'd always been irritated and ashamed of her body but now willingly banged her husband with authority. He seemed to be enamored of doing it doggystyle and although she never liked the position before because of her shame, now it was no big deal. Monet loved the feel of her husband's cum as it coated her tiny rear end. She walked over to the full length mirror in her bedroom and slipped the short nightgown over her shoulders admiring her new body in its reflective surface. Monet had worked out at the local gym on a regular basis and had a tight toned body that defied her actual forty-five year age. Before she'd hated the results of her workout as it made her butt look even larger the, more toned her upper body became and then there were the stairs of some of the gym patrons. Eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went and she couldn't stand it. A particularly perverted male member had been kicked out of the gym for trying to film her working out. One jerk had even approached her about doing some adult films and she'd threatened to have him arrested. She hated her big butt, but the good Doctor Cheekz had made it go away and now she felt like a more complete person as she stood admiring her reflection and considering growing her short brown bob hair style a little longer. The middle aged housewife was about five seven and just under a hundred and thirty pounds with the slightest bit of paunch due to her three children. Monet cupped her little more than modest 36C breasts and rolled her nipples making them rock hard. She loved her new narrow hips and tight pert butt noting the rather large tan lines that revealed the type of granny panties she had worn from her former life as a freak of nature. Monet had three children, Tiffany, Charlotte and adopted child Jeremy. Her eldest daughter attended the state college on a volleyball scholarship and spent the weekends at home with her family. Tiffany was spending the weekend with a female friend on a camping trip. The girl took after her mother in the body department and was having a hell of a time in school with unwanted attention from guys of the urban persuasion. She shuddered as recalled her daughter running distraught into the house weeks prior and telling her of how she'd been groped by a group of jocks. Monet considered making an appointment with Doctor Cheekz for her embattled daughter. Charlotte was a different story as she wasn't as advanced in her Steatopygia as Monet or Tiffany. The short, slightly chubby blonde seemed to enjoy her body and the attention it garnered her at the public school she'd begged to attend. She argued excessively with her eighteen year old daughter who liked to provoke her mother with reckless behavior. It had been brought to her attention that Charlotte had been making whorish videos doing this disgusting "twerking" thing and she'd attempted to send her daughter to a private school before Bill had stepped in and stopped her. Worst of all was Charlottes' current boyfriend, a black guy named Ray Shaun. He seemed clean cut and conservative enough, but he always seemed to be leering whenever he was over to the house and that was a lot. Bill had warned her not to interfere in her daughter's life, but something about that boy made the middle aged housewife uneasy. Her loving husband had assured her that Charlotte was just going through a phase and that she would be alright. But the way that Ray Shaun stared whenever she or her daughters were around made her uneasy. Charlotte was spending the day at Ray Shaun's family reunion. Jeremy, her shy withdrawn son was away on a field trip to an amusement park and she was happy to see him get out. He spent way too much time playing video games in his room and surfing the net. She'd suspected that he was watching a lot of porn but was too afraid to find out Monet dressed in a casual flower print sun dress which hugged her new figure nicely and sat on her bed to do her nails. During the week they had a nice illegal immigrant housekeeper named Rosa, but Monet liked to take care of the house herself over the weekend. One of her rules to success was staying grounded and she figured a little housework wouldn't hurt the C.E.O of a multi-million dollar advertising firm. She'd only been doing her nails for minutes when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" Monet was started when an extremely loud buzzing sound assaulted her ears. It was a sound akin to the one you get when you accidentally dial a fax number. She abruptly slammed the phone down. "What the heck was that all about?" She thought as she got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast. She was halfway through a bowl of Go Lean and a simple glass of grapefruit juice when her phone rang again. "Hello?" The loud buzzing noise filled her ears once again and she quickly slammed the phone down again. Suddenly all the phones in the house started ringing jarring her from her seat. The noise was deafening as she cupped her hands to her ears shutting her eyes tightly and screaming. "STOP IT!!" Monet screamed and suddenly found herself in a deadly quiet home. She was rattled when her cellphone started ringing from her purse on the kitchen counter where she'd placed it the night before. "Hello?" Her voice trembled as she answered the phone not knowing what to expect. "Monet Parrott, there- is a -special gift- under your bed. " The voice on the phone sounded automated and there was an abrupt click from the other end of the line ending the phone call. "That was strange." She commented before sitting back down at the kitchen table and finishing her breakfast. She'd forgotten all about the strange calls in moments as she cleaned her dishes and made her way to her study to complete some paperwork. As she was walking down the corridor from the kitchen, Monet started to get anxious as she passed the stairway leading up to the second floor of her house and her bedroom. She reached her office door and was about to turn the handle when she looked back at the stairwell and stood silent for a moment. "I must be crazy." She told herself as she went