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Mind Games

By: PenanceS



Fredrick was ecstatic. He had halfway bullied himself into thinking that the whole thing was just a farce and that it would never get here. It wasn’t that he actually believed that the thing would work, but he half-heartedly convinced himself that it would.

It was pathetic; really, here he was a flesh and blood eighteen-year-old senior with an IQ right off the charts, grades that just wouldn’t quit, and a snappy car.

He bought and paid for it with his own money, of course. He had several jobs that had lasted him from the age of eight… and each time he would put some of the money that he’d made into the car fund, the college fund, and the fun fund. 

As he got older though, the fun fund seemed to go slightly awry, and most of it seemed to focus directly upon his getting into college, and getting a car.

The car happened first, $27,000 dollars of his hard saved money went into a nice little Ford that he felt mighty proud to drive around in, and yet the dating scene for him was still the mystifying one that most annoyed him.

His friends had taken it upon themselves to at first, fixing him up with dates, and then when most of the female population of Glenview high would bail upon him, then, secondly ridiculing him.

Affronted, Fredrick settled into the niche of being a bookworm, content to lie in musty, hallways with isles and isles of books surrounding him. He figured that if he wouldn’t be able to have the women come, than he would improve his mind. Perhaps the brain would succeed where looks had failed.

Yet, most dates went the same…

“Hello, my Name is Fred.”

“Hi” Bored look…get up and walk away. It was getting to the point that poor Fredrick was getting dejected. He wandered aimlessly through the stacks, trying to find something that would make women fall in love with him instantly, or something that would make them forget all about the fact that he was, well, still, a nerd.

It was in the far back part of the reference section that he came across a large greenish cloth covered tomb. The pages were all worn and gray. He had found something that piqued his interest.

He scanned over the cover of the book, just to make sure that he really was reading it right… Easy hypnotism to fool your friends and family.

The subject matter, was of course intriguing, but the question would be, was it all that it seemed or was, he yet again going to get burned in the matter of love? Only time would tell. 

He quickly snatched the book from its place upon the shelves and decided to go to the reading room, and give it a scan.

So you want o learn to hypnotize…

The first sentence read.

“Seems easy enough to understand.” Fred thought to himself and continued to read a bit more.

The pathway to hypnotism is to realize that you cannot make someone do something that they would not ordinarily do. That is to say, that you cannot have your best friend murder their boyfriend, or pull a bank heist. However, there are several things that you can get a person to do that are just down right funny, and these can be exploited as so. For example, having your best friend bark like a dog in front of forty people. We all have barked like a dog, a very childish behavior, nonetheless, but funny still. Therefore it is not uncommon for someone who is hypnotized to bark like a dog.

“OK, I’m understanding this…” Fred left the reading area of the room and decided to check the book out. 

The librarian noted his choice of selection, and smiled at him. “Having a party?”

“Nope, just something to do to entertain the locals if and when any locals need entertaining.”

“Ah, I see.” Said the librarian with a smile. She quickly scanned his card, and the book that he wanted to check out, typing something into the computer. “There you go. It’ll be due in a month.”

“All right, thank-you.” Fred took the book in his arms and headed home. He wanted to wait until he was in the privacy of his own room to go ahead and read the informative material. 

The most crucial part of your selection is getting someone that you think would be most susceptible to your thought probing and suggestive dialogue. If there is someone in particular that you would like to use, check him or her out thoroughly. See what kind of material they are reading, or if they are reading at all. This will give you the common indicator if someone’s mind is uncluttered enough to have the process work on them. THE PROCESS involves getting a common object, and having the SUBJECT that you want to hypnotize stare intently at the said subject. Once they are fixated on the said subject, begin to talk to them in a soothing tone. Not an excitable tone, mind you, but a calming one. Get them fixated on something say, a shiny watch, or a ring or something that fixates their attention, talk to them softly and calmly and have them focus only on that object that you are maneuvering. If the process works correctly the eyes will begin to dilate and the person will become highly suggestible to most any command. 

Some people might think that they are unable to be hypnotized, and this might be very true. However, if the mind is susceptible enough, the person will easily do anything that you ask of them, yet if it is too outlandish, than they will sufficiently deny it out of habit. In other words, you cannot get someone to do something that they would not normally do.”

“Ah, makes loads of sense.” Fred continued to read the book a little further in, until he had decided he’d gleaned whatever it was that he needed too, and placed the book away. He went over into his mother’s old dresser drawers, and came up with a medallion. 

It was gold leaf, and about the size of a pocket watch. He quickly took it to a jewelers to have it cleaned an appraised. While on his way to the jewelers, Fred stopped into the pizzeria nearby. 

In one of the booths was a very beautiful, young woman. She was in a pair of jeans and was wearing a very tight-halter top. Fred all but salivated when he saw her, he knew that she had to be the one, knew that this was the moment that he was looking at her that she would have to be the one. It was decided by fate.

He started the engagement early, catching her eye. 

She looked over to him and nodded. 

He concentrated, reviewing all of the materials that he’d looked over on hypnosis.

He caught her eye, and walked over to her.

“Hello. My names Fredric, Fred for short. I was wondering if you’d care to go out and get something to drink… uh, that is if you’re interested at all?”

She smiled at him. “My name is Bethany, and sure. I can always be convinced to go out with a fellow as long as they are buying the booze. Shall we go on sailor?” She held out his arm to him, which Fred gratefully took. 

The two of them walked over to a nightclub called “Gendarme.” Fred could tell from the music that was going on, that it would be doubtful that he’d like it. However, Bethany pulled him further into the club. 

“Come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud.” Bethany teased him.

Fred felt as his ears started to redden, and decided that Bethany would be perfect for what he had planned. No one made fun of him, least of all a girl. He made sure that they got a seat way in the back.

The smoke and the smell of booze, was almost rustic. 

“So.” Asked Bethany, “What is it that you do?”

“Well…” Fred explained. “I work part time at a greenhouse, the other time I go to school.”

Bethany’s smile dropped lightly. “Oh.” She didn’t help to hide the disappointment. 

“I can do some magic…” Fred explained eagerly, sounding more like an eight year old, than an eighteen year old. “Want to see?”

“Sure, lay it on me.” Bethany held up her hand to order another beer.

Fred pulled out the medallion. “Isn’t it great?”

In all honesty, the medal looked fantastic.

Bethany’s eyes went from a dulled gray hue, to a bright blue, sparkling with interest. “That’s really neat. Can I see it?”

“Sure.” Fred made like he was going to give it to he, but started to send it pendulum-like back and forth.

Bethany’s eyes followed it like a hawk. At first she was slightly pissed off that this guy was acting too much like a spoiled brat. ‘After all… he was the one that brought the stupid medallion out.”

“Watch the medallion, see how it shines. Pulsing in the light?” He twisted the strap of the medallion so that it twirled and convulsed in front of Bethany’s eyes.

Her eyes were big and wide, and Fred could see that her pupils were already beginning to dilate. 

Fred was beside himself; surely it couldn’t be that easy! He had to think of something, anything, just to see if the process was going to work.

“Bark like a dog.”

He waited for a moment and sure enough a few seconds later, Bethany opened up her mouth and barked like a dog. “Yipp, yipp, yipp. Grrowf.”

“Do a hand stand.” 

Bethany bent at the waist, placed her hand on the floor, and easily hefted her weight up, and over her head. Fred was pleased to see that her skirt lay down, exposing her white “Hanes Her Way” panties.

Lust overwhelmed Fred, and he decided to see how daring Bethany really was. “Stand back up.”

Bethany took her weight off of her hands and stood back up.

“Bethany, you are now hot, so very hot. You can feel the heat as it pours off of you.”

Bethany started to wave her hand in front of her as if she was trying to fan herself.

“I think that you would be much more comfortable with those garments off. That jacket and dress does seem too confining, don’t you think?”

“This dress really is too confining. I must take it off.” She put her hand on the zipper of the dress and pulled it down as fast as the teeth would allow. She stepped out of the garment and laid it upon the floor. Her jacket followed suit.

“Bethany… can you hear me Bethany?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you a favor, Bethany?”

“Yes.”

“Would you give something to me, Bethany?”

“What is it?”

“Would you mind giving your panties to me, they just are so cute…” Fred grinned like a child who was just about to have Christmas every day.

Bethany stuck her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, past her hips and thighs, past her knees, and then down to her feet. She daintily stepped out of them and walked over to Fred handing them to him as casually as if she were going to hand him his lunch at a drive-in. Bethany stayed standing like she was, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just stripped and was now standing naked from the waist down in a heavily populated bar.

“Touch yourself.”

Robotically, Bethany’s hand went over to her pubic hair, and started to gently stroke it, her fingers coming closer and closer to her cliterous, and vaginal lips with every movement. In seconds her middle finger was disappearing into her folds.

Fred leaned in and watched from only inches away as the girl that he’d been fantasizing about, brought herself to orgasm.

“Uhhh… uhhh…” Bethany moaned enjoying the release that she was giving herself.

Fred too was enjoying it, quite evident from the hardening of his cock, and the droplets of pre-cum staining his jeans. He knew that there was only one thing that was left for him to do, and that was the one thing that he’d wanted to do since he’d studied the book.

But not in front of these prying eyes.

He took Bethany outside; the glazed look still pasted upon her face. The male patrons groaning in non-appreciation, while the females clapped. Bethany’s skirt remained inside.

Fred reached out and caressed her breasts. They were hard and peaked to the touch. Fred felt himself going for his zipper, and he wondered if he would be able to control himself. He stood there for a moment.

Pants halfway between up and down, before deciding to go through with it all the way. He thrust his pants down and his engorged cock sprung out.

Gently, he teased Bethany’s folds with the tip of his penis. She wasn’t quite ready yet.

“You will become very, very wet.”

Seconds later she was dripping, and Fred eased himself into her. They did it standing up, Fred holding her buttocks in his hands for balance. He thrust into her again and again, until at last Bethany felt her vaginal lips spasm around him. His cock was already swollen and ready to pop, and in moments he was jetting his seed up into her.

Satiated, Fred eased her down, back onto the floor. “You will now get dressed and remember nothing of our encounter.” 

Bethany walked back into the shop, and smiled. “Don’t that fool know, that you can’t hypnotize anyone unless they want to be.” 

Mind Games



What a decadent picture they made... two sweaty lovers clinging to each other like shipwreck survivors, amidst a severely rumpled bed that looked like a tornado had swept through it. How had it come to this, she thought dreamily.

Jess' upbringing had been sheltered, mainly because just after she hit puberty, her parents noticed all the leering, lascivious stares that men were giving her. Normally, being an attractive brunette would have been enough to warrant their attention. But along with her shapely figure, all Jess had to do was bat her baby blue eyes in a male's direction and they were instantly captivated.

She moved away from home when she started college, leaving behind her worried parents. What a joyous and liberating experience it had been for her. Released from the burden of their shelter at last, she made many new friendships and went to so many wild parties that it was a natural conclusion that she'd finally lose her virginity. Applying herself nevertheless to her studies, she graduated with honours and established herself in the business community.

Shortly thereafter, she met her boyfriend Mick. He seemed so knowledgeable and possessed such an air of confidence that it was easy to be drawn into his charm. However, they had dated for a while before she realized that he was harbouring an arrogant, vindictive nature. He took great pleasure in publicly humiliating people and never missed an opportunity to slander someone's character, if they dared to have a difference of opinion. She would have left Mick if it weren't for one thing... his brother Jake.


Jake and Mick were roommates and she often thought to herself that if there were such a thing as a dream man, Jake would definitely have been it. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with the most extraordinary Caribbean Sea coloured eyes, but in spite of his good looks, he was unusually modest and quiet. He kept such a tight rein on his emotions, yet she sensed a smoldering volcano of passion lying dormant within him. He aroused her, both mentally and physically, and the wistful hope that one day he would unleash his ravenous need on her plagued her dreams.

If Jake had ever given her any inkling that he was interested, she would have gladly dumped Mick in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid her when they happened to be alone, and every once in a while she'd catch him staring at her with an indecipherable expression. The closer she tried to get to him, the further he would withdraw, and it frustrated her to no end. She knew the situation was hopeless but she couldn't leave, he seemed to have such a strange hold over her. 

So, one night Mick asked her to stay over but then was called away on business. He wasn't sure how long he'd be gone so he asked, or rather ordered, Jess to stay and she grudgingly accepted. Heading towards the bathroom to put away her toiletries, she thought she was alone until she heard her name. Cautiously proceeding, she paused outside the partially open bathroom door, and peeked inside. To her astonishment, Jake was frantically stroking himself. His eyes were clenched shut, his pants were opened just enough to allow his turgid length freedom, and he was so focused, moaning her name over and over. Fascinated, she watched him until her shock wore off, then quietly tiptoed back to Mick's room. She couldn't believe what she saw! Was that why he was always so aloof? He wanted her and it was making him feel guilty? Sinking weakly to the bed, a wonderfully luminous smile lit her face.

Later that evening, they shared a pizza in complete silence, both of them deep in thought. Every once in a while, Jess would glance up and catch Jake staring at her, with his usual unfathomable expression. Definitely feeling more confident since her revelation, she watched him wipe his mouth with a napkin and couldn't resist teasing him. Leaning forward, her braless breasts swung heavily in the thin t-shirt that she was wearing. She brushed a finger across the corner of his mouth and held it in front of him for his inspection. 'You missed a spot' she murmured, waiting for him to open his mouth and suck the sauce off her finger. His eyes darkened and his breathing picked up slightly but he refused to oblige. Shrugging, she brought the finger to her lips, licked it delicately, and then slid it into her mouth while boldly holding his gaze. 'Mmm, delicious. You should wear sauce more often. I'd be more than happy to lick it off for you.' She grinned when he audibly groaned.

Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth. What delectable lips he has, she thought. They were so inviting and she couldn't resist the urge to sample them. Getting up, she sauntered over to him. Placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she pressed her breasts against him, her hardened nipples stabbing his chest. She leaned forward and slowly nibbled on his lower lip, enjoying the texture and taste of him. He shoved her away so suddenly that she staggered back, struggling to regain her balance. His eyes held an unusual expression... was that fear? 'I was just cleaning off more sauce for you' she lied smoothly.

He got up, visibly shaking as he turned away, but before he could hide it, she noticed the bulge in his pants. 'When are you going to let go and just give in to your needs, Jake?' she called out, before he could escape.

With a roughened voice, he mumbled, 'I don't know what you're talking about, Jess. Make sure everything is locked up, I'm going to bed.'

A few hours later, she was lying in Mick's bed and couldn't get the image of Jake masturbating out of her mind. The more she thought about him, the wetter she got, her pussy aching for him. Jerking into a sitting position, she thought, why not go for it? He obviously wanted her and she most definitely wanted him, so why not put themselves out of their misery?

Opening the closet, she pulled out a skimpy peach nightie that Mick had bought her a while ago. She couldn't bring herself to wear something so revealing for Mick but felt no such qualms with Jake. Slipping into it, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. The sheer material certainly seemed to be draping around her curvaceous figure lovingly. It reached the top of her sleek thighs and was held up by two thin straps. The plunging bodice could barely contain her firm breasts. Smiling, she smoothed her palms down her body, then ran them through her thick, wavy hair.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she crept towards Jake's room. Silently opening his door, she leaned against the doorjamb and gazed at him. He was lying on his bed naked, apparently asleep, the sheets tangled around his feet. To her delight, he was still sporting that impressive hardon. Just the sight of him caused her to throb unbearably.

As if sensing her presence, his eyes opened and he glanced over at her. Smiling shyly, she slowly started running her hand up and down her body, sliding over every dip and curve. Hungrily, he stared at her, taking in her very skimpy attire and the luscious body that it had no hope of hiding. When her movements caused the material to rise, briefly displaying her trimmed mound, he groaned softly. 

Emboldened by his response, she walked into his room and straddled his lap. That's when he seemed to rouse from his trance-like state.

'Jess, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!' He tried shoving her off but she stubbornly grabbed a hold of him and hung on, feeling him freeze beneath her when the little tussle caused one of her breasts to burst free of its confinement. Smiling, she lifted his hand and placed it over her naked breast, which he couldn't seem to resist squeezing.

Absorbed with the plump morsel in his hand, he made no move to push her off. Seizing the opportunity while he was distracted, she positioned his cock against her drenched entrance then slowly sank down, his textured length rubbing against her sensitive tissues. When he was fully inside her, she paused, both of them moaning loudly at the shocking sensation of penetration, it was so arousing. She waited as her pussy desperately tried to accommodate him, stretching with a mixture of pleasure and pain, then holding onto his chest, started riding him, watching his eyes.

'Tell me how much you want me Jake' she murmured.

His pupils expanded as he glanced down dumbfoundedly to where they were joined, as if he couldn't believe she was actually there. 'You're out of your mind!' he growled, thrusting up into her.

'Am I?' she purred, taking his unwitting cue and riding him harder and faster. 'Come on, tell me that you want me, Jake. I want to hear you admit that you've always wanted me.'

He shook his head and gasped, 'You're my brother's girlfriend for Christ's sake, what the fuck has gotten into you?'

Grinning, she sighed, 'You... and doesn't it feel amazing?' She desperately wanted him to let go of his damnable control and unleash the animal that she knew was in him. She craved for his lust, needed him to give himself to her completely. He squeezed her breast harder, gripping her hip with his other hand, bucking up into her, but would not heed to her request.

Frowning at his stubbornness, she suddenly lifted off and stood over him, enjoying the glazed, lust filled look he was giving her. His hard, glistening penis begged for attention and his hands still clenched in mid-air. 'Well, since you don't want me, I'll leave you to get some sleep then.'

Smirking, she had taken no more than a couple of steps when she heard him growl, 'You goddamn teasing bitch!' just before he reached up and forcefully yanked her back onto his bed. Flipping her onto her stomach, he roughly kneed her thighs apart and rammed his cock deep inside, furiously fucking her. Intent on only one thing: cumming. Reaching underneath her, he shoved his hands into her nightie and grabbed her breasts. Their heavy breathing masked the tearing sound of her gown. 

Yelling in unbelievable pleasure, she concentrated on the savage pounding she was getting. Yes, this is what I wanted, she thought, and it felt much better than she had imagined. As he ruthlessly hammered into her, her moans grew louder. She writhed on the bed, hands clenched in fists, as she got closer to that elusive orgasm that she'd never experienced.

He fucked her unceasingly, his thrusts becoming increasingly desperate, until he came powerfully. A loud growl tore from his lungs as creamy streams shot deep inside her abused, excited pussy. Pulling out, he sank heavily onto his back, his cum leaking down her legs.

Gasping, so close to orgasm herself, she turned to him in confusion. He just smiled, 'Thanks for the lay, babe. I'm kind of tired now so get out of my room.'

She stared at him incredulously, her mouth agape, not even trying to hide the tears that formed in her eyes. 'You son of a bitch!' she whimpered, running out of his room in mortification.

Locking herself in the bathroom, she removed her tattered clothing and gingerly cleaned herself. The anger and hurt was almost suffocating her. Jake was supposed to have been different, special, but it was quite obvious that he was just as selfish and immature as Mick. First thing in the morning, she'd pack up and get the hell away from them both. Somewhat appeased with her decision, she sank into Mick's bed and cried herself to sleep.

She had probably been asleep for about an hour when she started having the most amazing dream. Jake was making love to her slowly, whispering sweet and loving words in her ear. Smiling, she murmured, 'Mmm, Jake'.

But then she woke up with a start when she heard him mumble, 'Yeah baby, it's me'. She stared up at him wide-eyed in confusion, which was quickly replaced by anger. He was actually fucking her! In spite of enjoying it immensely, she had no intention of being used so callously again.

'Get the fuck off me, you bastard!' Shrieking, she shoved him away and pushed him onto his back. Pummeling his chest with her fists while she kicked him hard in the shins, trying to give him a small dose of the pain that she was feeling.

Grinning, the excitement of the fight alive in his eyes, he easily wrestled her onto her back and plunged into her. Screaming, she shivered in arousal but fought him like a wildcat, refusing to give in. Chuckling in amusement, he simply lifted her arms above her head and held them in one of his big hands while placing his other hand on her shoulder, effectively pinning her down.

Between jarring thrusts, he growled, 'This is what you want, isn't it bitch?... Did you actually think I'd allow you to have the upper hand?... Your mind games won't work on me... You've met your match baby.'

