12 comments/ 91611 views/ 49 favorites Okay... Ch. 01 By: rifkinraf Part 1 – Tammy I've spent some time trying to piece together when and where it started working the way it does today, but I can't. I do know that if it worked when I was a child, and my mother was still around, I would have had all the toys I wanted. I do remember a few times when I was young saying under my breath "please leave," or something to that effect when Baywatch would come on getting to watch it alone. Once or twice things like being in the supermarket and seeing a hot woman by herself and pleading in a whisper to no one, "just bend over, let me see up your skirt a little," and then getting to see her panties. Really though, I think everyone has experiences like that. I always just thought it was luck. The first time I was aware of what was happening was with my step sister, Tammy. She was about half a year older than me, and we were both wasting our first summer out of college at my dad's, and her mom's house in Phoenix while they were in Hawaii. Tammy would have been good looking if a bag was over her head. She had gone to college on a track scholarship. She was svelte legged, had an amazing ass, slender well muscled waist, an antigravitic 34B, and about as pretty on the front of her head as a mud fence that had been used for target practice with a machine gun. Tammy and I had only known each other since our last couple of years in high school. Our parents had been married for about five years, and for those five years we had both spent four in college. She wasn't really family to me, just some hot girl I didn't want to make eye contact with. I had been watching TV in a pair of swim trunks, trying to keep cool. She was parading her tall, lean, tanned body around in a red string bikini top and short shorts. The shorts weren't short enough that her ass was hanging out, but were tight enough to see the outline of the bikini bottoms underneath. We crossed paths in the kitchen. There was a pileup trying to get to the fridge, and it escalated into name calling. She called me an asshole, and I said, "You can suck my dick." Her eyes glazed over, she set the pitcher of tea she had in her hand down on the counter and started to slowly walk toward me. With the vacant expression on her face I really didn't know what to expect from her. Our fights had turned a little violent in the past, slapping mostly, but normally when that happened she looked more pissed. I didn't know then what the blank stare was or what to expect from it. About halfway to me she blandly said, "Okay." I raised my hands as she got nearer in case she attacked, but to my surprise she dropped to her knees instead. She yanked my trunks right down, and my cock was in her mouth in a matter of seconds. I was in disbelief. My mouth hung open and I heard somebody using my voice to say, "Woah dude." She got it hard in no time, and worked it in quick, long, fluid, handless, strokes, whipping her ponytail into her back as she did. I just let her work. Within five or ten minutes I was cumming hard in her mouth. I was too light headed from my orgasm to notice where the cum went, but I like to think she swallowed it without being told to. "Oh my god." She looked up at me while I caught my breath. I grinned down at her half panicked face. "Oh my god, Mike," she said again, "You CANNOT tell anybody I did that." I nodded, and gasped out an, "yeah." "I don't know what came over me." She stood and poured a glass of tea, swishing it around in her mouth and spitting it into the sink. "You should put your pants back on, dude." Still stunned from what happened, I nodded again, and said, "yeah," but just stood there. "No, really. This is awkward." She pointed a manicured nail at my crotch, "Pants, Mike. You should wear them." I pulled my trunks up, "Right. Pants. Don't tell. Got it." Blankly she said, "You're a fucking cretin," and walked out of the room to spend the next twenty minutes franticly brushing her teeth. I didn't know what to do with the fact that my sort-of-hot step sister just blew me in our parent's kitchen. I especially didn't know what to do with the fact that it seemed like she did it because I told her to, and that she seems to think she did it of her own volition. I went back to staring at the TV, but really my mind was racing over what just happened. Tammy came into the room after a while. "So we're adults, right? We aren't actually related." I looked away from the TV to her. She had her arms crossed over her chest and what I guess was an agonized look on her hideous face. "That was just a thing. Just between us." She paused waiting for a response from me, "Right?" I had to figure this thing out, and she had spent long enough brushing her teeth that I was feeling ready for more. "Take your shorts off." She did. No hesitation. Her horrible face was glazed slightly again, but the full view of her bikini made up for it. "Go in the back yard, by the hot tub." She walked to the sliding glass door, opened it, and walked over to the above ground hot tub. "Huh." I got up and followed her out. I was already starting