back to the stairwell and ascended it towards her bedroom. The voice had said something about a special gift being under her bed and hallway there she was hoping it was some sort of prank by her husband. Her room looked the same and nothing seemed to be out of place as she entered it finding the bed still half made like she'd left it. She had a weird tingling feeling coursing through her body that she couldn't explain as she approached the bed. "Well, let's get this little prank over with." She nervously chuckled as she looked under the bed. There was a small pink box under the bed with a green bow tied around it. "What the hell?" She tried to reach under the bed to grab the box but her grip fell just inches short. She continued trying to get the box only succeeding in nudging it further away. "What is that?" She said to herself as she lay down on the floor flat on her stomach and crawled snail like under the bed up to her waist until she was finally able to get her hands on the tiny box and open it from her prone position. There was a cheap looking cell phone inside the box. It was definitely a used device and seemed to have a slight film of grease on its surface. "What the fuck?" The phone suddenly started ringing loudly causing the middle aged housewife to hit her head on the box spring of the bed's underside. She dropped the phone which flipped open emitting a familiar buzzing sound. Monet suddenly panicked as her body completely slammed against the floor as if she suddenly weighed tons. The housewife was completely unable to move and she began crying out for help and realizing that she was the only person in the large Mc Mansion style home. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!! I'M STUCK TO THE FLOOR!! HELP ME!!" She couldn't fathom why she was suddenly stuck to the carpet. It was like somebody had tampered with the gravity in the room as she struggled in a futile attempt to move until her muscles ached and her breathing was the only thing audible in the house. Suddenly she heard the door open and close and she thought that perhaps her husband Bill had come home early from his fishing trip. "BILL?!! IS THAT YOU HONEY?!!" She called out and received no response. Monet could hear someone walking around downstairs. She called out the names of her children individually to no response either and began to panic even more as she heard the heavy footfalls climbing the stairs. Who could it be that was climbing the stairs obviously to her bedroom? Her mind raced figuring it was some sort of burglar who'd happened upon her home by chance perhaps. Tears streaked her cheeks and she renewed her efforts to move trying to push her body further under the bed so that she could hide from this unknown intruder. Her heart beat like a drum as she continued to struggle with her unresponsive body. The middle aged housewife didn't know who would open the door to her bedroom but she told herself, she wouldn't go without a fight. She continued to struggle nearly giving herself a stroke in the process until she heard her door creak open. There was a pair of dirt encrusted work boots in the door frame. Monet could only make out the intruder from the lower calves down and all she could see were an extremely worn pair of blue jeans and some of the dirtiest work boots she'd ever seen. "M-My husband will be home any minute, you'd better get going." She tried to sound confident failing miserably as her voice faltered. The intruder took two steps further into the room as if testing whether or not she was capable of moving. Monet's nostrils were assaulted with the foul smelling stench of dirt and something akin to urine. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. Doctor Cheekz "Please sir, just take whatever you want and go!" She was trembling as the intruder walked fully into her bedroom tracking dirt across the expensive plush carpeting. Whoever this person was, he seemed to disregard the immobilized housewife as he rummaged through all of her things. She could hear him opening and closing a number of drawers on her dresser and knocking some of the items on the floor. She could smell her expensive perfumes wafting through the room intermingled with the pungent musky smell of her intruder. Monet was relieved that he was a burglar after all. After all, things could be replaced but people couldn't. The intruder tossed a number of things on the floor and Monet watched as some of her makeup rolled past her eyes littering the carpet. She could hear the intruder dumping her numerous jewelry boxes and the sound of the numerous trinkets she'd gathered during her marriage raining down over her furniture. Then the room went quiet for what seemed like an eternity. She strained her ears trying to listen for the sounds of his breathing but got nothing. Was he still there in the room with her or had he fled the house with a few precious items? Monet attempted to move but found that her body still stuck to the floor as if magnetized. She didn't know where this strange burglar was and her heart was beating so fast that she could swear that it was audible outside of her body. The intruder suddenly revealed his presence as she felt two large hands groping her buttocks roughly. She began to panic as her breaths fell in quick succession and found herself nearly hyper ventilating. Monet could even feel the roughhewn fingernails digging into the flesh of her butt as this stranger squeezed and played with her ass like some child with a new toy. The large hands cupped the outside of her thighs pushing inward as she felt the material of her simple cotton sundress slide deep into the crack of her ass. The hands ran softly over the narrow cheeks of her flat butt and she squirmed as his thumbs hooked the cleft where her ass met her thighs and pushed upward causing her some discomfort. "Please don't do this sir. I'll give you a-any amount of money you want." She pleaded even while her fingers inched towards the disgusting grease covered phone. The middle aged housewife damaged more a few well-manicured nails as she got a single finger on the phone. She cried