Panting, she stared up at him with eyes glazed in passion. Her anger dissipating in the face of her overwhelming need for fulfillment. Jake saw the surrender in her eyes and growled in triumph. Letting go of her hands, he clutched her shoulders, keeping her immobile, and banged into her aggressively. She sinuously wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and dug her nails into his back as they writhed frenziedly against each other. It was such delightful torment and she couldn't take much more.

He felt how close she was getting and maddeningly slowed down. Whimpering in protest, she peered in his eyes and saw how they gleamed. He was deriving great pleasure from the knowledge that he was the cause of her aroused, gasping state. Moaning, she thought, It was hard to put the tiger back in the cage after you let him loose, but this is what she wanted: for Jake to finally lose control and use her so sumptuously. Panting heavily, he muttered, 'Mick must have been lying when he told me you were a frigid bitch, I can see how hot you are. Guess you just needed my cock filling your cunt.'

Gasping in shock at his crude comment and enraged at having been discussed so cold-heartedly, she heaved up unexpectedly, taking him by surprise. Pushing him away, she bolted off the bed, her body shivering in unfulfilled longing and rage. 'You fucking asshole! Both you and Mick can go to hell!'

She couldn't believe that she actually heard Jake laughing as she stormed across the room. Chasing after her, he caught up quickly, hoisted her over his left shoulder, and headed back to the bed. She squirmed madly, sinking her teeth into his side, trying to wound him. But screamed in indignation when, in retaliation, he slapped her ass with enough force to leave a red imprint.

Grunting from the effort, he maneuvered her onto her hands and knees and gripped her hips tightly. 'What fire' he growled, just before he forcefully pulled her back, impaling her onto his rampant shaft. Ignoring her cry of outrage, he removed one hand from her hip and wrapped her long hair around his fist. He yanked her head back and leaned forward, so that she could see his face. 'Do you have any idea what it did to me to hear you and Mick having sex in the next room? Having you so near and wanting you but knowing that I couldn't have you? You and I both know that you belong to me and I'm finally going to make you completely mine.'

Holding onto her hair and hip firmly, he fucked her ferociously. His dominance weakened her with pleasure; she was so close to fulfillment but unable to cross the threshold. 'You're the only one I want, Jake, the only one I've ever wanted. Please, help me cum!', she whimpered.

With a groan, he thrust repeatedly deep inside her grasping pussy, bashed his pelvis so hard against her that it was all she could do to hang on. Clawing at the bed, she was helpless against their mutually violent hunger. Leaning forward, he bit her neck ravenously as his hand slid down from her hip to rub her clit roughly. Whimpering from the onslaught, it abruptly became too much. Her tingling body was being suffused by shuddering waves of heat.

The unfamiliar, sensations frightened her. She thrashed wildly, trying to regain control, but Jake stubbornly held on, knowing exactly what she needed. She fought him and herself but to no avail. The feelings just got stronger until they imploded. Arching her back, she screamed in unbearable pleasure as an amazingly intense orgasm ripped through her shuddering body.

Her squeezing, milking pussy set off his response. He grabbed her tits, mauling them, as his savage thrusts became uncontrollable.

Roughly, he pulled her up against him; her back pressed tightly to his chest. His hips pistoned repeatedly up into her until, with an animalistic growl, he spurted his load deep inside her convulsing pussy.

Grinding and writhing against each other, they remained firmly locked, then weakly sank to the bed in complete exhaustion. Turning, Jake pulled Jess into his arms and she clung to him tightly.

After a few minutes of blissful, comfortable silence, Jake murmured, 'Did I mention that I'm getting a new roommate?'

'What do you mean?' she drowsily muttered in confusion.

Kissing the top of her head, he grinned, 'I'm kicking Mick out and you're moving in.'

Glancing up into his beautiful eyes, she smiled, 'Really?'

'Yes' he said, kissing the tip of her nose. 'There's no way I could ever let you go now.'

Closing her eyes in unbelievable happiness, she hugged him. 'Don't worry, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.'

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This is the first erotic story I've written, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Oh, and don't forget to vote!



Mind Games



I recently read "Now it's my turn" by Aussie Bard where a wife tricked her husband into thinking he had cheated so that she could fuck around. I liked the this story a great deal but I had this idea of the ill used spouse playing mind games in return. This is a standalone story that sets out my take on how such deceit might alternatively pan out. Sex in the story is minimal, while revenge is maximal. This is NOT an alternative version of Aussie Bard's story.

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"I was talking to Chloe this morning," Janice announced as we were eating dinner one evening.

"Oh yes?" I responded wondering what snippet of scandal or gossip they had exchanged.

"She's heard that Malcolm James has moved back to Ely."

I felt a pang of concern and looked up just in time to see a flash of excitement in my wife's eyes.

Let me explain.

I was born in the early 1960's in the East Anglian city of Ely. 

Two of my closest friends, Janice and Chloe, lived in the same street. We attended infants and junior school together and soon became inseparable. 

Malcolm's family moved to our street when we were in junior school and he soon joined our group. Malcolm had an aloof and somewhat arrogant nature and while the girls took to him, I found him a difficult person to get to like. 

As for me, well I'm Michael.

In our late teens Malcolm had been Janice's boyfriend. While I had had a few girlfriends they rarely lasted long. My problem was that I had a thing about Janice. I had had a crush over Janice since I was five but I had never had the courage to express my love to her. Things got worse when she hit puberty. At the age of 12 Janice metamorphosed into a thing of beauty. Her long, blonde hair became thick and lustrous, she developed curves in all the right places, including a fine pair of C cup breasts. Janice was one of those lucky to avoid the ravages of acne and was one of the prettiest girl I knew.

I was gutted when she began going out with Malcolm. It didn't help that there was a competitive tension between Malcolm and me. Malcolm saw himself as the alpha male in the group and constantly tried to gain an advantage over me.

I was heavily into sports and played rugby for the local youth team. This kept me fit, gave me a good social life and helped keep my mind off my sex life. It also meant that I was strong and this was the one thing which prevented Malcolm dominating our group. He knew that I would always beat him in a fight.

Chloe, the other member of our group was one of those paradoxes that nature often throws. She was a short, black haired girl with a tendency to being chubby. She had always been overweight but this wasn't helped by her development when puberty hit. She had C cup breasts by the age of 11 and these had blossomed to a good E cup by her late teens. She was also agonisingly beautiful. She had the flawless skin of an "English Rose", the cutest nose and an eternal smile. If I hadn't had such a crush on Janice I could have easily fallen for Chloe. Sadly, her size led to ridicule from many of the kids at school hammering her self confidence. Basically Chloe was shy and she relied on our friendship to keep her afloat.

When we reached 18 there came the inevitable parting of the ways as we headed off to university. Janice and I went to London, me to Imperial college to read Chemical Engineering and her to London University to read English. Chloe went to Newcastle to read History. The biggest surprise was that Malcolm went to the USA to study law.

Janice was understandably upset with Malcolm's sudden departure but seemed to settle down to a student's life in London. Initially I saw little of Janice, preferring to immerse myself in university life. The only way I could see myself moving on in my life was to establish a new life and a new circle of friends. I played in the University rugby team, enjoying the social life that surrounded it to the full. I had always had a liking for the theatre and I took the opportunity to join the university Thespians. Acting suited me like a glove and I soon had parts in a couple of productions. If the truth be known, I deliberately avoided any contact with Janice, I had a deep suspicion that linking up with her wasn't the best of options.

After six months I had a phone call from Janice. She seemed down in the dumps. My immediate reaction was that this had potential for undesirable complications to my life but what could I do? As a friend I at least had a duty to help her so I chose a simple option and invited her out to the pub.

It transpired that she wasn't enjoying university life. Basically she hadn't made any friends at university and she missed our little group. It was obvious that she wanted to go out with me. Although I still had strong feelings for her, it was with reluctance that I agreed to start going out with her. Perversely, I liked the life I had at university. I had good friends, I was enjoying the course and my theatrical activities stimulated my mind. I had a few girl friends and in spite of my feelings for Janice I really didn't want my life to change. 

We dated regularly and after a time our platonic friendship became much more and I began to accept the inevitable. I was still deeply in love with Janice but, through great will power, I resisted coming on strongly to her. I wanted Janice to feel the same about me first.

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We were married a month after our graduations and we set up home back in Ely with Janice teaching at a local primary school. I took my PhD at Cambridge University, just 10 miles up the road.

Like all newlyweds with little money we couldn't afford a house and we found a small flat to rent. We were effectively living just off Janice's wages so things weren't easy.

I suppose I was lucky that I was able to foresee a niche where I could develop my expertise. While my first degree was in chemical engineering, I chose numerical and computational methods for my PhD. In a word, I immersed myself in all matters IT including programming and computer simulation. Cambridge was fast becoming a technology Mecca in the 1980's and as luck would have it, Peter Bates, a friend of mine from my university days, set up a consultancy based on the outskirts of Cambridge.

One afternoon the phone rang at home. It was Peter offering me a job.

"I need someone to set up and head a new computer modelling section," he explained.

Up to then, most modelling had to be carried out on mainframe computers which were usually too expensive to provide a facility for routine day to day use. This changed with the advent of the PCs and Peter had identified this as a new business opportunity. This was a god given opportunity and I seized it with both hands.

Over the next few years I built the department until we had a cadre of 25 programmers and engineers and a turnover in the millions. In truth, I fitted Pete's organisation perfectly and we became sound friends. After a couple of years I became a member of the board with a salary to match.

Now I was on a decent wage we were able to find a house to buy and we got our first car. Slowly over the next couple of years we furnished and decorated our house and gradually built up our savings. It was at this time that we decided to begin a family. Somehow we always expected that it would be straight forward. We had a strong and vigorous sex life and I found Janice so arousing that I would get a firm erection moments after giving her a kiss. To be honest, we fucked like rabbits.

After six months of no success we visited the doctor. We had a few tests and discovered that I was firing blanks. I had suffered from mumps when I was 13. This had made my balls swell up and basically made me sterile. For many this could have been a marriage wrecker but Janice was both sympathetic and understanding.

"We can always adopt a child," she told me as she hugged me tightly.

Chloe had graduated with a first class degree and like me took a PhD. She secured an academic post at Cambridge University and returned to Ely to live. She had taken control of her life and had lost a lot of weight. The new Chloe was a slim, confident woman with a magnificent pair of tits. (Sorry, I'm a bit of a tit man) It almost seemed like old times with the three of us yet again living within a short distance of each other. That is except for Malcolm.

While Janice and I had a good relationship, I had always had this nagging feeling that maybe Janice had shacked up with me on the rebound. I firmly believed that our marriage was strong and I for one would do anything to keep it together but I always had that feeling in the back of my mind that Malcolm was still somehow in the picture. What would happen if Malcolm ever chose to come back to the UK?

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Hearing that Malcolm had returned to the UK brought back all my fears.

"Well I don't see what that matters to us," I replied. I had no desire whatsoever to meet Malcolm again.

"Oh come on, we were all best friends," Janice replied.

Damn she could be annoying. "take those rose tinted glasses off," I snapped. "You know full well that I never got on with him. He was a arrogant, pompous, prick."

"You're just jealous because he's so successful," Janice retorted spitefully.

"Are you suggesting that I'm not successful?"

"Well no..." Janice began. "I'm just saying..."

She tailed off, not sure what she was saying.

"I have the life that I want," I interrupted. "I'm sure you'll agree that our life style reflects our own success. I need nothing from Malcolm, I need to learn nothing from him and I doubt that he has anything he could teach me. In fact, you have no idea how successful he has been. Or do you?"

Janice didn't reply. She looked more than a little shocked at my reaction.

"I have no desire to meet him and that's all there is to it." I told her as I left the room.

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I wasn't surprised when we received a call from Malcolm a week later. He invited us to dinner at a very nice restaurant just outside Cambridge. Initially I resisted going but Janice, through a combination of begging and threats, changed my mind."

The food was good and Malcolm was intolerably smug. He was full of what a big shot he was in the US legal scene and how great his life was compared to our hum-drum existence. Janice positively gushed over everything he had to say leaving me to sit, struggling to control my temper.

"What an arrogant fuck!" I muttered as we got into the car. "The prick is as insufferable as ever." Janice didn't reply and was silent throughout the journey home.

I sighed in dismay when a few days later Janice announced that she and Chloe had organised a party to celebrate Malcolm's return. I cringed at the idea of another evening of his insufferable arrogance.

"Don't be a misery," Janice protested. "Malcolm is an old friend and in any case it's been ages since we went to a party. You'll be able to relax and have some fun for once."

Chloe greeted us with a warm smile when we arrived at the party. She guided us to a quiet corner and brought us drinks. The place was packed and Malcolm was sat in the corner of a room holding court to a number of women. Flash bastard!

For the next couple of hours I was constantly pampered by Janice and Chloe. They ensured that my glass was always full and that I had plenty to eat.

"You've been looking stressed over the last few months," Janice whispered in my year, "Chloe and I want you to have a great time tonight."

The fact that both women were cuddling me was more than a little disconcerting -- things didn't seem right.

After a while Janice left to mingle, leaving Chloe to ply me with booze. I usually have a pretty hard head when it comes to drinking but the room was beginning to swim. Chloe leaned over me and with a smile whispered:

"Come upstairs, I've got something to show you."

The room swayed as I stood up and I nearly fell.

"Careful big boy," Chloe giggled as she grabbed my arm.

Once upstairs, Chloe guided me into a bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed and crawled over me. God she was beautiful! I could actually smell her arousal. She was ripe for fucking but this was wrong. 

I tried to get up. "This is wrong, Chloe," I protested.

Chloe pushed me back and began to pull off my trousers.

"Janice told you earlier that we want you to relax and enjoy this evening. We meant it."

Shit! Was Janice endorsing this? My head felt fuzzy and I felt unable to refuse. Damn, why had I drunk so much?

The human cock has no conscience. In spite of my reservations, I was turned on and my cock sprung free as my pants were pulled off.

"Oh that is nice," she husked as she reached under her dress and pulled her panties to one side. 

She slid over me and deftly mounted my cock. Suddenly I was buried, bollock deep, in the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy ever. Chloe fucked me hard, moaning loudly.

"Oh god, Mike, I need this," she cried out.

"What the fuck!"

I froze as I heard Janice's shout.

"You shit! What are you doing fucking my best friend?"

Janice didn't wait for an answer, she simply slammed the door and stormed off.

Chloe rolled off me, her face white with shock.

"Janice?" she whispered before bursting into floods of tears.

If I hadn't been so shocked I would have been surprised at Chloe's reaction. As it was, I was more concerned with sorting things out with Janice.

Our car was gone by the time I got outside. I had a 2 mile walk home.

The house was in darkness by the time I got home. Our bedroom was firmly locked and Janice refused to respond when I knocked on the door. I finally retreated to the guest room.

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I found Janice sat at the table in the kitchen the next morning. I poured myself a coffee and sat down opposite her.

"Janice, I want to apologise for last night, it was a misunderstanding," I began, trying to repair the damage.

Janice glared at me coldly.

"That was no misunderstanding! You don't end up in bed with my best friend by accident." She hissed. 

Janice sipped her coffee and paused a moment.

"I spent the night thinking about this and what it means for us. At first I was ready to divorce you without a thought but in spite of what you've done to me, I still love you and I hope we can work through this."

"I love you too," I protested.

"Please let me finish," Janice snapped. "The fact is that you hurt me badly last night. No one likes to be betrayed, especially with a friend. I've decided that if we are to get through this then you need to feel my pain. I intend to have an affair."

"But two wrongs don't make a right!" I gasped, not liking the idea one bit.

"You have a choice Michael. You can accept that I intend to have an affair or we can divorce. I cannot live with the pain of your betrayal otherwise.

The simple fact was that I couldn't envisage life without Janice. I had loved her for more years than I could recall and divorce was the last thing I could stomach.

"I don't like the idea one bit but I can't image life without you," I reluctantly conceded. 

Janice gave a look of grim satisfaction and left the room. In a short moment I heard the front door open as she left the house.

The door slammed as she left, leaving me to ponder what was to come. I really wasn't in the mood to skulk around the house all day so I packed up my fishing gear and headed down to the river for a few hours.

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Janice was sat in the lounge when I got home.

"Sit down Michael," we need to talk.

I sat in the chair facing her.

"Malcolm is coming around tonight," she announced.

My heart sank. "Why?" I asked, knowing what was coming.

"I warned you that I intended to have an affair," Janice sneered.

"But Malcolm?"

"Would you prefer it if I picked up some stranger in the street?" Janice snapped. "At least we know Malcolm."

"Quite frankly, yes! I would prefer anyone other than Malcolm." I snapped. "What if I beg you not to do this, would you listen?"

"You've hurt me badly, I warned you there would be consequences," Janice snapped back.

"What about our marriage?"

"You endangered our marriage not me!"

"I assume you've deliberately chosen him knowing how much we dislike each other and the additional hurt it will cause me. Well you've made your mind up but don't expect me to be here when he arrives," I told her.

"Oh no, you have to stay. I saw you in bed with Chloe, I want you here to experience what it feels like."

I shrugged and left the house for the pub. There was no point in arguing, she had me by the balls.

"What you want and what you get are two different things," I shouted over my shoulder. "I will not stay here while you fuck that half-wit."

I'll make no excuses, I got wasted that evening. I sat in the pub and buried a serious amount of booze. Harry the landlord was a great friend and made sure I got a taxi home.

"You're too pissed to drive mate, I've got your car keys and you can collect them tomorrow."

I could hear the sound of fucking coming from our bedroom as I entered the hall to our house. Damn! That fucker was using my bed to screw my wife. I felt sick. I couldn't stand the sound of infidelity anymore and staggered to my study.

I collapsed on the recliner in my study and thanks to the booze slept like a dead man.

I was awoken the next day by the sound of the door bell. It was 11 pm -- shit I had slept well! To my surprise I had hardly any hangover, I just needed a piss and a drink. 

My study would be better described as my sanctum sanctorum -- the place I retired to, to work or enjoy tranquillity. It housed my library, my HIFI system and cinema, the main computer server for the house, my two computers and all I needed to communicate should I choose to work from home. I had also installed a toilet and a fridge for drinks.

I heard the security system kick in as the front door was opened to let in our visitor. I sat down at my desk, flipped a couple of switches bringing the CCTV feeds to my PC monitors and sipped an ice cold coke.

One of my work sidelines was the development of state of the art security systems. Every room in my house contained concealed CCTV and microphones. Motion detectors identified the presence of anyone in the room and triggered the monitoring systems. All video and audio feeds were captured in occupied rooms and stored on my server. All very slick and quite automatic.

Our visitor was no less than Chloe. Janice greeted her with a smile and a hug and led her into the kitchen.

To use a common phrase, I was gob-smacked. After all the aggro of the previous night, what the hell was Janice doing greeting her like an old friend. What the hell was going on?

"So what was the big idea at the party?" Chloe asked, her voice subdued. "You told me that I could sleep with Mike no strings attached. You then storm in just a few minutes after we started shouting at us, why?"

"Sit down Chloe," Janice asked in her "pretty please" voice. "Please forgive me, I'm afraid I misled you a little. You know that Malcolm is back well I have some unfinished issues with him. I wanted to catch Mike being unfaithful so that I would have a justification for linking up with him."

"What issues?" Chloe demanded.

"Although we went out together for a long time, we never had sex and it's been something I've wondered about for years."

"Ah, so you wanted to use me as an excuse for a revenge fuck. Is that right?"

"Yes, that's about it."

"So you used Mike and me," Chloe asked, her voice quavering. "You used me, your friend, to deceive your husband."

Janice didn't reply.

"What about Mike's feelings? We led him on to think that you wanted him to fuck me and then you hit him with this. You're screwing with his mind as well as screwing up your marriage. If you don't love him then you should do the decent thing and get a divorce."




Mind Games



"But I do love Mike," Janice whimpered. "I love him more than ever. I couldn't stand to be parted from him."

"Well you're not behaving like it. Or do you love Malcolm as well. Or is it that you love the life style that Mike buys you?"

"No, please understand. Do you know what it's like when you have an itch in the middle of your back and you can't reach it? Well I've always wanted to know what sex was like with Malcolm. It was my unscratchable itch. With Malcolm it'll just be sex, not love."