to get hard again, and she wasn't even doing anything yet. I stood about three feet from her, facing each other and said, "Turn around. Bend over the edge." She did. The top edge of the hot tub was just below her hips, she was close enough to the surface of the water that her hair, and even her tits, dipped into the tiny waves occasionally. I walked up behind her and quickly untied the right side of her bikini bottoms, leaving them to hang like a red flag from her other hip. She didn't protest. I grabbed her round, beautiful ass with both hands. She still didn't protest. I kept a firm grip with my left hand, and raised my right to my mouth and spit on my first two fingers. I smeared the spit on her asshole, and finally she pleaded, "No, please." "Just let me put my fingers in your ass." "Okay." Okay? She said okay. I looked around quickly to make sure this wasn't some kind of prank, that nobody was waiting to jump out of the bushes and shout, "JUST KIDDING! Man, aren't you a fucking idiot?" and slid two fingers slowly into my step sisters asshole. She gasped, but she didn't say no. I worked her asshole with my fingers for a few minutes, but got over the novelty pretty quick. I really wanted a better idea of how this thing I was doing worked. "Hold your ass open for me." Both of her hands came around and held her cheeks apart. Her face nearly dipped into the water when she did, but her well muscled body held her back up. I walked over to where she had been tanning earlier in the day. I didn't know what I was looking for, but figured I at least needed some suntan oil for this. I found it, and nearby was a one liter water bottle. "Oh. That should do." I walked back to where she was bent over the tub, already smearing oil on the bottle. She had a cute little gape going still from my fingers, every so often it puckered shut as I watched. "Alright Tammy. I'm going to put this up your ass." I didn't know what to expect, so, "Please don't," wasn't a surprise. "Come on , let me put it up your ass." This time she whimpered, "Okay." Huh. Okay again? I needed more experimentation, but right then, I really needed to sodomize my step sister with that bottle. I was amazed at how easy it was to get in there. She gasped , and shouted, "Ow dude!!!"She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, tears ran at the corners of her eyes, and she started to hyperventilate a little, "That really hurts!" "Well, you better start enjoying it." She kept hyperventilating around the word, "okay." Tears kept running at her eyes, and her face still looked like she was almost in pain. Almost. The change in her posture though was undeniable. She ground back against the bottle as if she was trying to signal a low flying plane with the bikini bottoms still tied to her hip. Her thighs started to quake, and her heavy breathing turned to a high pitched wine. I stood watching in awe, holding the bottle in place as her nearly perfect body convulsed in a long, brutal, all anal orgasm. She arched her back as she drew a heavy breath, then flopped as if exhausted, face first into the hot tub. Bubbles rose from the sides of her head, then stopped. I was still totally stunned and instead of, I don't know, helping her or something, I just said in a panic, "Shit... Tammy! Don't drown!" She whipped her head back, coughed out a lung or two's worth of water, and said breathlessly, "okay." Holy shit. Through the clear bottle I could plainly see what was probably the only part of her body I wanted to look at less than her face. I pulled it out and tossed it aside on the patio. Her asshole slowly tried to regain its original shape. Below it, her pussy had frothed up and slicked her blonde pubes down around its edges. Drips from it ran down the insides of her thighs to her knees, even over the bikini bottoms. My cock was hard before, but something about her flopping into the tub and nearly drowning made it feel like it was going to explode. I had to do it. "I'm going to fuck you." "Come on! What the fuck?" she whined. Right then, I think I got it. I had to ask in a way that still gave her the option to say yes or no. "Can I fuck you?" Calmly this time, "Okay." Bingo. I pulled my trunks down, kicked them aside, and slid my cock directly into her blonde framed vagina. She groaned. I did too. I went slow for a couple minutes as some part of my brain ran around in circles, high-fiving the other parts, shouting, "Dude! You are fucking TAMMY!" Once that stopped and I could get into it, I picked up the pace. Her hands had moved to the edge of the hot tub, applying the pressure that kept her face out of the water. Her chin occasionally slapped the surface, and dipped low enough that she had to spit out mouthfulls of water every fourth or fifth time I slammed my cock into her. I had to do something about her hands. "You should put your hand up your ass." She looked back over her shoulder at me, and said calmly, "Okay." She reached over and grabbed the suntan oil with her left hand, generously applied it to her right, and forced the whole thing past her sphincter in one go like it was nothing. Compared