out as her dress was yanked up exposing her large white granny panties and the violating fingers returned with a vengeance playing with her butt and squeezing her cheeks individually and pushing them together. The intruder drug his nails across the skin of her ass. She began to panic as she felt a single rough digit rub her anus in a persistent circular motion through the fabric of her underwear. "PLEASE SIR; I HAVE A LOT OF MONEY!! I CAN PAY WHATEVER YOU WANT!!" He responded by viciously yanking her large utilitarian panties down to the top of her thighs tearing them and making the terrified woman cry out in pain and shock. Monet could feel the cold air of the air conditioned room on her naked buttocks and she continued to struggle in vain trying to crawl further under the bed. She heard the intruder smashing through her things seemingly looking for something and was relieved when he walked out of the room. She continued working with the phone under her bed hoping to be able to dial the police when she got her hands fully on it, when she heard the stranger coming back up the stairs. "Shit, he coming back. I'm in a lot of trouble." She whispered to herself as she managed to get another finger on the phone. Monet yelped out loud as she felt some oil being poured over her butt followed by the return of eager, hungry hands to her narrow ass. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS? I'LL PAY YOU SIR!! PLEASE DON'T!!" Her cries seemed to fall on deaf ears and she strained to move not comprehending how the ring tone of a phone could have this effect on her. She felt the oil being rubbed across her ass recognizing the smell of the contents of a small bottle of olive oil from her kitchen. She started sobbing as she heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being unfastened, the intruder removing his pants. The dirty pants were tossed on top of her bed and a pungent musky smell permeated the room. The hands were back pushing her cheeks together as she felt a warm foreign object pressed into the crevice of her ass. It reached from the bottom of her butt all the way to the small of her back and there was no mistaking what this grooved, veiny object was. Monet squirmed as the intruder rubbed his huge member along the crack of her ass masturbating himself with her lubed up cheeks as she openly sobbed. She had endured much embarrassment in life from being cursed with a freakishly huge butt and she thought that part of her life had been left behind. The good Doctor Cheekz had somehow abolished her ugly, fat ass making it considerably smaller and giving her a new lease on life. Now some disgusting pervert was making her relive her trauma all over again and she didn't even have a big butt anymore. Tears flowed down her cheeks as the intruder bucked his hips repeatedly with an aggressive increasing frequency running his hard cock through her ass cleavage. She couldn't figure out how the creep was even able to get enough of her around his cock, but she could feel her own flesh perfectly sandwiching his cock which felt like a small baseball bat. Worse yet, Monet started to get wet from the constant stimulation and her lust ran freely from the small puffy lips of her vagina. She was embarrassed as sweat glistened across her face in increasing volume until it was dripping on the carpet. It was getting very humid under that bed and she kept working to get the phone in her grasp. She had to reach that phone; it was her only hope of stopping this perverted assault on her bottom. She could hear her attacker's breath coming in short gasps and knew that he was close to having an orgasm. She finally got enough of her fingers on the small cell phone to pick it up and flipped it open as she was being ground into the floor by the weight of the intruder. The phone had a picture of a large brown eye on it and she cried out for a second and pushed 911 but something was wrong with the buttons. She continued mashing the buttons until a dread realization came over her and her hazel colored eyes widened. It wasn't REAL; the phone was a cheap plastic toy. "No...No it can't be. This isn't happening to me. THIS ISN'T FUCKING HAPPENING TO ME!!" She could contain herself no longer and started screaming at the top of her lungs. The toy phone suddenly emitted that familiar buzzing sound and Monet found herself without a voice as her mouth instantly shut like some unseen force had clamped her lips shut. Her screams for help became muffled groans and whimpers as her assault continued. She kept wishing someone would come to save her from this, this perverted stranger in her home. The embattled housewife felt the pressure on her butt ease up as the individual stood up using the bed to support his weight. Monet knew this guy was far from through with her and tried to brace herself for what was obviously coming next as she felt the powerful grip on her thighs and felt herself being pulled partially from under the bed so that a little more of her back was exposed. The intruder nails were digging into her waist and pulling back as she felt her knees being pushed forward until she was kneeling with her stomach on the carpet. She continued her silent protest even as she felt the huge head of his cock brush up against her moist lips and move around in minute circular motions. He didn't penetrate her continuing teasing her vagina until a tingling sensation caused her to wiggle about as much as her limited movement would allow. "OOOOooh!" Whoever this stranger was had penetrated her with his tongue and was licking just inside her creaming walls with a light feather soft motion. Monet's body began to betray her as she tried to hump back at the intruder when he start pressing his tongue on her button and swirling it like a mad man. She wanted to scream in protest and curse this bastard to hell for treating her in this manner. She didn't spend fifteen hard years building a rock solid business career while balancing her life as a mother of three and a fortune 500 C.E.O. to be treated in this manner. Just who did this fucker think he was? "OOOOH FUUCK!!" Monet's