"And in the meantime you're screwing with Mike's mind. I'll tell you now, he won't accept your behaviour."

"Oh don't be melodramatic," Janice countered smugly. "I know Mike, he'll forgive me, even for this. He's besotted with me and he'll do anything to keep our marriage together. 

"In your dreams, Janice. Mike will bend over backwards to keep the marriage together but he has limits. This will break him, be sure of that."

"Well if that's the case, then it's too late. I slept with Malcolm all last night."

"One night!" Chloe was outraged. "One nights in revenge for Mike being inside me for two minutes. Did you use condoms? What if you get an STD or pregnant? So it's over then."

"Oh no," Janice grinned. "Malcolm is in the UK for only a month then he goes back to the states. We'll enjoy each other for that time and then it'll end and things will go back to normal. I'll have closed out my business with Malcolm and no harm will be done."

Chloe paused, her outrage suddenly evaporating.

"Mike will hate me for this," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. I can't allow that, one thing I'm going to do is tell Mike exactly what happened at the party. Mike probably thinks that I conspired with you to stitch him up and that makes me feel sick with guilt."

"Do that you if want, I'll just deny it," Janice replied smugly.

Chloe abruptly stood, her chair scraping as she pushed it back from the table."

"I don't suppose you care that you spoiled our friendship. We've been friends for years but you've killed that," Chloe sobbed as she turned to leave. "Maybe you've never cared."

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So there it was in full clarity. Their behaviour at the party had been odd and I was annoyed with myself that I hadn't worked out why. But now everything was clear. 

My first action was to back-up the video of their little conversation onto my archive hard drive. I then sat back and pondered my feelings.

My feelings of self pity had vanished and were replaced by a cold anger. I had been used and abused and that demanded payback. Now that I understood everything, I had a simple problem to address, what payback should I deliver? I was skilled in analysing and solving problems and I was now in my element.

Some say that you can never fall out of love with someone. That is total crap. My love for Janice died completely the moment I heard her admit her deceit. I pride myself in being honest and forgiving -- it was something my parents instilled in me from an early age, but I have nothing but contempt for those who lie or cheat. If she had simply been unfaithful then I might have been able to forgive her but calculated deceit was unforgivable.

There was one crystal clear conclusion in my mind -- our marriage was dead and I would be divorcing the bitch as soon as possible. The main problem was that there was no way on this earth that I was going to allow her to profit from it. Our assets were significant and I had no intention of allowing her hands on them. As an aside, I also wanted her to suffer. The problem was how could I achieve these objectives?

I've never been someone to jump to decisions, indeed my work demanded a logical approach where all aspects of a problem were carefully weighed and examined. Using a notepad to jot down my ideas I took stock of my life with Janice.

Possessions

We had started with very little when we first married. With only one wage we could only afford a rented flat. As the years went by we worked hard and we saved carefully until we could buy a house. My wage was now much bigger than Janice's but we shared everything and there was no sense that my contribution was greater than hers. We were now in a position that we lived in a huge house in a select area, with two luxury cars on the drive, a swimming pool, 2 acres of land and a paddock. We were doing well by any standards.

Lifestyle

My work involved me travelling a great deal and meeting important business contacts. This ensured that we had frequent invitations to parties and receptions where we rubbed shoulders with important people.

We had a busy social life both with friends and with various clubs where we had memberships. 

Status

Janice sat as a magistrate and was a member of several key committees in the area. We were seen as being key members of the upper set.

Sex

Our sex life was good. I had never had a problem "getting it up" and could usually muster a rock hard erection with minimal stimulation. 

Overall, our life was amazing and I knew full well that Janice enjoyed every element of our reputation and status. 

There lay the key to my revenge. Over the years we had built, brick by brick, a lifestyle which most people would envy. I would slowly dismantle that lifestyle until all of Janice's dreams were just dust. I would destroy her and leave her with less than when we married. This would not be a quick revenge, I would do it slowly, so that she felt the pain increase until she could stand no more. The trick was that it would all stem from her treatment of me. I would send her on the biggest guilt trip ever before dumping her. I was going to enjoy this.

A key factor would be the basic evidence needed to secure my divorce. To someone like me in the IT game this was a trivial matter. As I've already said, my study housed my computer and wireless router and I already had security cameras inside all the rooms of the house. This clever system detected burglars, filmed them and phoned the police. With a few simple modifications I was able to monitor and record all phone messages. My system would detect any movement in the house, film any activity and save the information on a massive hard disk. Perfect 24/7 surveillance. 

The toughest part would be portraying a guy who is driven into decline by a cheating wife. That would take all of my acting skills.

I've already told you that I worked for an engineering consultancy run by my old friend Peter Bates. I ran the department responsible for IT development and was a board member. This meant that I headed a team of engineers who spent their time developing software solutions for our clients. As such I was both overseer and head programmer. I earned a decent salary from this work but I also had a side line.

It had been my plan for many years that I would accumulate as much money as I could so I could become independent by the time I was 50. I had set up a company called Innovative Solutions, based in the Cayman Islands. The company was run by a lawyer and had one employee, me. 

Peter was content that I undertook consultancy work for other companies provided I didn't poach clients and it didn't conflict with any work his organisation undertook. That was easily achieved and I was flooded with work developing software, undertaking risk assessments, writing safety cases and acting as an expert witness. All payments for this work were made to Innovative Solutions. This was an effective and quite legal means of avoiding paying tax on my income. I touched none of the money in this extra account, preferring to live purely within my salary. I won't say this was easy. We had the mortgage on the house, which was pretty steep and Janice wasn't exactly frugal with money. She had given up work a couple of years previously in order to spend more time on her committees and with her work as a magistrate. Overall we pretty well wound up even at the end of the month, usually with just a few pounds in the current account.

Janice knew how much my normal salary was since it was paid into our joint account. She knew nothing about this extra money -- I had planned to surprise her when the time was right. It looked like my extracurricular bank account was going to be my life saver. 

My one luxury was my Bentley. I owned a 1929 4.5 litre turbo charged Open Sports Tourer in British racing green. I had found it rusting away in a farmer's barn and had bought it for £100. It took me five years to restore but I now had an immaculate classic car. worth £75000 of anyone's money. It was my pride and joy.

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I waited an hour before leaving my study. Janice was doing some tidying in the lounge.

"Did I hear the door bell?" I asked innocently.

Janice looked up, surprised. She obviously hadn't expected to see me home.

"It was the postman," she replied quickly. I guessed she was worried about whether I had seen Chloe."

"Where the hell were you last night?" she snapped, suddenly aggressive.

"Out," I replied. "I couldn't stop you fucking Malcolm but there was no way you could force me to listen."

I left the room before she could reply and drove to work.

My first task was call in to see Peter and explain all that had happened.

"Bloody hell mate, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have a plan for revenge," I told him. "But I need your help."

"You don't need to ask," Peter replied immediately. "Not only are you an old friend, but you've helped make this company what it is."

"Thanks mate," I replied sincerely. "A key step is that I'll want you to fire me when the time is right."

Peter raised a surprised eyebrow but let me finish.

If I was to ensure that Janice received nothing when we divorced then I needed to lose all my assets. A key element to the loss of my assets would be that I would need to become "unemployed". I wanted Janice to believe that I was unemployed but to achieve that everyone in the office would to believe it too. The idea was that at the right time Peter would sack me in such a way that everyone in the office would know. I would actually stay on the payroll but work from a different location. The loss of my job would be a key part of my apparent decline into ruin.

"I'll continue doing my work for you but it will need to be for free so that any audits don't prove my firing to be a lie. I need to protect you from any allegations of fraud or deception," I told Peter. "I'll have to survive on no income until the divorce so I'll need you to delay paying me my salary until then."

"I can do better than that," Peter grinned. "I'll pay it into your Cayman account through a subsidiary in Canada. It will be untraceable, no one will know I'm still paying you."

"Listen Mike, I like Janice but she's crapped on you from a great height and that really is unforgivable. When it comes down to it, my loyalty will always be with you. I'll help in every way I can no matter what the risk."

It felt good to have someone on my side.

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I reached home steeling myself to control my temper. I needed to be careful because from now on every conversation I had with Janice would be recorded by the surveillance system and I needed to make sure that I always shown in the best light.

Unusually there was no smell of cooking when I walked through the front door.

"Hello Mike," came Janice's voice from upstairs.

She came out of the bathroom to the top of the stairs. She was wearing a red lacy teddy and stockings, clothes she had never worn for me.

"Malcolm's coming around tonight and I've not had a chance to cook. Be a pet and eat out will you?"

"Why is Malcolm coming round?" I asked. She had had her revenge fuck, the whole matter was now closed.

"What do you think?" Janice laughed derisively. "To repeat last night."

"Hold on," I shouted as I walked upstairs. "You've had your revenge so there's no reason for him to come round."

"I'll decide when I've had my revenge," Janice snapped, nastily. You're behaviour with Chloe hurt me badly and I want you to feel that hurt too.

"I was with Chloe for five minutes, you fucked Malcolm all last night. That's more than enough revenge," I protested weakly but Janice had gone into the bedroom. She wasn't listening.

I left for the pub.

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I spent the evening considering carefully what needed to be done.

How might a betrayed guy behave? Well he could kick the shit out of Malcolm and then divorce Janice's ass. That was a very tempting option. I still played rugby and I was fit and hard. Malcolm would be a push over in a fight. The danger was that Janice would walk away with a large slice of our joint wealth and there was no way I was going to reward her infidelity.

I wanted more revenge than five minutes pain for the shit head. I wanted both of them to hurt for a long time. How to deal with Malcolm wasn't immediately clear so I put him to one side for now. Something would come to me.

Janice was an easier matter. I would play the role of a pathetic wimp driven to destruction by a cheating wife, only she would feel all the pain.

So how would such a guy react?

To start with he would experience emotional pain and self pity. He would feel suddenly uncertain, his confidence destroyed by the idea that his wife was having sex with a stud. He would probably resort to drink in an attempt to numb the pain. Slowly he would lose interest in life. He would probably lose his job and get into debt. He would lose interest in himself, living in the same clothes, becoming a scruffy, smelly jerk. The sort of guy you would walk around if you saw him lying in the street.

Over the coming weeks I would degenerate into a pathetic wimp. I actually had no plans to become an alcoholic but Janice would need to think I had. My amateur dramatics experience would be pushed to the limit but I reckoned I could act the part. Rinse my mouth with whiskey, splash a little booze over my clothes, adopt a stagger and a slurred voice and you have an instant drunk without drinking a drop.

The day after their third night of fucking was a Saturday and I was sat in the kitchen drinking coffee when they came downstairs. They were laughing and groping each other as they came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Malcolm wore just a pair of shorts and Janice wore a bath robe.

Malcolm slapped me on the back with false camaraderie.

"Well if it isn't Mike the cuckold," he smirked.

Janice giggled.

"I have to thank you for letting me fuck your sweet wife," he leered. "You're a true friend. I'm sure she appreciates the chance to experience a real man and not a wimp."

Again Janice laughed. She made no attempt to defend me. I had no doubt I could kick the shit out of Mike but that would ruin my plan. Instead I caught his eye and replied coldly.

"Well I thought that I was your friend but clearly you don't value it," I began. "If you were my friend then you would leave my house immediately and never see my wife again. But then again, you aren't my friend -- are you?"

I gave him a cold look.

"Never forget that I can kick your ass any time I choose, now get the fuck out of my sight."

I hoped that he would chance his arm but I knew that deep inside Malcolm was a coward.

In any event Janice interrupted any reply he might have made.

"I've told you already that I'll decide when I stop seeing Malcolm."

I shrugged my shoulders and I looked at her with the same lack of emotion. She in turn seemed nonplussed by my lack of anger. Suddenly their amusement evaporated, they made some coffee and returned upstairs.

The first seeds of my revenge had been sown.

The bastard stayed the whole weekend giving me no real opportunity to speak to Janice. Instead I took myself on a fishing trip for the weekend and left my system recording them and building my collection of evidence.

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The following Monday Janice was getting tarted up when I arrived home in the evening. I had splashed whisky on my jacket and I turned on my drunken act.

"Have you been drinking?" Janice asked with contempt.

"Give the girl a cigar," I slurred as I slumped on the bed. Janice was sat at her dressing table and I could see her glaring at me from the mirror.

"I want to ask you something," I began, adopting the role of a maudlin drunk. "Janice please stop seeing Malcolm, you're tearing me apart."

Janice gave a sigh of impatience.

"I won't tell you again, you hurt me terribly when you had sex with Chloe. I will decide when I think you've suffered the same as me. Now don't ask me again."

I began to sob -- damn I was a good actor.

"I'm not asking, I begging you. If you have any love for me you'll stop this now. You're killing me."

Janice's face softened. She came over to bed and put her arm around me.

"I do love you, you're the only man I love. But you must realise how hurt I am. Ever heard the phrase 'being cruel to be kind'?"

"If you love only me, why go to bed with Malcolm," I sobbed, tears running down my cheeks.

"With Malcolm it's just sex, not love. I'm only doing it to teach you a lesson."

I staggered to my feet and left the room. Damn it was so easy, the video of that little scene would go down a treat at the divorce hearing.

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Apart from Peter, I had told Harry about my problems.

"Would you have any problems if I was to spend most evenings in the corner of your bar, getting 'stinking' drunk?" I asked him.

I needed to play my part as a drunk but I didn't want to piss off Harry or his customers.

"Not a bit," he grinned. "Everyone knows you and you have a lot of friends here. As long as you behave and don't wreck the place, you'll be welcome."

And so it went. Each evening I would settled down in the corner with a glass of scotch and a glass of orange juice on the table so arranged that the scotch appeared to be my drink and the orange someone else's. I wore and slept in the same clothes every day so that I soon began to take on the role of a smelly drunk. A week's stubble and uncombed hair added to the effect.

And so it went on for three weeks. My routine was simple, spend the evening in the pub drinking orange juice, splash whisky on my clothes just before I went home and stagger home and sleep in my study. During the day I would go to work as usual. I would change my clothes for the working day -- I didn't want everyone to wonder about my odd appearance.

I rarely saw Janice. I went to the pub straight after work and she was too busy fucking Malcolm to bother me.

One evening Malcolm came into the pub. The bar was empty at the time -- a fact which suited me nicely. He saw me in the corner and came over. He sat across the table from me and leered derisively. My drunken act had clearly worked since the stupid fuck had obviously come to the pub to try it on with me, after all, a drunk is easy to beat up.

"Well, well, its the drunken cuckold," he leered. "I thought I would let Mr Wimp know that I had finished fucking his wife and that I'm going back to the US tomorrow."

If he expected an immediate reaction then he was out of luck.

"I looked up as if from a drunken haze."

"Ah, my friend Malcolm," I slurred. "Jusht a moment," I told him as I staggered from my chair. 

"Is it OK if I use the back room? I need a private chat with my friend." I asked Harry.

The pub had a small, private meeting room which was used to hold meetings of various committees.

"Be my guest," Harry replied with a smile. "Just don't break the furniture."

He knew exactly who Malcolm was.

I tottered back to the table.

"Let's go and have a private chat," I told Malcolm and he followed me into the meeting room. No sooner had I shut the door than I turned on him.

I grabbed his jacket front and slammed him against the wall.

"Now listen up you crock of shit!" I hissed. Malcolm struggled but couldn't get free. His face turned pale as fear hit him. His drunken victim had suddenly become a threat.




Mind Games



"I'm no wimp and don't you make the mistake of thinking otherwise. For reasons you need not worry about, I allowed you to screw around with Janice. I hope you enjoyed it because nothing in this world comes free and you will pay."

"W...what do you mean?" he croaked.

"Let's just say you'll get your payback. It might be today, it might be tomorrow or it might be next year, I haven't decided yet, but it will come and you won't like it at all."

The cunt just stared at me as if realising for the first time that I could best him within a heartbeat.

"Now here's a farewell gift to wish you bon voyage."

I smashed my forehead into his face, flattening his nose. Malcolm would have fallen to floor if I hadn't propped him against the wall. I set about methodically beating the shit out of him. A lot of anger was delivered in a number of carefully selected blows.

First a hard punch just below his diaphragm. Malcolm gasped in pain and suddenly discovered that it was very difficult to breath.

I relaxed my hold on him and kneed him full in the bollocks as he slid down the wall, his momentum adding to force delivered. He dropped to the floor like a sack of shit clutching his belly. 

"This is a little on account and don't try complaining to the police because no one saw you come in here with me, understand?"

Malcolm groaned.

"I asked if you understood!" I repeated.

"Yes," he croaked.

"Good, and one other thing, if you even see or speak to Janice again I will kill you." I whispered. "Now sleep tight."

I eased his hands from his groin and stomped on his balls three times, taking care to ensure that the heel of my boot made full contact. He passed out from the pain -- job done.

Harry and I lugged the now comatose Malcolm out the back door and dumped him thirty yards down the road from the pub. Harry then rang for an ambulance to report another case of mugging.

"Damn we live in dangerous times," he grinned at me as he rang off.

Malcolm spent a week in hospital recovering before leaving for the states. He made no attempt to contact Janice.

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If Janice thought that all would return to normal once Malcolm had left for the states she was in for a disappointment.

We were sat watching the television a day after his departure -- a rare event. Janice seemed nervous and tentative as she sought out a way to raise the subject. Eventually she spoke.

"Mike, would you like to come back to our bedroom? I think we're ready to move on with our lives now."

I looked at her sadly.

"I don't think I can. Our bed was always that special place just for the two us. That place where we shared love. You used that bed with Malcolm and I can't face the idea of sleeping in it ever again."

Janice's mouth opened in surprise and dismay. She left her chair and sat beside me.

"I love you sweetheart and I want us to be together," she whispered as she leant forward to kiss me while at the same time cupping my crotch in her hand. Usually my cock would have been rock hard but Janice was to be disappointed. I thought of her sucking on that bastard's cock and effectively killed any feelings of lust I had. I turned my head, avoiding her kiss. She rubbed my cock, trying to make it hard.

"Don't bother," I told her bitterly. "I haven't had an erection since the first time you fucked Malcolm." This of course was a lie but she didn't know that.

"Why not?"

"Well listening to your wife night after night having a good time with another guy doesn't do much for my self-belief. Makes me feel pretty inadequate to be frank."

"Well you started it, I was making you see how I felt."

In spite of the fury which filled me, I looked at her dejectedly.

"Somehow, and I don't know exactly how, I ended up inside Chloe for less than five minutes. In return you slept with Malcolm for 27 nights. Let's say twice a night, that's 54 fucks in return. Is that fair? Using your definition of retribution that's like shooting a baby with a shotgun because it wet it's nappy. You can be pleased with the fact that you've killed any sexual feelings I had."

Janice had no comeback.

"Could I at least have a kiss?" she finally begged.

"You want me to kiss the mouth that sucked his cock and swallowed his cum?" I asked as I stood up. "No thank you. For all I know you could have an STD."

I went to my study and turned before I shut the door. 

"As far as I can see, sexual contact with you is now an impossibility."

I poured a large scotch, laid back on my recliner and grinned. This was working perfectly.

A couple of weeks after Malcolm had left I put the next of my plans into action. Apart from Peter and Harry the only other person who knew what was happening was my secretary Jean. Jean was a lovely woman and absolutely loyal. I had known Jean for years and I had helped her out once. Her son had had some trouble with the police and she was worried that things would get worse. I managed to pull some strings and get him an apprenticeship with a company which specialised in installing IT hardware. He was now on the top of his game and doing well. I had refused to accept any reward from Jean and she had never forgotten

She blanched when she heard about my troubles but she grinned when she heard what I planned to do. I had carefully nurtured my descent in alcohol at work. Each day I would turn up at work sober but stinking of booze.

"Anything I can do to help, you've got it," she replied firmly.

That morning I turned up to work late, scruffily dressed and stinking of booze. I staggered through the open plan offices into my office. I logged into the system and backed up my current work. I then "accidentally" erased an entire directory of files. Within moments one of my staff members rushed into my office jabbering that some key work had been lost. Naturally Peter soon "heard" about it and stormed into my office. There then followed a noisy and very angry scene which led to me being sacked and two large security guards escorting me from the premises.

"Fuck you all -- I don't need your crappy job," I shouted for the benefit of the passersby and CCTV cameras before kicking Peter's car and falling over in a drunken heap. No one could have any doubt that I had been fired big time.

Peter and I had got together a week before to plan my grand exit. It was crucial for the future of the company that my own problems didn't screw up business. Peter retained a couple of luxury flats which were used to accommodate important business visitors. One of the flats was fitted up with all the necessary computer and other gear I needed to continue my work. This would be my place of work for the time being. I could leave every morning on the pretext of going to work but going to the flat instead of the office.

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One evening I was sat in the pub pondering life and the universe.

"May I join you?" Chloe's voice tugged me from my reverie.

"Please do," I replied with a smile.

"I heard that this was your regular watering hole. I need to explain what happened at the party," she told me.

I nodded. "Ok."

"Do you know that Janice set us both up at the party?" she began.

"I nodded again."

"She had told me that she had some "woman's problems" and that you two hadn't had sex for six months. She was feeling bad about it and she asked me if I would help relieve your frustrations."

"I've had a thing about you for years, Mike. The idea of going to bed with you was more than I could resist."

"Well my dear wife is certainly is creative," I replied.

"You have to believe me, Mike, she fooled me completely."

I patted her hand reassuringly.

"I know," I replied. "I overheard your argument with Janice at home. It looks like we've both been used."

Chloe gaped with surprise. "You knew but you've let things continue?"

"I'm no cuckold," I replied with a smile. "The first time she fucked that bastard killed our marriage. Every repeat session simply added to my fund of evidence. My revenge will be more painful than hers and will last far longer. She may have screwed with my mind but I'm fucking hers big time."

I took a drink and paused.

"I take it you're no longer friends," I asked.

"No, I hate her for using me."

"Would you be prepared to help me?"

"Yes I would," Chloe replied without hesitation.

"Could we meet up tomorrow to discuss what's to be done?"

Chloe nodded and I gave her the address of my flat.

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We met up at the flat the following lunch time. I cooked pasta and I explained my plans while we ate.

"Why don't you just divorce Janice? It would be much simpler," Chloe asked. "Because I'm fucking angry," I snapped back. "Angrier than I have ever felt before."

I took a deep swallow of wine.

"First there's the disrespect. She didn't respect my feelings when she set me up. She never stood up for me when that cunt dissed me."

"Then there's the sex. She once told you that it was sex not love. That is bullshit. She offered that cunt her body. She didn't use protection and allowed him the most intimate of access -- something that only her husband should have. I want to fuck her over, big time."

"I would like you to resume being Janice's friend for a while." I explained to Chloe. "Part of my payback is all about betrayal. Do you think you can make things up with her?"

Chloe nodded in agreement. "That won't be a problem."

"I want you to become her indispensible friend. Someone to listen to all her problems and plans. Her confident."

"Would you also be prepared to give a full statement of how Janice set me up?"

Again Chloe nodded.

I sipped my wine and a simple thought entered my mind. I had been so tied up in the drama that my marriage had become that I hadn't had sex or even a wank since Chloe's party. Suddenly Chloe seemed to be the perfect receptacle for the gallon of unspent sperm in my balls.

"So tell me, Chloe, how do you feel about everything that has happened to me since your party?"

"Well I'm very sorry about it all," Chloe replied, just as I hoped.

"So how sorry are you?" I asked.

Chloe'e eyes brimmed with tears. I wouldn't hurt you for the world.

"Do you think its time you made things up to me?" I asked innocently.

"How can I?"

"Well I suggest you show me those tits of yours to start with?"

"Chloe looked at me wide eyed."

"Get that blouse and bra off woman!" I snapped..

"Yes sir," Chloe whispered contritely.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lacy but somewhat utilitarian bra. She seemed uneasy under my scrutiny and her hands covered her naked tits.

"Show them to me," I demanded. Slowly she complied. I realised that Chloe wasn't role playing. Although we had fucked she was genuinely embarrassed at my close scrutiny of her body.

Chloe's tits were big but were surprisingly tight. Her nipples wide and beautifully pink.

"Ok, get those jeans off but leave your knickers on."

Chloe hesitated just a moment before she peeled of her jeans to reveal a pair of plain cotton panties. Her body was plump but nicely erotic and my cock swelled nicely in response.

"On your knees, woman and open my fly."

Chloe obeyed. My cock sprang out as she opened my pants and pulled them down.

"Suck it."

I immediately realised that Chloe was new to sucking cock. She tentatively took the head into her mouth but really had no idea what to do. Patiently I explained what to do and after a while she was working the first couple of inches like a pro.

I grasped her head and began to fuck her mouth deeper. Chloe gagged and pulled back, her hands pushing me away. I felt the months of anger flood my mind.

"Stop woman," I snarled. "put your hands behind your back."

Chloe looked up at me, her eyes watering.

"You will take all my cock, understand?"

She nodded contritely.

I eased my cock into her mouth and began fucking her mouth slowly. Over the next ten minutes or so I worked my cock in deeper. If she gagged I stopped for a moment before restarting. Finally her face was pressed against my belly with my cock buried down her throat. The feeling was too much for me and all those weeks of frustration burst forth. Chloe had no choice but to gulp frantically while my gism flooded her throat.

Chloe slumped back sobbing and gagging.

"Mike, do you hate me so much?"

I allowed my face to soften.

"I don't hate you at all, in fact quite the opposite," I told her. "I needed to lose the anger I felt before we make love."

"What do you mean, the opposite?"

"Well, Chloe, I've always had a thing about you but I allowed my feelings for Janice to rule my emotions. After what she's done, I realise what I feel for you. Would you like to join me in my bed for an afternoon of hard loving?"

Chloe stood, grabbed me by the balls and smiled.

"Lead on."

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"You know you're only the second man to make love to me?" Chloe said with a small smile. She lay with a "well fucked" look on her face, her body glazed with sweat.

"Yeah of course," I snorted sceptically.

"It's true. There was a guy in my first year at university. We went out on a date and ended up in bed. The next day he said he would call me but he never did. Do you know how much of a blow to my confidence that was? To a fatty like me that was a slap in my face -- he was saying "thanks fatty, you're only good for a quick fuck."

"You're no fatty," I retorted. "A little plump maybe but nothing unacceptable."

Chloe gave a small smile and began to rub my cock."

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Sex with Chloe was a revelation. When it came to straight sex Janice was far more athletic and was by no doubt the best "fuck" of the two. Where Chloe scored big time was that she was relatively inexperienced when it came to sex but she was leagues ahead when it came to experimenting. Janice hated giving oral, her butt-hole was out of bounds and she hated getting spunk over her.

Chloe loved giving me a tit fuck with her superb E cup tits and always squealed with delight when I gave her a pearl necklace, she took to anal like a fish to water and once fully lubed and relaxed she always came like a train. In spite of the trauma of learning to deep throat, she almost always asked me to "fuck her throat".

"Your spunk takes like crap," she told me, " but I don't get to taste if you squirt it straight down my throat."

One day she scared me big time when she pulled a strap-on out of her bag. Now I've never had a hankering for taking it up the "Hershey Bar" way but Chloe turned on the charm.

"Come on big boy, be adventurous," she said. "I take you in my tradesman's entrance, surely you can do the same."

"Look doll, that strap-on is way bigger than my todger," I replied.

"Don't be a girlie," Chloe snorted derisively.

I have to admit I was pretty worried when I kneeled in the well known doggie position. I felt Chloe pull my cheeks apart and then I felt warm breath on my crack and something wet and warm on my butt hole. Damn! Chloe was lubing me up with her tongue. Rimming was always something I had wondered about but I could never imagine a woman who would be prepared to lick my stink-hole. My cock stiffened to the max as she licked and probed.

The entry of the strap-on was uncomfortable rather than painful and any discomfort vanished when it rubbed against my prostrate. Having my ass reamed was a surprisingly pleasant event and I blew my load within a minute. To my surprise, Chloe came soon after.

Afterwards I realised a simple truth. When I fucked Chloe's throat I had total control of her body to use as I wished. When Chloe ass-fucked me she had control.

We continued to meet every day to discuss what was happening with Janice and to enjoy each other. We were extremely careful to ensure that neither of us were observed going to the flat or together -- it was crucial that our liaisons remained secret.

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One morning a week or so later the phone in the flat rang. It was Peter.

"I've just had Janice on the phone, the game is on."

There was a click as he switched on his phone recorder.

"Hello Peter, its Janice. I tried to call Mike but the receptionist said he doesn't work for you any more, is that true?"

"Yes, I had to let him go."

"Why, what did he do?"

"Is everything OK between you and Mike?" Peter asked.

"Yes fine, why?"

"We all know what Mike is like. He's the kindest, steadiest man you could know. We all get on well with him. He's just a plain, decent bloke. Well that's the Mike we knew but for the last month or so he's been a changed man. Uncommunicative, depressed, unreliable and he's been drinking a lot. His confidence seems to have gone down the drain. Something has been screwing him up, do you know what it might be?"

"Er... no, everything has been fine," Janice replied, her voice uncertain. Maybe she was at last beginning to understand.

"Well something has fucked him up big time. I found him slumped in his office, crying, at least three times. I'm sorry but he screwed up big time on a job and I had to sack him. Please tell him that if he can get off the booze and clean his act up I'll be delighted to have him back."

"Er... Oh... thank you," Janice seemed stunned as she rang off.

"Mike, are you there?" Peter asked after he switched off the recorder.

I was grinning as I replied. "Thanks mate, that's got things started nicely."

"There was a second call, Mike. Janice also called Jean."

Again I heard the recorder switch on.

"Jean, it's Janice."

"Hello Janice, how are you?"

"Fine. I understand that Mike has been sacked."

"Yes, I'm so sorry, is he feeling better?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well he's been in such a mess, the poor man. Crying all the time, always depressed, he's lost his confidence. It's such a shame. And he's drinking so much. Do you know what's wrong?"

"No, I don't. He seems fine."

"There is definitely something wrong," Jean disagreed. "Something is tearing Mike apart and I'm scared something horrible is going to happen unless something is done."

I went home that evening rather than go straight to the pub -- I wanted to gauge Janice's reaction to my sacking.

Janice was in the kitchen cooking something for herself. She had long given up thrying to predict when I would be home.

"Hi sweetheart, how was work?" she asked.

"Not bad," I replied in a depressed monotone.

"You've been sacked, haven't you," she replied.

I shrugged. "Yes, it makes no odds to me."

"What are we going to do for money?"

"I'll find something," I replied listlessly.

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I already explained earlier that we just about managed to break even at the end of the month while living on my salary alone. Well things changed after I was "sacked". We soon drifted into the red and the bank began to ask difficult questions. We had enjoyed a massive holiday six months before and our savings account was seriously depleted. This wasn't a serious problem under normal circumstances since I saved a great deal each month. Without a regular income, however, we soon were basically broke. The bank began to get heavy over the arrears of our mortgage.

An unexpected bonus came when Janice informed me that her credit card company were getting heavy. It transpired that my stupid wife considered her credit card to be loan. She had maxed it out at £11,000. She was beginning to feel the squeeze big time!

This cued the next part of my plan -- the loss of important possessions.

My Bentley was a major asset and I needed to 'part' with it for a while.

Peter shared my love of classic cars and provided the solution to my little problem.

"Peter, I need to lose possession of my Bentley until after my divorce," I explained. "It needs to be entirely above board though. I don't want any signs of fraud."




Mind Games



"Listen, why don't I buy it off you for a while?" he suggested. "It will be a bona fide sale and I'll sell the car back to you once the dust has settled."

"OK but not for too much," I replied. "Ten grand should be about right."

The next day I drove the car to Peter's house. He gave me a check for £10,000, I signed and handed over the ownership document and I got a taxi home. Job done.

"Mike where's your car," Janice asked me a couple of days later.

"I sold it," I replied dully.

"Why? You love that car."

"It may have escaped your attention," I replied caustically, "that bills are mounting up. Bills need money."

"What did you get for it?" she asked, unable to resist the question.

"Ten thousand."

"But you said it's worth over £75,000, " she gasped.

"It is, at a specialist auction to the right buyer. The simple fact is that selling it at a specialist auction takes time we don't have. With the overdraft and the arrears on the mortgage we need something to keep the wolves at bay."

I went into my study, leaving Janice to contemplate the "sacrifice" I had been forced to make.

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It was the time for the Golf Club annual ball. The club was owned by Clive Henshaw, a local multi-millionaire with delusions of grandeur and aspirations above his station. Clive was a London barrow-boy who made a pile of cash. He moved to Ely with the idea of splashing his cash and making an impact on the upper class of the county. Janice had insisted we join the club even though I didn't play golf.

"It will do us no harm to mix with the right people," she told me. Shit, what a fucking snob I had married.

I lost track of the number of evenings I had spent listening to Clive brag about his cash and his pneumatically enhanced wife, Trudie.

Trudie was a Barbie doll personified. Mid twenties, blonde, great ass and tits created by the finest Harley Street plastic surgeon.

Janice spent ages and a fortune obtaining just the right dress for the event and spent the day getting her hair done and getting a full facial. All the important people would be there and there was sure to be a big article in County Life. I dusted down my tuxedo and with a sigh we set off for the event.

I spent the first couple of hours at the bar working up my drunken persona. Tonight would be a night to remember.

"Will you stop drinking and say hello to Clive and Trudie?" Janice asked as she pulled me from the bar.

Clive was in his best obnoxious form and I spent 10 minutes listening to him brag about his latest business venture. Trudie stood beside him, her huge tits overflowing from her tight dress.

"Clive, do you realise what a boring fuck you are?" I asked him. His jaw hung open. "I'm seriously pissed off with listening to your constant bullshit. I mean, what are you, just a fucking jumped up barrow-boy. And look at your fucking wife. Why do we have to be shown her fucking tits every time we meet her. Can't she afford decent clothes? I have to say, those tits are big but I really think you should sue the surgeon. He really made a bollocks of them."

The area around us had gone silent. Janice looked on in horror. Nobody, I mean nobody, spoke to Clive that way.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving before your wife's perfume makes me puke."

Needless to say, I got thrown out of the golf club. More painfully, Janice lost a lot of her so called friends. She suddenly became a pariah amongst the county set. Oh shucks, what a shame.

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A week later Janice complained of feeling unwell. She felt tired and was puking in the mornings.

"Sounds like you're pregnant," I told her.

Three hours and one pregnancy test later we knew the answer. Janice smiled at me.

"Darling, I'm pregnant, isn't that wonderful."

I paused and looked at her sourly.

"Congratulations, I'm sure you must be pleased," I replied coldly. "As will the father."

"Don't be unkind," Janice pouted. "It'll be lovely for us to have a baby. Its just what we need to bring us together as a family."

"Us? This is nothing to do with me. If you remember, Janice, I can't father children. This only concerns you and Malcolm or whoever else you've been fucking."

I walked to my study. "I have no intention of raising some other guy's bastard. Just leave me out of this, Janice."

I heard her begin to sob as I closed the door."

I hadn't decided when I was going to bring the charade that was my marriage to a conclusion but Janice being pregnant made the decision for me. There was no way I was going to watch her become progressively bloated, it was time to dump the bitch.

The next day I showered, shaved and changed into clean clothes. The drunken slob was consigned to the dustbin. Janice was in the kitchen washing up when I walked in. She looked up in surprise. Her face brightened as she saw that I had cleaned up.

"Sit down," I told her, "I need to talk to you."

She down obediently.

"I'm going to tell you a story about a marriage," I began. "I want you to keep quiet until I've finished."

"Once upon a time there was a man who loved his wife more than life itself. When they were first married they had nothing but over the years they worked hard and slowly acquired the important things of life, a beautiful house, cars, a great lifestyle and status in the community. The couple couldn't have children but they coped with that disappointment. Everything seemed fine until one day the husband had too much to drink at a party and ended up in a compromising position with another woman. The wife caught them and although no actual sex occurred, she accused her husband of adultery and chose to get revenge by sleeping with her ex-boyfriend. Although the husband was innocent there was nothing he could do. He loved his wife and desperately wanted to stay with her. The first time she fucked her ex-boyfriend the husband felt a pain he had never experienced before. It was his heart being torn from him."

I paused, noticing a tear trickle down Janice's cheek.

"The wife insisted on sleeping with the ex-boyfriend for a month. With each time, the husband died a little more inside and he resorted to alcohol to numb the pain. After the ex-boyfriend left, the wife wanted to resume her marriage. It was not to be, the husband was so damaged that he couldn't touch his wife without wanting to vomit. He drank more and more and lost his job. With no income their savings shrank and soon they were seriously in debt. Finally one day the wife announced that she was pregnant from her lover. She had so little regard for her husband that she had chosen not to use birth control. At that point the husband's love turn to the most bitter hatred. He wanted to kill his wife but realising the consequences decided to divorce her. After consulting a solicitor he confronted his wife."

Janice's face had paled, suddenly she looked frightened.

"That, Janice, is the point we have reached," I told her as I handed her a large envelope. "Here are the divorce papers. I will soon be rid of your selfish, disgusting body."

Janice's face hardened and her lips tightened. 

"I'll fight this," she hissed. "You have no hard evidence that I was unfaithful but I have Chloe to testify that you fucked her first. I'll take you to the cleaners."

Unlike criminal law there was no need to disclose the evidence I had to the "other side". I knew that Chloe would support my cause and that with the other evidence would screw Janice royally. I wasn't going to tell her that though.

"That is your prerogative," I replied coldly as I turned to leave the room.

I knew that Janice would immediately ring Chloe to square their story. I equally knew that the conversation would be recorded by my surveillance system. I smiled to myself as I left the house.

I was delighted when I reviewed the telephone conversation later -- it was far better than I expected.

"The bastard is divorcing me," Janice began.

"Oh dear," Chloe replied neutrally.

"I need you to testify that you fucked him," Janice added.

"Just a moment, you wanted me to do it, Janice."

"I know but you can't say that in court. Just say that you went up to the bedroom and had sex and that I caught you there."

"No way," Chloe protested. "That'll make me look like a marriage breaking slut. I'm not having that said in court."

"Ok, why not say that he got you drunk without you realising and he fucked you."

"Say that I was raped? That would be a lie, I would be guilty of perjury."

"Who's to know? It would be our word against his. Will you do it?"

"I'll have to think about it," Chloe replied.

A week later I received counter papers from Janice's solicitors -- the stupid woman was determined to fight for what should could get from our divorce. Overall, this was a seriously stupid move. It meant that there would be a hearing in front of a judge with all the evidence heard by anyone choosing to attend.

I lay in bed with Chloe later that day, recovering from a serious fuck session.

"I really did marry a seriously stupid woman," I told Chloe. "Not only did she think she could get away with fucking Malcolm for a month, she now thinks that she can win the hearing. So sad and delusional."

"I've been thinking about that," Chloe replied with a grin.

"While I may be reluctant to perjure myself on Janice's behalf, I see no reason why I shouldn't lie for you."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well how about I say that you were too drunk to have sex with me and that all that happened was a drunken fumble. That's going to make Janice's revenge seem even more extreme."

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I had accumulated a large quantity footage which needed collating for the divorce hearing. Much of the stuff was repetitive comprising of the two of them performing almost every sex act imaginable. Then came a nugget of gold.

They were sat in bed relaxing after a shag when Janice asked Malcolm what his plans were.

"Well, to honest, I've landed on my feet big time. After five years of defending young thugs who are accused of knifing some other thug, I have my big chance. I've been offered a partnership with one of the biggest law firms in Boston."

"Wow!" Janice hissed, clearly impressed.

"Its run by a guy called Hamish McKay, a straight laced, Scots Presbyterian."

Malcolm mimicked an extreme Scottish accent and sniggered.

"He's totally god fearing, devoid of humour and a boring old fuck but he's got power. The bonus is that I'm marrying his daughter."

Janice looked at him in shock.

"We've been engaged for six months and we're marrying next year. She's pretty enough but hasn't got a clue about sex. She'll probably faint the first time I fuck her."

"Why marry her if she doesn't turn you on?" Janice asked.

"Power and influence. She's my route to the top. Don't worry about my sex life, I won't go short. There's plenty of women out there who'll do anything for a big cock," he sneered looking at Janice. His point wasn't missed.

"So you think I'm like all those other women?" she asked, outraged. "Haven't you found our time together special?"

"It was OK," Malcolm sneered dismissively, "but not that special. It was really just for old times sake. What was nice was putting one over on Mike."