internal monologue was interrupted by a powerful orgasm that ripped through her body like an electric jolt causing her to tremble and drool on the carpet. Any sound coming from her invisibly pinned shut mouth emerged and gurgles and grunts. "FUUUUCK ME!!" The stranger had suddenly shoved the entire length of his prick into her well lubricated cave with a ferocity that should have torn the housewife in half. Monet found herself being fucked senseless as the huge cock repeatedly rammed all the way into her body even piercing her cervix. She could feel his vice like grip on her narrow waist as he stuffed himself into her barbarically and the bedroom was permeated with the loud slapping sounds made by their two bodies. He began rubbing his finger on the bud of her untested virgin butthole and in short order began pressing into it in time with the deep plunging of his considerable manhood into her vaginal bowels. Monet began cursing herself as she felt hew walls tightening around him as she began to cum hard on his cock. She hated this fucker for giving her two mind blowing orgasms and tears ran down her face smearing her mascara and mingling with her saliva on the stained carpet. She couldn't fathom how she would deal with this afterward and felt like she was going to pass out as her cunt continued contracting around the massive member invading her womb. Monet's sweat glazed body began to shiver and tremble again as another climax was well on its way to taking her again when the intruder suddenly pulled his elongated cock out of her gaped dripping cunt and shoved it into her pert, narrow ass balls deep. The sudden and complete fleshy perforation had an unforeseen effect as her locked down voice was freed and a blood curdling scream rang out through the Mac Mansion and most likely into the adjoining homes on the block. Monet's primal scream seemed to have an effect on the intruder as well as he pumped load after load of semen deep into her anus. She could feel his member as it pulsated within her shooting a heated stream of liquid lust into her bowels partially soothing her torn anal walls. He gave her three more hard strokes and quickly yanked his cock out of her butt as she collapsed onto her stomach. The exhausted woman lie there under her bed as she listened to the stranger pull on his pants and take his time fastening his belt. Indignation coursed through her battered frame as she watched the intruder casually walk out of the bedroom closing the door behind him. The toy phone just with in eyesight of the woman started to improbably ring again this time with a different shrill sounding alarm and Monet quickly found herself able to move again. Her head slammed against the bottom of the bed as she tried to quickly extricate herself from the bed. She found herself sitting on one cheek as she looked around at her trashed bedroom and began screaming bloody murder. Monet was wracked with pain and breathing hard as she collected herself looking around the room. There was jewelry and trinkets all over the carpet and the front of her dress was drenched and clinging to her body. She was crying hysterically as she pulled herself up and glanced at the mirror. "AAIEEEEEE!!" She screamed out loud as shock ran through her body at her reflection. Her body, something had-happened to Monet. Her body was the same but... Her ass was back and it looked enormous to the hysterical housewife. She was partially leaning on her bed for support and her stained dress was well above her waist with her naked buttocks exposed. The huge familiar panty tanned cheeks were glazed over with a thick sheen of milky cum and some blood. The housewife collapsed to her knees sobbing before she realized she might not be alone. She crawled over to her door and fastened the lock as she heard a ring coming from under the bed. She found herself compelled towards the bed and inwardly tried to resist but quickly snatched the toy phone from under the bed flipping it open. The eye on the paper display window blinked and Monet shrieked tossing the toy bolting from the room. She held onto the railing as she took the stairs down to the main floor of her home two at a time. She half staggered to the front door intending on running next door to the neighbors to phone the police. She threw open the door finding someone standing there and only had time to see two piercing brown eyes burning searing holes into her own hazel eyes. Monet Parrot collapsed on the hard wood floor in front of her open door. The doorway was empty and dark as evening approached. ***** Bill Parrott sped home with a cooler full of fish that he intended on having his housekeeper prepare for the family. Part of the impetus for his nearly breaking the speeding limit was the spectacular sex he'd been having with his wife Monet as of late. He loved his wife and children but she had been driving him up the wall with her insecurities about her body. He knew how much she hated her large ass and would never have openly admitted that it was one of the reasons he'd married the somewhat petite brunette. His wife had seen some sort of hypnotist and returned home a changed woman and he'd benefitted tremendously getting all sorts of sexual favors from his rejuvenated partner of eighteen years. She'd never let him have her doggystyle always preferring missionary and forcing him to step out on her from time to time. Bill loved banging her and watching her huge butt cheeks ripple and shake from his pounding. He pulled into the house and carried the full cooler inside. He found his wife toiling over a hot stove preparing dinner and smiling. "Honey, I'm home." He walked up behind her kissing her on the cheek as she smiled warmly at him. "What'd you do all day baby?" He wasn't really curious just making small talk as he lightly ground his cock against her wide butt. "Oh, nothing ...Just-you know I really can't remember Bill." Her mind was a complete blank as she felt her husband palming her small narrow butt. He couldn't believe his luck and was planning on trying to get his lovely rich wife to try anal tonight. ...to be continued.