"I thought he was your friend?"

"At school, sure, but now he's just a pompous old twat. Don't you think?"

"No I don't," Janice snapped back. "I love him dearly."

Malcolm laughed derisively. "Yeah, so much that you fuck someone else for a month. What was really classic is the way he put up with it in the hope that it will save his marriage. With revenge like yours, I wouldn't want you as an enemy."

Malcolm got out of bed and got dressed.

"Well Janice my dear, thanks for the sex. It was nice but I don't think we'll see each other again."

Janice slumped on the bed, sobbing. She finally realised how stupid she had been. 

I found the conversation hilarious. Not only was my payback going to be sweet, I had Malcolm firmly by the balls.

The following day I rang Boston. After the usual questions from his secretary I was put through to the man himself.

"May I speak to Mr McKay?" I asked.

"Hamish McKay speaking," came a dry baritone Scots accent.

I introduced myself and explained that I understood that Malcolm worked for his company.

"Yes he does," came a dry response.

"I've known Malcolm since we were both at junior school and I have some important information to bring to your attention."

"Indeed? And what might that be?"

"It's not information which I can safely pass over the telephone. I propose flying over to Boston tomorrow and would ask if I can meet with you the day after."

Mr McKay agreed and a day later I found myself in a five star hotel in Boston.

The McKay empire was based in a huge period building which reflected the moral mores of the McKay family. I was ushered into a large wood lined board room on the top floor. With the huge antique polished table and oil paintings of McKay family members on the walls, I felt as though I had been transported back 100 years.

Hamish McKay came into the room with a pretty young woman and a young man. I introduced myself and gave him my card.

"Good morning to you," he greeted me. "This my daughter Morag and my son Duncan."

Hamish McKay was a short, compact man, with greying ginger hair and wearing a tweed suit. He gave the impression of being a tenacious, no nonsense man.

"My son and daughter are my deputy CEOs."

"This is a very difficult for me to discuss and I must warn you that some of the information I have is both repugnant and disrespectful," I began.

"There is no need to mince your words," Mr McKay replied.

"As I explained on the phone, I have known Malcolm for many years and we were friends for most of them. I am currently in the process of divorcing my wife and in support of this I have accumulated a significant amount of evidence. Some of this affects yourselves. I apologise in advance for not contacting you sooner but the evidence I have to show you only came to light last week."

I put the DVD of Malcolm and Janice's last conversation into the multimedia system.

Mr McKay and his son watched the clip stone faced. Morag wept quietly.

Mr McKay reached for the intercom at the end of the clip.

"Please ask Mr James to come to the boardroom. Also asked Cedric and Henry to join us."

Malcolm's jaw dropped as he saw me in the boardroom. Cedric and Henry proved to be two very large security guards.

"I would like to bring something to your attention," Mr McKay told him, and the clip was played again.

Malcolm's face flushed with anger as he watched.

"I want you to say nothing," Mr McKay told him at the end. "There are no possible excuses or explanations. Putting on one side your insults of myself and my daughter, we have a strict moral code which is written into your contract. If I can remind you, all employees are prohibited from partaking in any activity which is liable to bring this company into disrepute. You have breached that code and are forthwith dismissed. Don't even consider trying to appeal or challenge my decision -- I drew the contract up myself and I know it is unassailable. I also intend pass this information on the Law Society. Accept my word for it, you will soon no longer be in a position to practice law in the US.

Without a word, Morag removed her engagement ring and threw it onto table.

Malcolm began to protest angrily only to be grasped firmly on each arm by the security men.

"Come along quietly now sir," one told him in a firm voice. "No need for any silliness."

Naturally Malcolm subsequently tried to get work as a lawyer. He was successful in getting work a few times but each time but he didn't count on me. I hired a private detective and instructed him to keep tabs on Malcolm. Each time he found a job, his employers received a dossier from an anonymous well wisher. The dossier, which included a copy of the DVD and other nasty evidence, invariably ensured that Malcolm was immediately fired. I stopped pursuing him once I heard that he was unemployable and living on the streets.

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The court hearing went badly, for Janice.

I had taken care to ensure that the press were aware of the hearing and at least three local newspapers were represented in court. Janice would get maximum publicity -- which would not go down well with the various committees she attended or the Department of Constitutional Affairs who appointed magistrates. Janice's reputation was about to turn to crap.

My solicitor had set the scene, outlining how Janice had set me up and then cuckolded me for a month. She explained the toll it had taken on me mentally, my depression, drinking and dismissal from my work. The financial ruin we consequently faced. It was laid on thickly with a trowel.

My video clips of Janice fucking Malcolm had proven her infidelity. I smiled as Janice's face blanched with shock as she saw herself fucking.

I carefully explained in the witness box that I had drunk a great deal at the party and in a moment of stupidity I had gone to Chloe's bedroom. I acknowledged that I had been stupid and had acted incorrectly.

Janice's solicitor, an extremely aggressive woman with a reputation for defending "wronged women" rebutted my story claiming that I had plied Chloe with booze and that had fucked her when she was incapable of resisting. She claimed Janice had caught us just as I had reached the vinegar stroke. I replied that her allegations were quite incorrect and that sex had not taken place.

Chloe proved to be the key card. While all my solicitor had said might have been supposition, Chloe explained the way I had been set up.

"Janice called me one day and invited me over for coffee," she explained. "She told me that she had been having medical problems which precluded her have sex with her husband. She asked me if I would have sex with him to relieve his frustration. Like a fool I agreed. I had no idea she had other motives."

Chloe bowed her head in shame -- a nice touch. Then came a bolt from the blue.

"I recorded a conversation with Janice afterwards which might help," she added.

She passed a tape cassette to my solicitor. I had to say I was impressed with the quality of the recording, I also have to say the court wasn't impressed with the subject matter.

"You know I'm still pretty sore about the way you behaved when you came into the bedroom," Chloe began. "We had agreed that you were happy that I have sex with Michael and then you shouted at me that way."

"I know and I'm sorry Chloe. What can I say, I needed a little deception otherwise you wouldn't have gone along with my plan."

The judge looked annoyed as the tape machine was switched off. I could see that Janice's own admission of her deceit was priceless.

"I knew Michael would never willingly go to bed with another woman so I plied him with drink," Chloe continued. " Unfortunately I over-did it and he was incapable of sex by the time I got him to the bedroom. When Janice broke in the room Michael was on the bed minus his trousers and pants. I was sat on the bed beside him. He had been totally incapable of getting an erection and apart from kissing him and me touching his penis, nothing happened."

Janice sat stony faced. While she knew full well Chloe had lied, there was nothing she could do to disprove her.

Janice's solicitor went onto the attack when she questioned Chloe.

"You will of course agree that full penetrative sex did, as my client has stated, did take place."

"I have already stated that Janice's husband had too much to drink to be capable of sex. I admit I did my utmost to have sex with him but he was quite incapable of penetrative sex."

That pretty well screwed up Janice's main allegation. Chloe was backing my side of things to the hilt.




Mind Games



Janice's solicitor wasn't done, however and tried another tack to discredit Chloe.

"It's very interesting that your recorded conversation with my client, why would you want to do that? That's hardly the behaviour of a friend."

"It's really quite simple," Chloe replied with a smile. "Janice had deliberately deceived and used me. I don't like being used and I decided to even the score. I knew that divorce proceedings could be the result of what Janice had done and there was no way I was going to be portrayed as the villain of the piece. I decided, therefore, to pretend to continue to be Janice's friend so I could gather evidence of what really happened. It was a simple case of self defence. I would also add that Janice asked me to lie on her behalf at this hearing."

The judge looked up in surprise at this comment.

"That is a very serious allegation young lady," I hope you can prove it.

My recording of the conversation between Janice and Chloe had been kept in reserve. I nodded towards my solicitor.

"We have a recording of the conversation, your honour," my solicitor told the judge. "Although not strictly admissible the court may wish to hear the recording."

Of course the judge insisted on hearing the conversation. 

That was pretty well the last exchange of the proceedings. Chloe's corroboration of my story, the evidence of Janice plotting to set me up and her attempts to get Chloe to lie on her behalf, all sealed Janice's fate.

The judge's decision was simple and to the point.

"The simple facts of this matter are that the wife conspired to deceive her husband for her own purposes. Whether or not the husband engaged in sexual intercourse with the other woman is irrelevant, the essence of the matter is that the wife set out to create the circumstances which would allowed her to have sexual relations with her ex-boyfriend. I have no doubt that it was purely the actions of the wife which have led to the breakdown of a perfectly stable marriage."

"I have noted the wife's attempts to pervert the proceedings of this hearing by seeking to have a witness perjure herself. I have decided not to take action in this particular case however the wife should be fully aware how close she came to receiving a custodial sentence."

I was granted a divorce on the grounds of my wife's adultery. There wasn't a great deal of money left, I had taken care to move as much as possible to my offshore account. The house was sold leaving about £50000 after all bills and debts were cleared. Janice got half. Of course Janice's reputation was destroyed. The reporters all produced stories explaining how this upstanding member of the society was in fact a lying, adulterous woman.

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Outside the court Janice was distraught.

"What am I going to do?" she asked me, tears running down her face.

"To be honest, I don't give a flying fuck what you do," I replied, no longer trying to hide my contempt. "As long as I never see you again, I'm really not bothered."

"I thought Chloe was my friend, why did she say what she did?"

"Because it was the truth," Chloe snapped. "You are one conniving bitch who used me and Mike for your own ends. I despise you and to be honest you make me sick."

I hugged Chloe tightly and we kissed. "Shall we go?" I asked with a smile. "I'm finished here and really could use some quality loving."

"You don't mean..." Janice gasped as the ultimate betrayal tore through her.

As we left I heard the sound of Janice moaning and then falling to the ground in a dead faint.

We didn't turn back.



Mind Games



Ray Doyle, my tutor at Drama College, can be such a hypocrite. He makes these big speeches about how we are all there to share ideas and we all have valid viewpoints to offer but let anyone put forward a view different from his own and he uses every dirty trick in the book to shut them up. The other day we were discussing hypnotism, after all stage hypnotists are a sort of drama, and he was talking utter rot about what power a true hypnotist has.

I have read up on the subject and I know that no-one can hypnotise anyone into doing something which they really don't want to do. I didn't mind Ray arguing with me but he was so patronising as if he were talking to a little girl who was trying to talk about grown up matters. In the end I put forward a really thorough and well reasoned argument and he just smiled his really patronising smile, as if he were about to pat me on the head, then he used his lowest trick yet.

"Tonight you will have the best orgasm you have ever had."

I couldn't believe it. I wasn't going to have my orgasms discussed in a tutorial group of three other girls and three boys so I gave up on the debate. Everyone laughed and Ray had won again. Well, after the tutorial ended I put it out of my mind but when I was sitting on the bus going home I had cause to remember Ray's words.

There was this guy strap hanging just beside my seat and he did look really cool but that should not have accounted for the definite pressure which I felt building up underneath me. I was actually imagining this guy feeling me up right there in front of the whole bus and it was making me wet. Of course we get these feelings from time to time but this was becoming quite hard to manage and I had to cross my legs and try to press my thighs together in an effort to control myself. I came so close to giving a whole new meaning to the phrase, "I came on the bus."

What Ray had said did come into my mind but I knew it was not hypnotism. It was just psychology. Ray had planted the idea and my treacherous imagination had picked it up. I had to work quite hard at not wriggling about in my seat or gasping aloud and it was a great relief to reach my stop and get out into the cool air but I was still very hot and bothered.

I walked very fast the short distance to the flat and as soon as I had shut the door behind me I let out a gasp, kicked off my shoes and ran for the bedroom with one hand pressing between my legs. I flopped onto the bed on my back, hurriedly unzipped my jeans and pushed down jeans and knickers so that I could more easily reach the centre of the deep tingling sensations which were spreading up towards my belly.

My buttocks came up off the bed as my back arched and I was moaning quite loudly. By now my nipples were swollen and I stripped off my sweatshirt then pushed my bra upwards so that I could get one hand to my breasts while the other pushed into my slit. Of course such intense sensations always trigger my dirtiest fantasies and I saw myself kidnapped by white slavers and held in the hold of their ship. In my fevered mind I was stretched backwards over a wooden crate in the hold with my limbs spread and bound as sailors surrounded me calling me filthy names and taking turns to abuse my defenceless body in every conceivable way.

By this time I no longer even cared if the neighbours could hear my shouts of pleasure and frustration as the shocks generated by my own body refused to ease. I was howling like a bitch on heat and the thought of perhaps meeting a neighbour as I left the flat in the morning, and seeing his face as I realised that he knew exactly what I had been doing, only heightened my repeated orgasms.

In my intense fantasy I was bound helplessly over the crate and the hands at my pussy and breasts were the rough hands of the sailors but in reality it was my own fingers which were clawing at my flesh and my own hands which were now soaked in pungent girl juice.

I tore at my bra so that it came off completely and I threw it towards a corner of the room. All my clothing except my socks had now been dispatched in different directions and I wanted my bare feet to be free of the muffling effect of my socks so I tore my socks off and hurled them in opposite directions. There is something extremely erotic about a totally naked young woman with her clothing thrown about her in frenzied disorder especially when she is normally very tidy as I am. I was shouting at my mythical abusers as I pleaded for relief and yet relief was the last thing that I wanted. I was on such an incredible high that I never ever wanted to come down even though my heart was pounding and my lungs were desperately sucking in air in between my almost incoherent shouts.

"No...Oh..Please let me go..No pleeeese please oh aagh, No No."

In my undies drawer beside the bed on which I was writhing was a vibrator but I could not spare the time to reach for it. I had to keep my hand frigging in and out of my, now very elastic, slit. I had to actually feel the soft flesh soaked in lubricant. Few people know that the vibrator was actually invented by Victorian doctors who believed that a whole range of feminine illnesses were caused by sexual frustration which had to be released. Of course the devices were not battery-powered; they needed someone to turn the handle. As my thoughts strayed to my vibrator I reflected that respectable Victorian gentlemen would be downstairs in the smoking room while their wives would be naked on the marital bed upstairs with their legs splayed for the family physician to work at their vagina to bring them up to the noisy ecstasy which now gripped me.

My hair was all over the place and stuck to my face by my own perspiration and my body was soaking in sweat so that the room stank of something between a brothel and a gym changing room. Almost every fantasy which I had ever had, and a few which had suddenly erupted from nowhere, paraded across my mind.

I was back in Sixth Form with my dishy History teacher taking me on the classroom floor. I was in a biology class in a boy's school with eighteen year old boys studying and pawing my nude body and making ribald remarks about every part of me. I was tearing my clothes off in the supermarket and I was being brutally strip searched by huge foreign customs officials.

I looked up into a sea of faces and in the centre of them was Ray Doyle looking at his most smug. For a moment I was sure that this was yet another dark fantasy with which my own imagination was torturing me but then I felt the hard floor under my back and I felt so cold as the sweat covering my naked body leached heat from me. Surely no fantasy could be this accurate. 

At last I had stopped shouting and my body was no longer bucking about although I was still panting hard. The faces were still looking down at me and I recognised every member of my tutorial group. I looked down at myself and saw that my nudity was no fantasy. I really was stretched out on the floor at their feet as they sat there with their mouths open in disbelief.

The endorphins had begun to clear from my brain and I had that sensation which one has after a wild night on rum and coke.

"Did I really do what I think I half remember doing?"

When Ray spoke he confirmed that reality had now reasserted itself.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, was Julie's first public nude performance. When you see her on the Hollywood screen remember it began here."

My body was positioned on the floor in such a way that my most personal part, displayed between my widely spread legs, was pointed straight at one of the guys. I sat up and bent forward with my arms across my boobs and my legs together so that I was as decent as a naked girl can be.

Doyle told the assembled company that the tutorial was now over and they filed out with mumbled variations on "Thanks," and "See you next time." I knew that, as soon as they were outside the door they would all have a lot to say to each other and I desperately hoped that they would keep what they had seen between themselves.

As I tried to find my clothes I could not believe how far I had thrown them. They were literally in every corner of the room and I was horrified at the show which I must have put on for the group. While I dressed Doyle just sat there talking. He pointed out that I had been right about one thing in that hypnotism cannot force someone to do something which is totally against their nature. So what did that say about me?

He also said that he took a very dim view of students who shouted at him in a tutorial and there would be a penalty.

"For a start you will not take the bus when you leave here today. You will walk home."

I did not say very much. I just dressed as fast as I could and got out of there but I was thinking to myself that it was not for him to tell me how I would go home from college.

When I came out of my final lecture of the day I was feeling a bit lethargic and could not be bothered to dash to catch the bus so, unsurprisingly, I arrived at the stop just in time to see the bus disappearing down the road. At that time of day buses are fairly frequent so I could have waited for the next one but, somehow, I did not want to hang around. I was still feeling a bit dozy after the lecture so I decided that a bracing walk home would clear my head. This was not hypnotism and it had nothing to do with Doyle. I CHOSE to walk home; I DID, REALLY.

And, as I walked, something odd happened. I began to get that maddening tightness in my pussy. I was thinking of myself stripping and performing in Doyle's study and somehow the crushing embarrassment and shame of it was really affecting me in a way which I could not have predicted. I just could not make the feeling of intense arousal go away and home was still some way off. For a moment I pictured myself falling on my belly on the pavement and relieving the tension there and then. This did nothing to make me feel less aroused.

I was walking fast but I had the terrible feeling that I was not going to make it in time. Damn Ray Doyle. I had to find some privacy. I was walking past some lock up garages and I went down the narrow alleyway beside them; this brought me to the backs of the garages where there was a fence and the railway embankment. The narrow space had obviously been used for a variety of unsavoury pursuits including the dumping of rubbish. There were some cardboard boxes, beer cans, wine bottles and plastic containers for fast food. These containers still held pieces of dried up coleslaw and tomato and a few chips were scattered around among lots of general rubbish.

I sank to my knees and unzipped my jeans, jabbing my fingers inside and yanking my panties to one side so that I could stab two fingers inside my slit. I knelt there among the rubbish moaning with my nipples tingling so much that they positively hurt and I found that one hand had found its way up my sweatshirt and was pushing my bra upwards to gain access to my sensitive points.

I now fell onto my back and wriggled my bum so that my jeans and panties came down to below my knees so that I could spread my knees. I lay there with my head thrown back and looked up at the darkening sky as I tried hard to keep the noise down so that I did not attract anyone into my hiding place. If anyone had come I would have been totally unable to move, run or defend myself as I lay helplessly writhing amongst the rubbish.

Of course I knew how pathetic I would have looked to anyone who did observe me; a girl now covered in rubbish lying on her back with her jeans down and her shirt and bra up around her neck as she rolled around covering herself in even more rubbish. As I told myself how disgusting I was I found that this somehow heightened my unrestrained lust. Everything I had ever done to incur punishment came seeping out of my memory right back to the time, aged ten, when I had given my little sister a "secret" talk about boys and Gemma had gone straight to Mummy to tell her about it. Then there were crushes on girls at school and the haunting picture of Sally Philips as she came out of the shower with her thick pubic hair slaked against her body and dripping wet and her enormous round boobs wobbling and pink from the hot water.

Once again I revisited my memories of Mr Turner and my terrible fantasies about him as he tried to teach History. And since then there had been various not very successful encounters with boys including Gary who tied me up and I hated it when he freed me almost at once. I had wanted real bondage for hours with tight ropes cutting into my soft flesh but he just couldn't wait to get me into bed so that he could cum which took all of two minutes.

There were tears on my cheeks now as I continued to punish myself with my fingers ramming hard into myself and even squeezing my nipples so that they hurt. I was talking aloud although I am a bit unsure to whom I was talking.

"Yes I am a cunt and a filthy whore. I am just three worthless holes for you to use. Use me for your pleasure, hurt me, punish me. I am shit, I am your bitch and your degraded slut. Yes I need your whip and your chains and whatever you want to do to the little animal. Beat me, humiliate me, do anything to me."

Of course, eventually the storms of passion subsided and I just sank back into the mud with bits of grass, and other things, sticking to me. I was breathing deeply and watching my little bare boobs rising and falling. My legs were still splayed and, for a long time, I did not want to close them. I was somehow hot and cold at the same time and, when I moved my head, I found that one of the fast food boxes was stuck to my hair with mayonnaise.

I spoke to myself.

"Come on Julie. We've got to get you indoors."

Very slowly I pulled myself to my feet and rearranged my clothing. Jeans and top were covered in stains of various colours. When I turned to walk back down beside the garages to the road I noticed something which I had been too preoccupied to notice earlier. On the other side of the railway the ground was higher than it was here and a row of terraced houses backed onto the line with a clear view of the spot where I had been lying. Some of the windows had lights showing.

I hurried along the road towards the flat hoping that the dusk would hide my condition. Strangely I found that I was not at all distressed at the thought that surely the law of averages meant that, out of so many houses, it was almost certain that at least one contained someone who had been looking out of the window at the crucial time.

When I arrived into the sanctuary of my flat I peeled off my jeans and sweatshirt and put them into a black bin liner. They were too filthy even to go into the laundry basket. I found that I reeked of stale beer; some of the cans which had been rolling against my quivering body must have had some dregs in them.

I went straight to the shower where I used lots of shampoo and scented gel before turbanning my hair in a towel and wrapping my huge fluffy bath towel around my body and then going to rest upon the bed. I had a vague intention to prepare a meal after resting but I sank into a deep sleep and experienced the most real and detailed dream which I have ever had.

I saw myself condemned to the notorious Hellsgate Women's Prison and I had a clear memory of being handcuffed and shackled in the back of a lorry with five other women and driven through those huge oaken gates which swung shut behind us with a loud bang. The lorry parked in a small yard with grey walls rising high above us and we were made to hobble into the reception area. This was a high arched hall with a bare stone floor and dark green tiles covering the walls. Like every room in Hellsgate the windows were very high up and throwing down narrow shafts of sunlight. 

We six terrified women and girls were surrounded by black uniformed guards all of them holding the standard issue long riding crops and we were unchained and ordered to strip. Talking was forbidden. One girl of just eighteen was too shy to undress and two guards advanced upon her and laid about her with the crops until she was curled up weeping on the cold, hard floor. The rest of us obeyed very quickly and placed our clothing and jewellery into canvas sacks which were sealed with plastic tags.

They made us line up and each of us had a plastic bracelet snapped onto our wrist stamped with the number by which we would be known. The other girls wore white bracelets but mine was red because Professor Doyle had signed an order marking me down for especially harsh treatment. Still in a line we were harried into a narrow metal tunnel which had a pipe running along the middle so that we had to move along the tunnel, one behind the other, with the pipe between our legs. Nozzles around the tunnel and in the pipe shot stinging high pressure yellow delousing powder all over us and then we had to go through the tunnel again so that different nozzles could rinse us in freezing water making us shriek. As a final humiliation we had to sit on a low bench so that a guard could move along behind us and shear our hair. We were then issued with our coarse brown prison smocks, which were all too short, and our regulation grey knickers. Our footwear was elastic sided black gym pumps. No prisoner was allowed a brassiere.

Admission complete, we were handcuffed with hands in front of us and taken to our separate cells. This involved our first view of the dark inner corridors of the Hellsgate. It was a grim place of cold, echoing corridors and metal grilles which had to be unlocked for us to pass through and then clanged shut behind us.

My cell was an unlit six foot square with a slop bucket and a low, narrow wooden slat on which lay a thin smelly mattress and a single blanket. The tiny opaque glass window was right up at the ceiling and the only other light came from the dim orange bulb in the corridor as it glimmered through the barred one foot square window in the black metal door.

And so I began to learn the soul crushing regime of the Hellsgate. Most of the guards were men but the female guards were even crueller than the men. Any guard could impose a punishment at any time. This may involve a lashing with the crop or a more sustained and inventive ordeal. The day began at 5am with the shrill electric bell and we had to be in the exercise yard for Physical Training at 5.15am. The yard was the quadrangle in the centre of the building with rows of small windows all around us and PT was performed totally naked even when there was snow underfoot.

Meals were taken in silence sitting on benches at the long tables in the refectory unless a girl was "In Solitary" which meant that she was in her cell for twenty four hours per day and she would be served a bowl of "Hellsgate Stew" in her cell. This consisted of nameless lumps of meat or vegetables floating in gravy. Sometimes a girl would be kept "In Restraint" which would mean she would be chained for long periods in a variety of positions. The most common position would involve having a heavy iron collar locked around her neck with chains running down to connect to her ankle shackles and her handcuffs which would be in front of her so that the victim was in a sitting position with her knees bent under her chin.

Mostly the day was split between work and interrogation. Work could be in the kitchen or laundry, scrubbing the prison in a small gang supervised by a group of guards or labouring in the "Iron Room" which was another huge hall. Work in the iron room meant scrubbing scrap iron with wire brushes so that all the rust came off to reveal shining metal. This was heavy, dirty work as the pieces of iron had to be moved around in order to be scrubbed and we became coated in rust particles.

Girls in interrogation would be naked and either chained to a chair or suspended from the ceiling with perhaps three guards working at a time. The teams of interrogators rotated so that they were always fresh and a girl could be worked upon for up to thirty hours at a stretch. They barked questions at us about our sexual history and our most intimate fantasies as well as about every tiny detail of our lives from birth to admission into Hellsgate.




Mind Games



After a long session with the interrogators a girl would be dragged back to her cell with her nose and mouth bleeding, her body marked and bruised and feeling as if her brains were oozing out of her ears.

All the guards used us sexually as a matter of routine and if you saw someone being dragged off to be brutalised and violated you were just grateful that it wasn't your turn. A favourite punishment was to force a girl to go naked for a day or a week so that her bare feet were freezing on the stone floor and she felt the lustful eyes of the guards wherever she went. Any guard, on a whim, could order a girl to stand with hands on head so that he could tweak her nipples and push his fingers into her pussy. This could happen to any inmate but the naked girls always came in for more attention. Of course the continuous soundtrack of the place was jingling keys, slamming doors, barked orders and screams of pain.

When I found myself awake I lay stock still on my back waiting for the 5am bell and it took a very long time for me to realise that I was on my bed at home still wrapped in my towel. The other towel had slipped from my head. My whole body ached and when I tried to move I cried out at the pain between my legs. It was totally irrational but I really felt that I had experienced prolonged abuse in the dreaded Hellsgate. I did not go into college that day; I stayed at home naked the whole day wearing the handcuffs from my undies drawer and I ate my meal sitting on the hard kitchen floor. I somehow felt that I needed punishment to purge the sin of my public degradation of the previous day.

And how much of this is due to Doyle's hypnosis of me and how much is just complex psychology I have to leave you to form your own opinion.



Mind Games



He sat their fantasying about his dream girl Rebecca from work his highly attractive boss who would on occasion come to work in her tight skirt and blouse which would lift her double DD breast up that everyone noticed her sexy breasts. Him just alone staring with temptations on his mind imagining what he would do many of his thoughts just exploding in his mind. Just going through the ways he would fuck her brains out, thoughts on Jason's mind would tempt him during his working hours to head to the toilet to masturbate repeatedly over and over again were he would sit for hours just torturing his mind of what he wanted to do to his arousing boss.

One night when James was working late finishing his reports which were due in on the hour all the lights were off, his office all deserted him alone suddenly he heard this loud moan coming from his boss office, he slowly crept to her office and peeked through the door and saw her the hands within her wet pussy just slowly rubbing herself, her face filled with joy and James slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his erected cock out and started slowly masturbating slowly, he moves closer and closer to the door when accidently knocks a file of the cabinet and his boss jumps out of her joyful mood and notices James with his cock out and pants down.

''what the hell do you think you're playing at she says angrily James nervously says in complete stutter I, I, was just really horny and I think your fucking sexy and I think we should fuck since where both just pleasuring ourselves. ''Your right let's do at my place get your shit lets go, James so surprised jumped with joy ran and got his things. 

They finally reached her flat and laid right on the bed, You tell me to take all my clothes off and lie down on my back on the bed. You kneel astride me to pin me down, take one of my wrists and, with a cheeky grin, tie it to the bed-head with a scarf, before taking the other wrist and doing the same. Although I'm nervous, I'm also deeply aroused by this display of dominance. You climb off me, move to the foot of the bed and grab one of my ankles. You pull my leg tight and, with another scarf, tie it to the foot of the bed, then grab my other ankle, stretch it so my legs are spread wide apart, and tie it with the other end of the scarf. I'm now spread-eagled on my back, completely unable to move, and (as you can see from my growing erection) incredibly turned on. Slowly, teasingly, you strip for me. I can't take my eyes off you as you reveal your body. Soon my frustration at not being able to touch you, or myself, is clear to see: the power you have over me really turns you on.

You kneel astride my torso and begin to run your hands over your breasts and down between your legs to pleasure yourself: I'm helpless to do anything other than watch. Then, with your hands either side of my head, you slide your pussy over my chest, leaving a wet trail and I inhale the gorgeous smell of you. You slip a finger inside yourself, then lift it to your mouth, and we look into each other's eyes as you suck on it to taste yourself. You put it back inside your cunt to make it sticky again and then hold it near my mouth as I open it wide and strain my neck to try and lick it. Finally you let me have a taste of you, before pulling your hand away and putting your finger in your own mouth with a mischievous look. You stretch your legs out behind you so they're between my knees, sliding down my body as you bend over to kiss my mouth – but pull back at the last moment with a smirk, teasing me, knowing that I am completely at your mercy. I crane my neck to kiss your lips and you pull back, keeping just out of my reach. Finally you kiss me long and hard and feel the twitch of my cock against your belly, which is matched by a flow of hot wetness to your pussy.

You move back up my body until your chest is level with my face and hold one of your tits to my mouth. Your nipple grows hard as I circle it with my tongue and then suck hard, drawing in your whole breast. You feel yourself growing hotter and your breathing becomes heavier. After a moment, you draw back and move over so I can suckle on the other tit. Soon you can wait no longer: you want to feel my mouth between your legs. You slide yourself up me, place a knee either side of my face and put a hand behind my head to lift my face into your cunt. As my tongue flicks at your clit, you feel your pussy twitch and you let out a moan of pleasure. Looking down into my eyes, you can see how much I'm enjoying this. You feel my tongue opening you up and pushing into you, and you reach a finger down to stroke your clit as I start to tongue-fuck you. You grind yourself into my face as I work my mouth harder at you. Placing a thumb and finger either side of your pussy, you part!

your lips and I suck your clit into my mouth, causing you to gasp. You tell me to do it harder and I'm happy to comply: you can tell how deeply aroused I am by the sight and sound of you using me for your own pleasure. As you pull my face even harder into you, you start to pump yourself against my mouth and I can hear that you're close to orgasm. You know that the noises you make when you climax are a big turn-on for me and you let yourself go completely, writhing and crying out as the sensation washes over you.

Once it has subsided, you turn to look behind you and see that my cock is still really hard for you. You shuffle down my body to kneel between my thighs, then scrape your fingernails down my inner thighs, causing me to cry out and writhe. You grasp the base of my dick with one hand: I can hardly control myself as you squeeze it tight, and you feel it throbbing in anticipation. You spit into the palm of your other hand and rub the liquid into my balls: my cock twitches in response. I'm gasping and squirming now and I beg you to put me inside you. Instead, you let go of my shaft and squeeze my balls tightly, making me moan and arch my back with pleasure. You stroke my sac with your fingertips then run your fingers lower and flick my arsehole a couple of times, causing me to flinch and cry out with pleasure.

You take my dick between your thumb and first finger and slide them gently from the base up to the head and back down a few times: I'm so hard now that the veins are standing out and you can clearly see my pulse beating. You gently drum your fingers on the helmet and I gasp and writhe in response: you know I want more, but you're savouring the knowledge that you have complete control over my pleasure. You lick some saliva onto my shaft and then blow up and down it, and I tense my body and let out a moan in response.

My breathing is getting faster and faster and I'm almost unable to contain myself, pulling at my bonds but unable to move. Finally you can no longer resist the thought of feeling me inside you. You turn around to face my feet and slowly ease yourself down onto me: we both moan at the feel of your pussy sliding down onto my hard prick. You lean forward to put your hands on my ankles and start to ride up and down on me. I lift my head to watch you: I'm so turned on by the sight of your buttocks moving up and down. You can tell from my moans I'm making that I'm soon going to cum: you stop moving and I let out a sigh of disappointment. You raise yourself off my shaft, climb off me and kneel next to me, rubbing your clit with your finger as you wait for my breathing to slow. You're really wet down there and you use your other hand to collect some of your juice and rub it onto your tits before climbing onto me again and rubbing your breasts against my chest. You reach behind you to grasp my cock and slide it back inside you. I rise up to meet you and we start to grind together. The intensity of our pumping increases and you can tell I'm close to cumming now. We look into each other's eyes and you feel my cock pump inside you as I buck and cry out.

You collapse on top of me, kissing my mouth and holding me tight in your arms. Next time, I tell you, it will by MY turn to be in control...



Mind Games



It started like it does for most couples, with one of those throw away comments.

Having been together in a long term relationship for nearly ten years, our sex life had developed quite naturally.

Looking back now though, those early days of insatiable sex desire would not hold a candle to what we get up to these days.

Thanks to our over active imaginations and our recently discovered willingness to make a few of our fantasies come true, we now have a sex life worth writing home about.

Well...writing about anyway.

It involves threesomes when we both go out and pick up men who end up back in our house naked fucking my lady with me.

It involves sudden impulse decisions to drive to visit our new found friends where we drink a few wines, laugh about nothing in particular then all end up in bed together.

But as they say, there's nothing like the first time.

Our first three-some was an amazing experience with a man we met online called Steve.

After chatting for a while in a chat room, he sent us a picture. He was not a model (nor are we) but he wasn't ugly either. The thing was he had a impressively large cock.

When I first saw it all I wanted to see was Steve fucking my lady with it, when my lady Karen saw it, she almost fainted with desire.

Soon Steve was calling us from his mobile phone telling us he was five minutes away. Next thing he was sitting in our lounge.

It took a bit of small talk and quite a few wines, but very soon we were all nestled on our three seater couch, Karen in between me and Steve.

Steve was hesitant at first, but by now there was no stopping me, so I made the first move.

By kissing Karen and slowly starting to fondle her breasts the mood soon changed from convivial conversation.

Soon Karen was moaning gently as I kissed her deeply and started to unbutton her blouse. I was getting quite involved and had almost forgotten Steve was there.

That was until Karen turned to face Steve and kissed him as passionately as she was me just moments before.

The realisation of what we were about to do then hit home.

The scene before me was like nothing I had ever pictured.

Karen and Steve were locked in a passionate kiss and obviously Steve had been busy at work while I had been kissing her beforehand. Her skirt was hitched above her waist, her legs splayed apart and Steve's hand was rubbing her opening.

Karen had been busy too, Steve's semi erect cock was now protruding out of his jeans with Karen's hand wrapped around it.

I have no idea how long this sordid scene went on, but it was long enough for me to get the biggest raging hard on of my life.

Now clearly drunk with desire, Karen rolled off the couch onto her kness in front of Steve and pulled his jeans and underpants down past his knees.

She then looked him the eye and took his engorged cock in her mouth, slowly at first, then with more and more enthusiasm.

I was entranced.

Steve was moaning and encouraging her with dirty talk. Caling her a slut and a bitch only seemed to egg her on however.

She soon got on all fours, still sucking Steve's now fully erect 9 inch member, and removed her panties. This presented me with a umimpeded view of her now soaking wet pussy.

She was wetter than I had ever seen before, with pussy juice soaking the inside of her thighs.

It didn't take much encouragement, in a flash I was kneeling behind her fucking her pussy like a madman.

Karen then turned and started sucking me for Steve to start fucking her. But she was a little unprepared for the reality of a 9 inch cock that was thick as well to start sliding into her pussy.

When Steve first entered her she baulked and grimaced, but soon relaxed and took it all.

As Steve's rhythm picked up so did the volume of Karen's reponse. Even with my dick in her mouth she still managed to scream and moan like a woman possessed.

This went on for quite some time with all three of us managing to suggest various positions and somehow get into those positions.

Karen was now in charge of the proceedings, which led to an unexpected turn of events.

Karen stood suddenly, put her hadns on hips and said simply: Right, you have seen me sucking that huge cock, now it's your turn.

I was stunned and started to try and object, but the look in her eye was very familiar to me. It was not to be questioned.

Steve was now standing in front of me and that huge cock was inches from my face. That close it looked like a bloody tree trunk, but I nervously got hold of it and starting licking his cock.

It was a weird sensation, but very soon, encouraged by Steve's moans and Karen's obvious pleasure of watching, I was sucking furiously on Steve's cock.

It was actually a huge turn on.

Then Karen suggested a double penetration.

So with Steve lying on the floor and Karen stadling him (watching his massive cock slide into her in that position is still a favourite memory of mine) I approached her from behind.

It was a slow and gentle process, especially with that python of Steve's already lodged in one hole, but I did get my cock in her ass.

Cue another round of Karen writhing and screaming with pleasure. She loved it!

By now I had cum once already but had been able to carry on unabated, but round two was now brewing, as was Steve.

Karen then rolled off Steve onto her back and lay on the floor, I immediately started fucking her but Steve whipped off his condom and started wanking furiously over Karen's face.

Grunting uncontrollably he then came. He first spurt shot over Karen's face and landed somewhere near the fire place, but his second, a big blob of thick creamy cum, landed right on target across Karen's flush red face.

I was banging away like a man possessed and right on the last stroke pulled out and came across Karen's breasts and face as well.

When we finally managed to speak we all agreed what a fantastic experience that was.

Steve has yet to revisit us, but we still manage to chat online now and again.

He doesn't know he wasd the first of many and has no idea we have also managed to have a couple of hugely heonistic evenings with another couple.

But that's another story.



Mind Games



G my one and only, may the games never end

*

"Hey you."

We both typed at the same time, two words said to many but only holding that one special place, strange, but so true for me, a flush coming to my face, that almost cute feeling you get when someone you care so very much about is close by if not in body but in mind.

"How is the sexiest woman on earth today?" you asked.

I replied in the way I had done for over the past four years.

"I will ask her if I see her."

We laughed.

We then went through the catch up chat, what we were doing and where our lives were taking us, our relationship so sound, nothing was a taboo subject, boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers all treated with 100% open honesty. We got talking about who I had written anything for, a habit I had formed some years ago, just letting my mind play games with a guy or girl that was fun, sexy, interesting, smart, intriguing, hell any one or all of the afore mentioned attributes, the feeling of want doing so much for a persons ego and well in my mind that's not a bad thing, is it?

I said that I had written a short tease for someone and when you asked to see it I showed you the following and said I would be back in five with a coffee, I pressed send then left my study.

Walking out of the door, I smiled, slipping a cigarette in my mouth and cupping the light to block out the wind, my mind went on a wander. Why do you ask me to do these things? Do you get that much pleasure from knowing that when we say bye I still have you on my mind? Is it that you can go about your day with the thought popping into your head did she or didn't she? I still smiled.

Leaning against the wall, I lifted my left leg so that my foot was resting against it, pushing myself against the wall with my right. Relaxing, I let my raised leg slowly sway, feeling the fabric of my shorts tighten then loosen over my pussy. Having been sat chatting to you it was tucked nicely into my slit and it was damp.

I closed my eyes as I took the last few drags of the cig, still my leg swayed, my clit beginning to tingle. Throwing the cig into the sand I kept my leg open then slid my hand down over the front of my shorts and pressed gently. As soft moan left my lips as I felt the wetness and I pressed my shorts against me harder, rubbing my finger slowly up and down, moulding them in between my lips.

Slowly I rubbed my hips moving forward then back, pressing my finger hard against my clit, my breath getting deeper, wanting more. I slide my hand from my lips and up then slowly unbuttoned my shorts, my fingers sliding against my stomach, popping each button as my hand slowly made its was down to my pussy. 

Bending my right leg, I moved my hips and pushed my hand deep inside my shorts, three fingers brushing over my mound, then over my lips then pressing down onto my clit. Slow, big circles, round and round my clit then down, letting my fingers dip just into my pussy, rubbing them together, covering the tips of them in my juice then back up to my clit. More circles, getting smaller, tighter, making my clit throb, letting my nails brush over it, like the tip of a tongue. Flicking it soft then hard, fast then slow, moaning quietly each time the tingle shot through my body.

Moving my fingers I held my clit and rubbed it, winking it, slow so slowly, moaning loader, my mind still wandering, picturing different things. Felling my body start to tense, pulling my fingers off my clit, wanting the feeling to go on and on. Pushing them down, teasing my lips, dipping my fingers in and out of my pussy, coating myself in my juices, loving the feel of soft smooth flesh all slick under my touch. Breathing so hard, wanting to pinch and pull my hard nipples but unable to trust myself so keeping my hand pressed hard against the wall.

Close so fucking close, getting to that unable to stop point, that not wanting to stop point, the need flooding over me. Back to my clit, rubbing it hard, groaning now, knowing I could be heard, not caring, faster faster fasterrrrrrrrrrr until I gasped, my eyes flying open, my fingers pressed hard against my clit, then I came, breathing out hard, moaning, gasping, everything at once. My clit throbbing, my fingers slipping into my pussy to feel it pulse around them.

In my mind you were sat, feet away from me, watching me wank as you held your throbbing cock. I could see the tip coated in your pre-cum, glistening as you rubbed your fingers up and down the shaft, your thumb rubbing through your pre-cum then smearing it down then slowly back up your length. Faster and faster you had wanked, your eyes fixed onto my fingers watching them work my pussy, hearing you moan as I slipped them in and out of me.

As we got closer I would have moved over to you, I would have stood, my legs each side of yours so that your cock was pointing towards my sweet wet hole. Faster and faster we wanked until you came, hot thick cum pumping from your cock, coating my fingers that were deep in my pussy. 

You would have grabbed my arse to pull me closer, I would have moved back, my fingers slipping from my pussies grip to play with your cum, to slide my fingers through it, mixing it with my cum before sliding my fingers back into my pussy, you watching as your cum was finger fucked into me.

Closing my eyes again as every breath left my body and I slumped against the wall, my right leg juddering as the nerves tingled, knowing I felt dizzy from how hard I had cum, not from the cig, not from a drink, just pure orgasm. 

It felt like hours but could have only been minutes until I opened my eyes and slowly slid my hand out of my shorts. Grinning I opened and closed my fingers, watching them glisten in the light, then I tasted, all three, pushing them into my mouth and just licking them, I could almost taste you. Then I giggled, I bit my lip knowing that I did this because you asked me to, not because I wanted to or was going to do it anyhow, just for you, why?

'Boo!!"

I typed as I sat back down, it flashed up in the little message box on my screen, the view web cam msg showing so I clicked, your smile making me melt,

"So he got the Kelly wanket hu?" you typed, "tell me his reaction".

You always asked this, the want to know how others felt, how they reacted yet all the time knowing I was yours making you almost smug.

So I told you, how he had his cam on as he read it, how he had pursed his lips and closed his eyes for a second at the part where I rubbed his cum into my pussy, how I had made him hard and that he wanked in the shower thinking about my little story.

You smiled and just typed back,

"He would have enjoyed you so much" 

I laughed and said, "And how do you know I would not have enjoyed him?"

The tease in me working you to make you bite, and you did, with perfection, the reply being,

"No one is me Kelly!" Point to you my sexy man.

We continued to tease, each planting those subliminal words and messages in each other minds, knowing full well when the time came to switch off we would both have to play THE game. we chatted some more then called time on the typing game and said our goodbye's, some how these never every got easier even though we were in contact most every day.

I watched the computer screen until it went black then I undressed, it would have been so easy to play in the shower, my cunt wet for you, your teasing working me as it does every time, but I wanted to wait, I wanted just a little more tonight.

I lay on my bed, naked, the window open, the breeze blowing in, the sheet just covering the tops of my thighs. I closed my eyes as I slid my hand over my tits, teasing each nipple between my finger and my thumb, pulling them gently, twisting one then the other, biting my lip so I did not moan as I pulled them harder, arching my back up as thought to push them into your mouth. Smiling I let each one go, the tingle warming my tits, sending shivers down my stomach which I traced with my fingers. Tiny circles drawn on my flesh, my mind thinking of you stood at the side of the bed, watching me, your eyes following each tiny movement of my fingers, your breath matching mine, your cock hard in your hand as you wanked it slowly.

My fingers reaching my mound, lifting them until the very tips of my nails floated over me I opened my legs, the sheet slipping off me as I pushed my hands down between my already wet thighs. Wider I opened my legs as if to give you a great view of what I was about to do. Pressing one finger hard against my lips it sank in to find my clit, I moaned, feeling how hard it was, how much I wanted you to suck it, to take it into your lips and flick it hard with your tongue, but you had to watch.

Lifting my hips, pressing harder, moving my finger up and down, round and round, rubbing my clit, my eyes never leaving yours, a smile on my face. I could wait no longer and just moved my hand down and let two fingers sink into my wet cunt. Deep and hard, no messing about I pushed them in and out of me, slow then fast, twisting and turning, my juices starting to coat them, so wet, so wet thinking of you stood, wanking, wanting, watching.

I snapped out of your mind control for just long enough to reach down to the side of my bed and take hold of my favourite toy, so life like, so real, not too thick, not too long, just perfect, so 'your' cock like that it cold have been made from a model of you.

Then back, slipping so easily into your mind hold over me so I let my mind go as I rolled over, my hand almost crushed under me as I buried my face into the pillow. I felt you, felt your legs on either side of mine, holding my legs tight together, your teasing spanking almost stinging my arse. I could hear your words, mocking me with each slap,

"Want him do you?"

"Like him do you?"

"Your MINE, ALL mine sluttttttttttt"

"You love that I make you pay this way"

I bit my pillow, knowing that my moans could be heard through the open window. My mind in your total control, your words and actions so real. My fingers now moving slow and deep in and out of my wet cunt as I lifted my hips off the bed, lifting them for you, my mind now just a wash of pure lust. 

You slapped me hard then bent and kissed the stinging redness on my arse, your tongue teasing down my crack, your fingers pushing my cheeks open, you moved so that your tongue flicked over my fingers as I finger fucked myself.

Then I stopped, I reached back with my other hand, gripping my toy, letting it slap against my arse, I slid my fingers out of me and up from under me so that I trailed my juices up and spread them over my tight arse, I could see your face as I pressed my toy hard against my arse hole, it would have been your cock about to enter me, I pushed down with my hand as I pushed up with my hips. I gasped as I felt the head push in, almost a pain but too close to pleasure.

My hand became you, my toy became you.

You thrust, gently, your cock slipping into me, my muscles gripping you, pulling you deeper and deeper until you were in me, your cock buried so deep in my tight hot arse. slowly you fucked me, nice teasing thrusts, almost out then nice and deep, you pushed so hard that you could grind your balls against me then that little extra push you so love to do, the one that makes me give in to you, the make me groan wanting it over and over, the one that pushes the very life air from me.

My fingers pressing against that thin wall of flesh, feeling your cock, almost stroking you as you fucked me, slowly building, getting faster, getting harder, Harder, I begged you, I panted and gasped for breath, wanting your cum, wanting it deep in me. Faster, faster I fingered myself, trying to hold back, wanting to cum, about to give in. I thrust them deep as your cock thrust deep into my arse, your hands would have been gripping my hips, pulling me back, I was telling you, asking you, begging you cum, cum, cum, cum and I lost control, we came, so fucking hard, my cunt gripping my fingers just as my arse would have gripped your cock, milking you like a good whores arse should do, I swear I could feel your cock twitching inside me.

I giggled, slowly opening my eyes I smiled, my mind is a wicked, wicked thing I am so glad you like it as a play ground, feel free to test my attractions any time sexy I though as I curled myself into a snug little ball, my fingers just slipping from my cunt and now resting wet against my lips, my toy, your cock, still deep in my arse, a warm glow sending me off to a happy sleep.

Until tomorrow my one and only when we shall play the mind games again.



Mind Games



I step out of the shower. The steam swirls around me as I glance at the droplets of water beading on my soft, pale skin in the hazy mirror across from me. I step out onto the carpet and reach for the towel on the door. My mind is rolling over the events of my day. "Mmmm, that towel smells nice. Who was that creep on the bus, and why was he staring holes through me? Did I lock the back door when I came home? Why am I so rattled? Tea, I need some tea to settle my nerves. Yeah that's it, tea . . .and a damn joint wouldn't hurt either."

I close my eyes and bury my face into the soft towel inhaling deeply. When I bring the towel down and open my eyes, the room is black. "Oh Gawd!" I gasp. 

I reach for the light switch flicking it up and down repeatedly. I can feel my muscles tighten. I shake my head and chuckle at myself as I take a deep breath and try to regain control.

"Laura you chicken shit. The power must have gone off."

I stand there silently in the darkness, mentally traveling the path I will take to the fuse box. I wrap the towel around me.

"What was that noise? A squeak . . .shhhhhh. There it is again!"

I take in a sharp breath as I hear the bedroom door open. "Creaaaaaaak" I am the only one home. I freeze in my spot trying to push out all other sounds. "Hold your breath, Laura so your ears can hear better." The floor in the bedroom creaks as I hear slow footsteps coming towards the bathroom. My hands fly to my mouth to cover it. Adrenaline pumps through me making my stomach burn as the muscles tense up. I want to scream but the sound is frozen in my throat. I can't make a noise. My heart is pounding so loudly I'm certain it can be heard outside the closed door. I hear the knob on the bathroom door as it starts to turn. My brain is running. "Run, Laura! Oh fuck, did that creep on the bus follow me? Shhh, be quiet! Oh Gawd, this isn't happening!"

There's nowhere to run. My feet are stuck like glue to the floor. My eyes widen with fright as they try to adjust in the dark.

The door opens. The moonlight filtering in from the bedroom allows me to see a form as I press myself against the wall in the tiny bathroom. "Blink. Look harder!" I can't make out a face. The figure moves towards me in a flash. A hand grasps my arm roughly pulling me into the bedroom and tossing me against the bed as I struggle to catch my breath. I feel as if my heart is about to burst from my chest. I gather enough air to begin to scream. As the first shrill sound pierces the air a hand clamps roughly over my mouth. "Aahhhhhh.. . . mmmppphhhhh." 

My head is shoved back against the mattress and the scream is caught in my throat. I hear a deep voice hiss out. "Lay still bitch!"

"My head is spinning. Oh Gawd, I'm gonna throw up. Wait, do I know that voice? Please let me know that voice. I can't be sure, it sounds so muffled" I open my eyes and blink. " Look at the face. Oh no! Gawd, don't look at the face, he'll kill you! Yes, look at the face!"

In the moonlight I can barely make it out. "Where are the eyes? I should be able to see eyes!" 

There are no eyes, only blackness. I am staring into a face with no expression. My heart races wildly as my hands fly up to claw at it. "A Mask! The Son of a Bitch coward is wearing a mask!"

My wrists are caught, shoved down against the bed roughly and then moved over my head where they are captured in one hand by my captor. I hear the sound of a slap and then feel the sharp stinging pain shoot down my thigh as the voice repeats loudly.

"I SAID TO BE STILL" 

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Tears sting my eyes. I can feel them sliding down my cheeks, hot tears of fright, anger, frustration.

I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down. Panic rises again. I whimper and squirm wildly on the bed. "NO!"

The pain shoots again as another sharp slap is directed at my thigh. Fingers twist in my hair and clutch tightly against my scalp turning my head to the side. My captor leans over my trembling body pressing the cold faceless mask against my ear. "Don't test my patience slut," he hisses behind the mask. A rope is slipped around my wrists. I wince as it is pulled around the bedpost yanking my arms up tightly. I can hear heavy fast breathing from behind the mask. The towel is ripped from my body. The air feels like the blast from an opened freezer against my once warm skin. Goose bumps prickle instantly.

"Oh Gawd, no please!"

Warm rough fingers slide over my soft skin as I gasp, up and down my sides, over my inner thighs. The motions of my attacker are deliberately slow and torturous. "He's enjoying this. That asshole wants to see me get all worked up"

I struggle to fight for control of my body. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs as his fingers glide over my nipples. They react instantly to his touch and I can feel the skin around them puckering as the nipple grows more erect. "Oh fuck, no don't do that! Oh gawd why am I wet?"

I hear a soft chuckle behind the mask as he pinches my firm nipple between two fingers rolling it and pulling. A moan escapes from my mouth without me being able to stop it and my hips lift off the bed, almost as if begging. A stray hand makes its way down my stomach, over the tiny triangle of hair on my pubic bone and slipping down between my legs. I press my thighs together but to no avail as I feel weight on the bottom of the bed and first one knee and then another shoves up between my legs driving them apart. I can feel the cool rush of air against my wetness. Fingers slide down over my wet slit and immediately dip inside me as I gasp loudly and arch my back. "Fuck, FUCK, I am wet! No, I can't be enjoying this!" My mind argues silently with my body, screaming inside my brain. "Why are you betraying me? This is not good! Why are you wet?"

I hear the voice again chuckling. "You are very wet My little one," he says. "GASP. Did he call me little one?" The words echo in my mind. He reaches up and flips off the mask as I make out the features of my Master. Before I can respond, he leans forward and covers my mouth with his pressing his lips tightly against mine. "Mmmphh"

I feel his hot breath panting against my cheek.

We kiss passionately as His fingers painfully pinch and roll my nipples between them again. My body once ready to run now aches to give in. The adrenaline pumping through my body immediately flows down between my legs as I gasp and moan into His mouth. I feel his erect cock pressing against my clit as I raise my hips to meet him. "Pleeeeease, I whimper." 

His hand slides down and he directs his strong hard cock to my wet lustful pussy. With one thrust he enters me. My wetness allows him to enter quickly. I gasp loudly and wince at the pain of His sudden thrust. "Ow, GAWD!" 

I feel the burn inside me as ge spreads my warm walls quickly. I press my feet hard into the mattress. My back arches and I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, groaning as I feel his strong hard cock ram deeply inside me. I squeeze my walls tightly around his cock with each thrust.

"Yessss, Master"

My breasts are bouncing up and down wildly as he slams into me. I can hear the sounds of my juices gushing around his cock as he slides in and out. I raise my legs and rest my calves on his shoulders looking into his eyes as he leans forward. "Whimper." Tears flow freely down my cheeks now, but from relief and need, not from fear or anger. "Stifling a sob" 

His cock presses deeper into me as he lunges pressing my knees back against my chest. I gasp and close my eyes as I feel him filling me deeper. I lean forward as far as I can. The rope pulls tightly at my wrists as I stretch. My lips meet his and he kisses me passionately and breathlessly. My tongue slides into his warm wet mouth sucking his tongue hungrily. I drop my head back to the mattress as he starts to thrust harder.

"Grunt, gasp, owww." 

My breath shoves out from my lungs with each thrust of his cock deeper inside me. All I am able to do is grunt the exhaled air then gasp for breath and whimper as he slams hard into my cervix. He grabs my hips and pulls me down towards him hard.

I cry out, "Owwwgawwwdddd." The sound of His balls slapping my ass fills the room along with my grunts and his groaning. I feel my muscles clenching around his cock without warning and I scream as I feel his cock swelling deep inside me. "Oww, fuckkk!" I feel his balls tighten and he groans loudly. I whimper as my head thrashes back and forth. My body is ready to explode.  "Please . . .please Cummmm?" I manage to gasp out as my hands twist against the ropes, my upper body taut and arched.

I hear him groan loudly.

He responds "Yesss noww, uuuugghhh . . .cumm pet!" 

He explodes deep inside me as I orgasm. My body shakes and quivers as my juices flood his shaft and my eyes roll back. My hips jerk up towards him as I scream.

"YESSS MASSSTERRR." His cock spasms deeply inside me as his warm juices splatter my walls. I contract my muscles tightly around his cock. My pussy sucks milking every drop from him as he groans loudly. I can feel his arms shaking as his body shudders. 

The weight of his body finally slumps down over me as he falls against me exhausted. Both of us gasp for air. I turn my head towards him placing soft warm kisses all over his face nuzzling my cheek against him.

I whisper softly, "I love You my Master."

He smiles and rolls to the side reaching up to release my hands. I shudder and giggle as I feel his cock slide from me. He wraps me in his arms and holds me tightly.

"I love You too my little one," he whispers as we drift off to sleep together in our own sweet wet dreams.



Mind Games



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

I spotted her as she walked up the corridor, taking her time, checking out the window displays of each of the stores. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair, big curls on the ends that framed her face beautifully. She had a great figure with large boobs, a modest waist and a well-rounded bottom. Her shapely legs were nicely displayed below her medium length shorts. Sometimes as she turned to or from a window, I got a flash of cleavage that looked like it would make a great pillow for my head. This was one I wanted.

When she stopped at the window just around the corner from the direction she had been going, I sent out a probe to her. 'You are wet and getting wetter from desire. You feel a cock, a big, thick, long cock ease into your pussy and slowly, oh so slowly, work its way up into your vagina, farther than you ever would have dreamed that you could take a man's penis. It touches your cervix, slips behind it and keeps curving upward into the cavity of your body. Just when you think you can take no more, it comes to a halt when the root of that big intruder rubs against your mound. You can feel your clitoris slowly begin to rise, coming out of hiding, being teased by the big tool inside you.'

'Gradually, carefully, the tool is withdrawn, to your regret, but before it exits your now steamy cunt, it reverses direction and slides ever so slowly back, back, back, seemingly never to end, only to finally stop again with the root grinding softly into your mound and touching your clit. The faint contact sends an electric shock throughout your body and you are consumed with desire. You want nothing more than to open yourself wide open and let that big intruder have its way with you, just so long as it touches the right spots and keeps generating those wonderful shocks. It backs out of your most private parts again and the nerves in your vaginal sphincter feel as if each and every one of them is being catered to in world class fashion.' 

'It is a fantastic feeling ... but it is minor compared with the shock you receive when the big intruder again pushes in and touches your clitty. You thrill to the magnificent feelings radiating throughout your body. The intruder continues to move in and out and back in again and every cycle causes the pleasure to build in your body and mind until ... THERE! You can no longer contain it. You feel the beginning of an orgasm gripping you from head to toe. It shakes you to your foundation. For long seconds you tremble with the pleasures of ultimate sex, completely given to the indescribably delicious feelings that course through your body. Wave after wave surge throughout your being: five seconds, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five and the last wave fades. Only now do you open your eyes again to the outside world. You are about to lose control of your legs. Go to the bench in the mall core and sit.'

I have watched her standing in front of the window, saw her shiver, and know that it was real to her. She walked slowly, unsteadily toward me, not seeing, finding most of the strangely curved bench in the decorative mall core unoccupied. Carefully coming down the two steps to the new level, she turned and sat on the empty bench and only then, having made it to the bench without collapsing to the terrazzo floor, seemed to relax and really enjoy the feelings she had.

She thought, 'Who are you? Why did you do that to me? Why are you still here? Did you rape me? Are you going to rape me? Am I your prisoner?'

I thought, 'I am an admirer. I think you are a magnificently beautiful, sexy woman. I wanted to have sex with you but I knew that you would never ... ever allow me to touch you. The only way I could have sex with you was in your mind. Yes, I am still here and I am still inside you, at least in your mind. Did I rape you? Well, only in your mind. That would not constitute rape in the legal sense. Yes, I am going to continue to have sex with you ... in your mind, until I am satisfied. No, you are not my prisoner ... exactly ... but I don't think you will leave until I am finished with you."

'Why would I not just leave?'

'Because you have often thought about what it would be like to have sex with a man with a monster penis and now that you have the opportunity to find out, you won't leave until you do. I think you are going to like it. I think you may even love it. Let's find out.'

'Do you actually have such a monster?'

'No, but it doesn't matter. Your mind will tell you that it is bigger than anything you ever imagined and that it fills you completely; so reality does not matter.'

With that, I began thinking about my imaginary cock sliding up her vaginal channel again and again, teasing her clit until she leaned back on the bench and gave herself up to her next orgasm. I could have stopped at any time, given myself to thoughts of cumming myself, but I wanted to please this woman beyond anything she had ever wildly imagined, even if it was only a mind fuck. I kept thinking about my big thick cock driving into her and teasing her clitty and making her cum. 

At one point she questioned how big my cock was and I thought for her that it was sixteen inches long and four ½ inches in diameter. She thought that it filled her vagina completely, leaving no space unoccupied when it was fully inside her. She thought that there was no way she could have taken such a monster cock, even if she had ever found a man with such a member, without it tearing her apart physically. I sent her the thought that this fuck was contained completely within her mind and everything was possible in her mind. 

She came over and over and over again, very real orgasms, until her thoughts finally begged me to fill her with my cum. Almost instantly nineteen shots of hot sticky white sperm splashed into the sac behind her cervix as my balls unloaded more than a pint of cum into her pussy. She came again just after the third shot hit her imaginary vagina walls and then when my balls sent a final dry shot into her; she came again for a final time.

'Where are you?' she thought.

'Nearby,' I thought.

'I want to meet you,' she thought.

'No,' I replied in her mind. 'You want to meet who I represent, not me.'

'Why not you?' she thought.

'You would be disappointed to meet me physically,' I thought. 'I am not attractive, I am very much overweight, and you would never look at me twice in the real world.'

'I don't believe that,' she replied. 'I think you underestimate me. Please let me meet you.'

I hesitated, not wanting to spoil what had been a great thing, yet knowing that I had always been a sucker for anything a beautiful woman wanted. That usually meant that I had to get away from whatever woman I was near ... until now. But if she saw me physically, she would ... what? Go bonkers? Yell 'rape?' Slap me?

In the end, I knew what the decision would be. I thought, 'Look across the court at the lone man resting on the bench facing you. Don't judge me too harshly.'

She looked up and saw me, surveyed me from head to foot. Then she stood and slowly walked across the intervening space. When she was directly in front of me, she stopped and spoke in a soft, musical voice, "'Hello."

"Hi," I replied.

"Is it you?"

"Yes."

"May I sit with you?"

"Of course."

She sat beside me, so close that our thighs touched ... not that it was that difficult with the size of my thighs. She said, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I ... don't know," I replied honestly. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For forcing you to have sex with me, even if it was only in our minds."

"Well, honey, I'm sure not sorry about that. That was better than any physical sex I've had, maybe ever. I don't ... no, I know that I have never cum as many times as you made me just now. And that was physical. You would not believe how soppy wet I was when I walked across here just now. I squished with every step I took. It was great."

"That's good. It was for me too. I ... shot a load of cum in my pants thinking about being inside you."

She gave my arm a little squeeze. "Well, why don't we go somewhere and do the real thing?"

"No! You ... you would never feel that way if ... we did it for real."

"Why not?"

"Because. Because I can't actually last that long. Because I'm not well endowed at all. Because I'm too fat to be sexy. Because ... just because."

"Honey, you know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I think you're beautiful. I want you to have sex with me."

"No! I just can't do that. Please!"

She was quiet for a moment as she stared into my eyes. Finally, she gave my arm another squeeze and said "Okay, but at least give me your phone number so I can call you. That way we can at least do what you just did to me, okay? I don't want to lose that!"

She wrote my phone number in a little address book and a few minutes later we parted. I sat on the bench for a few more minutes, still feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, even though I had blown my load into my pants instead of her hot pussy. Oh, well, it wasn't all bad.

That evening I could think of nothing but Mary Ann ... yes, I had searched her mind and knew her name, address, birthday, everything about her. I couldn't get her out of my mind and before the night was over, I had cum four times thinking about what it would be like to really, physically fuck her ... if I could do it the way I would like to do it. Of course that would never happen.

Then early the next afternoon she called. She sounded distraught and she asked, "I've got to see you again. Can I please come over?"

How could I refuse such a plea? I couldn't and twenty minutes later she rushed past the door as I held it open for her. No sooner had I closed it than she put her arms around my neck and planted a big sloppy wet kiss on me. I put my arms around her lush body and pulled her close, almost carrying her into the den. I sat on the sofa and she sat so close she was almost on top of me. 

With her arms still around my neck, she almost sobbed , "I can't get yesterday out of my mind. I've thought about you ever since we met and nothing ... nothing makes me feel any less ... I don't know how to put it. Nothing makes me want to fuck you less! I need you, Gene! Please say you'll have sex with me." She ended on such a pleading note that my heart twisted and turned, wanting to please this beautiful lady.

"But ... you have to know ... you won't want me when you see me naked."

"Look, honey, it just doesn't matter. I want you and nothing will change that. Please. Please!"

I could not resist such a plaintive cry, even though I knew she would loathe me when I put my sweaty bulk on top of her precious form, when she felt my six-inch dick barely penetrate her vital organ. With trepidation, I took her to my bedroom.

She stripped quickly and urged me to do the same thing while she turned down the bed and climbed into the middle. I soon climbed into bed beside her. She pulled her legs back so I could walk on my knees up to her bottom and settle in her saddle. She wrapped her fingers around my erection and guided it toward her pussy, which was hot and wet and slick with anticipation. 

As I entered her, she pulled me down to kiss her and she whispered "Honey, if you can make me feel like you did yesterday just by putting thoughts in my mind, you can do the same thing with your dick inside me. Now you stay here on top of me, let me feel your penis and you work your magic in my mind. Okay?"

It was a great idea. Why hadn't I thought of it before?

I felt her pussy contract around my prick. It might have been short but it felt great to me as she grasped all of me. I began thinking, sending thoughts to her: 'You feel this big penis slipping into you, just as yesterday. It is long and thick and feels like it fills every bit of available space within your vagina, even stretching the pocket just a little. It feels magnificent to you, better than anything you have ever felt,'

'As it moves in and out, you can tell that it explores every part of your insides but the best part is that it titillates every nerve ending in your opening and every time the root reaches bottom, it will tease your mound and your clit until you build to a climax, which will be as strong as any orgasm you have ever had. It slips out, out, out until you can feel the edge of the head at your opening, then it will slide back in, touch your cervix and slide under it, and finally stop just as it pushes against the back of your vagina.'

'You feel my pubis rub your clit and it drives you wild. Just like yesterday the faint contact sends an electric shock throughout your body and you are consumed with desire. You want nothing more than to open yourself wide open and let that big intruder have its way with you. Just so long as it touches the right spots and keeps generating those wonderful shocks. It backs out of your most private parts again and the nerves in your vaginal sphincter feel as if each and every one of them is being catered to individually.'

"It is a fantastic feeling ... but it is minor compared with the shock you receive when the big intruder again pushes in and touches your clitty. You thrill to the magnificent feelings radiating throughout your body. The intruder continues to move in and out and back in again and every cycle causes the pleasure to build in your body and mind until ... THERE! You can no longer contain it. You feel the beginning of an orgasm gripping you from head to toe. It shakes you to your foundation. For long seconds you tremble with the pleasures of ultimate sex, completely given to the indescribably delicious feelings that course through your body. Wave after wave surge throughout your being: five seconds, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty seconds and the last wave fades. Only now do you open your eyes again to your lover.'

'Even then your brain sees the sexiest man you have ever imagined. You struggle to bring your mouth to his and try to stick your tongue as deep into his mouth as possible, at the same time accepting his tongue down your throat. It seems odd but neither you nor your partner gag from the tongues stuck down the other throat ... it seems to be one of the hottest, sexiest actions you have ever taken. You feel the big thick cock again begin moving inside your steamy pussy, again rubbing your clit at the bottom of every stroke. It will not be long before you again reach an orgasm.'

I keep up a running stream of thoughts and without so much as moving other than occasionally flexing my prick in her pussy, she cums nine times before I plunge my rod back and forth a few times and I shoot my real load of cum into her hot pussy ... twelve shots of hot gooey liquid and a little drop of ooze at the end. It feels magnificent to my sex-crazed brain.

I started to roll off her but she grabbed me with both feet and hands, holding me tightly to her hot, lush body. She whispered, "I want you to stay on top of me, sugar. I love this feeling." 

We kiss for long minutes and ... I can't believe it! ... my cock grows hard again. I was beginning to think about mind-fucking her again when she whispered, "Do you ever think about screwing a woman in the ass?"

"Yes," I hissed.

"I don't know if I could ever take a penis that way but I want to. Could you mind-fuck my ass?"

"Sure," I replied, already thinking. 

'You are feeling very good around your anus. You think about receiving a huge penis without any pain, nothing but pure pleasure. You relax your sphincter and picture that big log sliding up inside your bottom, teasing every nerve ending in the little ring, sending little shock waves through your body to your brain. The further it enters you, the more relaxed you become and you feel every inch of that big dong with intense joy.' 

'When his cock is completely inside you, you get a special sense of delight when he wiggles his crotch against your beautiful round buttocks. Slowly he commences to fuck your ass, at first backing just an inch outward and sliding back in, again mashing your bottom into himself, then gradually lengthening his strokes until he nearly pulls out of you and then pushes all the way back in with every stroke. You feel the flesh around your ass push into a concave formation and then pull out into a convex shape as that big schlong slides softly, gently in and out of your bowels.'

'You feel indescribably full but there is no discomfort, only so much pleasure that you want to scream about how good you feel. Those nerve endings tingle with excitement every time he backs out and you almost shout with satisfaction every time he pushes back in. The sensations are not unlike when he fucks your pussy, yet are uniquely gratifying. You can't believe there is no pain in your bowels, only intense pleasure that seems to grow stronger with every motion of his huge dong. Suddenly you feel his finger on your clitty and you explode in a violent orgasm of purest lust, even better than when he fucked your cunt.'

I continued thinking, "He waits until your waves of pleasure subside and then continues sliding his sword in and out of your back door. It takes only moments for the wonderful feelings to resume and in less than a minute you can feel your body building toward your next orgasm. In, tease and out. In, tease and out. 

'You bow your back to thrust your ass up to your lover, eagerly meeting his next thrust and suddenly it happens again ... like bundled sticks of dynamite exploding within you, your body seems to momentarily implode and then shoot out in all directions, completely beyond your control. Your brain overloads temporarily from the sensations your body sends to it and you lose all track of whatever is happening. A minute or two passes before you regain your senses and realize that your lover is pounding your ass, surely approaching his own orgasm, and then it too happens.' 

'You can feel the spurts of his hot cum spraying the walls of your bowels and it feels good, like a warm hug on a cool night, only from the inside out. It can't be explained but the exhilaration is enormous, the contentment is complete, and you find yourself, at least for now, totally sated. You want only to hold your lover, and be held by him, as long as these feelings last.'

Somewhere along the way, I had gotten behind her as she raised her ass in the air and even my average sized cock had entered her ass. I didn't have to really fuck her ... that happened in our minds ... but the results were real. She had cum several times, and my balls had spilled another load into her ass, some of which was now oozing out of her anus. I lay beside her and we huddled close, our arms around each other, open mouths twisting to get closer while tongues dueled in each other's mouths.

A long time later, after our heart rates had returned to normal, she whispered, "I have never felt so good. It was just so beautiful. Please tell me that you will be my lover forever."

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't really want that."

"Yes, I do. No man has ever made me feel nearly as good as you have. Just promise that you will mind-fuck me regularly and I'll give you all the blow jobs you want, all the pussy you want, even as much of my ass you want. And I want you to suck my titties too. Please, please, honey! Tell me you will."

"Okay, I promise I will."

The End



Mind Games



I know why you came here tonight. You really shouldn't be here. You've been trying to push your way into my life and I'm just not sure if that's what I want. I have my life and my friends and I don't need you. But I know you don't want to befriend me and I know you're not interested in what I want. I know what you want. It's written in your eyes. Your watching, intense eyes. Now you're sitting here, in my living room, where you don't belong. You shouldn't be here. I think I am a little afraid of you.

Now we are just sitting here watching. I don't know what to say or what to do. God, how I hate how you unnerve me! You know exactly how I feel. You want to break my will. You want me to want you. You're sitting here thinking, trying to work out what my next move will be, so you can be there before me, so you can bend me. I can't let you bend me. I can't let you win.

Perhaps we should be elsewhere. Somewhere where there are others around us. I tell you I will go and take a shower first. You laugh and say, don't forget to lock the door. I trust you, I lie. A wary smile.

I walk up the stairs. I know you are watching me at every step. I know that if I turn around I will look straight into your eyes. I can't handle that so I don't turn around. I reach the bathroom and close the door, leaning with my back pressed up against it. You can probably hear every move I make down below me. I don't lock the door.

Slowly I start to unbutton my shirt. Just the feel of my own knuckles against my skin makes me shiver and I can see my flesh react with tiny quivering goose bumps. Crazy. I'm fighting you every step of the way and yet you have my body on high alert. I have no damn control! I let my shirt drop from my shoulders. I smooth my fingers down my body and rest my hands on the curve of my waist. I can feel the chill in the air but my skin feels hot. I move my hands to the back of my skirt and pull the zip downwards. I feel the material slipping down my legs. Everything has suddenly become sensual. My bare feet upon the cold tiles, the gentle swirl of cold air upon my suddenly bared skin. 

No, this is crazy. I'll just have a quick shower and we'll leave and we'll see people we know and then it won't just be us. I reach briskly for the clasp at my back and unhook my bra. I drop it to the ground and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down. I let them drop to my ankles and kick them away. I turn the hot water in the shower on and turn to the basin.

I look into the mirror and reach up to remove the pins from my hair. I let it cascade and fall, tickling my back gently. Now I look at myself in the mirror. I can see my chest rising and falling rhythmically, the swell of my breasts barely visible in the reflection and the steam from the shower is swirling and spinning in the currents behind me. I am quiet for a moment, straining to hear you. It is silent.

I step into the shower and pull the curtain across. Enclosed within the shower walls, and the flimsy curtain at one side, I adjust the water and then step into the spray, luxuriating in the hot flow. I feel the jet of water hammering my shoulders, punishing my muscles. It is bliss. I lather my sponge, drawing it along my collarbone, down my shoulders and my arm. I repeat the movement, this time bringing the sponge and my hand down along the curve of my breast.

I suddenly sense a change in the atmosphere. My pulse quickens and I know it is you. You are here now. This mere film of plastic is all that protects me from you. I knew all along you would come. But, you knew I knew.

I know you are there, yet you make no move towards me. I begin to run the sponge over my body as though I don't know you are so close to me. Now as the sponge glides over my slippery, sudsy breast, my nipple peaks and hardens. I almost moan at the intense pleasure. I bite my lip. Did you hear me? I think I can almost hear your breath, heaving, heavy breaths. Maybe I am imagining it?

Now I run both hands across my skin. I listen for you. I almost laugh knowing how much you would like to see me, and you can't. You can only imagine what is behind the thin plastic curtain. I am smiling now and I close my eyes and concentrate on teasing the nerves from the straining buds of my nipples, down to the soft, sensitive skin of my thighs. I cup myself and this time I know I moan. I can feel the pulsing from within and now I know you won't pull back the curtain. I am in control here.

I can feel the wetness that isn't coming from the current of water from the shower head. Slick and warm, I run my index finger inside the lips of my womanhood and slowly progress to my clit. I circle it slowly and reposition myself so my back is pressed to the tiles and I am facing the curtain, my legs parted, my head thrown back, and my finger traveling around and around, rubbing harder, deliciously sensual. I thrust my middle finger deep inside me and a whimper escapes me. In deep, now another finger. Oh god, I thrust inside myself again. I can feel my slickness and my juices start to flow more freely. 

An ecstasy is building within me and I am beginning to feel weak at the knees. My left hand is stroking and teasing, rubbing and flicking, fingers plunging and thrusting. I am running my other hand across my body, grazing my nails lightly across my stomach and my sensitive skin, up across the swollen globes of my breasts. I moan softly, a catch in my breath as the first wave envelopes me. I cry out, a sob, oh god! Pleasure erupts in floods through my body and my mind explodes into a rainbow of colours. I slump against the tiled wall as wave after wave of bliss shudders through my body.

Gradually I become aware of you. I can hear you breathing, ragged and urgent. Have I unsettled you? I smile.

I begin sponging myself down again and I can hear the whoosh of the door as you open and close it gently. I hear your quiet footsteps as you pad down the hall to the stairs. I continue lathering myself and gasp at the exquisite pleasure, near pain, as I drag the rough surface of the sponge across my tender clit. I finish and let the water trickle across my body, sending the soapy suds gurgling around my feet towards the drain.

I turn off the shower and step from the shower recess, grabbing a towel and drying myself briskly. I wrap the towel around me and walk to my bedroom. I throw on the pair of jeans that are lying carelessly across the chair and open my closet and slip into the closest shirt. I untangle my hair with a comb and tie it back casually. I slip my feet into my shoes and head downstairs.

You are sitting there, still in my living room. You look up as I enter. Your eyes are as intense as ever, but now there is a yearning. You are looking at me. You don't know what to say or do. I unnerve you. I know exactly how you feel. I know you want me. I can break your will. Now you are mine. I think I win this round.

I ask you, shall we go?



Mind Games



It's been a long day. I walk through the door and sigh heavily before I begin peeling the rain slicked clothes from my body. The rain had felt good, cooling my heated skin, but even the icy rain had no effect on the pulsing heat between my thighs that has plagued me since this morning. I smirk at that, the odd looks I've been getting from people aren't surprising. My eyes must have looked so distant to them, my attention drifting as my mind would torment me, even now the images come hard and fast and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. 

I continue to pull off my wet clothes, grasping the bottom of my shirt I pull it up and over my head, gasping as the fabric runs against sensitive skin. I remove my bra quickly and then slide my pants down my legs, enjoying the feel of the cool air as it nips at my freshly exposed flesh. Finally, I slide my underwear down over my hips and let them drop to floor with the rest of my clothing. 

Stepping into the bathroom I turn on the shower and step under the hot stream of water, moaning softly as the water touches my naked skin, setting fire to my already aroused body. Under the current my mind brings more images, fantasies of what it could be like, your skin to mine, lips to flesh, tongue to tongue. I moan and run my hand down over my breast, teasing my nipple as I picture your mouth there, sucking, nipping, hungry, and insistent. 

I lean against the shower wall moaning softly as my other hand slides over my stomach to the inside of my thigh and then up, I arch my back as my fingers brush against my warm, wet clit. The images are clearer, more insistent, you sucking and nipping at my neck, my nails biting into your shoulder. You run your hands up my arms and pin them above my head as your body pins mine to the wall behind me. One hand holds mine as the other traces down over my breast and down my stomach, teasing as you play with the sensitive skin of my sides. My body rocks against yours of its own accord, begging you to move lower. You comply, your hand moves lower skimming me, moving to the inside of my thigh then back up, circling me, teasing, wanting me to beg. I moan in frustration and arch against you, "please," I whimper. You smirk and kiss me, biting my lower lip as your finger slides in slowly, I gasp against your mouth, my hands still held above my head. 

These images continue to run through my head as I slide my own finger in, seeking some relief from the tension racking my body. In my fantasy you slide another finger in, reaching deeper as I moan and arch against you; I slide my second finger in as well using my thumb to rub my clit, slowly as I want the sensation to last. You pull your fingers away and I whimper in protest. Your lips silence mine before you leave my mouth to kiss down my neck to my chest. Your hand starts to leave mine and I begin to lower my arms, you pull them back up, shaking your head slightly before running your hands down my arms, grinning as I don't attempt to move them. 

You kiss down my chest to my stomach dropping slowly to your knees you kiss around my naval, swirling your tongue against my skin and biting gently before dropping your head to kiss the inside of my thigh. I shiver as you run your tongue across my skin biting my lip in an effort to stay focused with reality. Your tongue brushes against my clit as you circle it and that line with reality snaps, I moan as you take me into your mouth, sucking hard. You lift one of my legs and rest it on your shoulder as you continue to suck and nibble. One hand moves to slide a finger in and my mind spins out of control, I moan again, your name escaping my lips. You drive me farther and farther, right to the brink before you pull away. I'm gasping and moaning, barely feeling the water running down my body, my own fingers speed up as you stand and allow me to drop my hands to your shoulders as you poise yourself at my entrance. "Open your eyes," you demand and I comply, having not realized they were closed, my eyes find yours, "what do you want?" you ask.

"You, now, please," I whimper, my eyes hold yours as you slowly slide into me, allowing me to get used to the feel of you. My body screams in delight and my muscles clench around you as you start off with an agonizingly slow pace, "faster," I moan, my nails biting into your back, I kiss to your shoulder and bite, "harder." You thrust harder and faster. My breathing comes harder and my moans louder as you carry me higher and higher, with one final thrust I clench around you as you cum inside me, one final moan and I scream your name. 

I clench around my own fingers, sighing softly as I get a small release from the tension that plaques me, I lean against the shower wall and catch my breath, "John..." is all I whisper.