to the bottle, it basically was nothing. The pressure against my cock was insane though. It was as though her vagina was suddenly trying to wring out a cock shaped sponge. We both groaned in different tones at the same time. I reached up and grabbed her ponytail with my right hand, I went back to fucking her slowly as she awkwardly fisted her ass. I lifted her left leg up onto the edge of the hot tub, getting us both a better angle. It also kept her free left hand flailing in the air. "Don't drown." As my meaning became clear to her, her expression twisted into what I guess could have been panic. With her face it probably would have been a similar expression if I had just handed her a kitten or a time bomb. "Okay," she whimpered. I kept my right hand tangled in her hair, but now instead of pulling, pushed. I planted my elbow in her back to help, and pulled at the edge of the hot tub with my left hand for leverage. She hit the surface with a slap. Bubbles rose from around her head. Her right hand continued pumping at her asshole, while her left uselessly slapped at the water. The bubbles stopped, and her right hand started to slow. I kept fucking her. Her right hand nearly stopped, then twitched. I hauled her head out of the water. She gasped when she broke the surface, but it caught in her throat and coughed out water. Her right arm jerked in time with her cough, and eventually she started pumping it again. Without warning I leaned my elbow into her back again and she plunged into the water. The bubbles seemed to stop faster this time, her right hand twitched almost immediately. I pulled her out, and again she caught her breath. I yanked back at her hair, turning her slightly so she lay over the corner of the tub instead, keeping her out of the water for now. I let go of her ponytail and let her head hang over the grass. She was gasping for breath but slowly it returned to something like I imagined normal breathing was for getting fucked while fisting your own ass. I reached up and untied the back strap of her bikini top. I let it hang lose around her neck, and slowly took up the halter in my right hand, tightening it around her throat. When she realized what was happening her left hand clutched for the bikini top. Her eyes bugged at me over her shoulder, and I kept tightening the top around her throat. "Baby, let me choke you," I whispered sweetly into her ear. Her left hand lowered and she croaked, "Okay." I continued in a loving tone, "You can struggle if you want." I pulled the top tightly around her throat, planting my elbow in her back again for extra leverage. Her lips looked a little swollen from the pressure, but mouthed something that looked like, "Okay." Her right hand left her ass, and oilslicked it's way up to the back of my head. She couldn't get a grip with it, but her left pulled the front down enough that she could catch a short breath. With her twitching and arching I could barely get a thrust in. Eventually she kicked out with one of her powerful legs against the side of the hot tub. We twisted and toppled over the edge of the tub and into the grass. I was on my back, and she was turned at an angle to me face down. My right hand was still twisted in the bikini top around her throat. I tightened it and circled back around on top of her while she struggled for her bearings and her breath. I got my knees between her thighs and forced them outward. I looped my left arm around the outside of her elbow, grabbing the back of her neck and pinning her arm to my side. I pushed down gently on the back of her neck with my left, and pulled up at the bikini top with my right. She coughed out a rumbling choke as her right hand slapped at my side. I rubbed my cock against her, and easily slipped into her stretched out ass. I started fucking it savagely. I leaned down over her shoulder and looked into her face. Both of her eyes were red from the chlorine, a trickle of blood ran down her nose from the fall, her lips were swollen, her mouth wide open and gasping. "Tammy sweetheart, you should cum for me." She blinked once, and then she exploded. Her eyes rolled in her head, her mouth fruitlessly sucked at air, her pelvis rolled in time with my cock thrusts, both of her knees buckled as though they were actually supporting a weight, leaving her toes curling into the air. I wasn't long after that. I pumped what felt like a massive load into her ass. I came so hard I got a leg cramp and rolled off of her to the side to stretch it out. I laid there on my back staring at the sky, in the grass, one knee pulled up against my chest. Tammy, got her elbows under her ribs with her shoulders up and her face hung, gasping for breath at the grass. She broke the silence. "Wow." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She leaned her head back, looking at me instead of the grass." I don't know if it's more unbelievable that I let you do all that, or that I enjoyed it so much." I told her to enjoy it, right? Did that happen? Did she consent to enjoying it, or was that just a perk? I laughed uncomfortably while my mind raced on the consequences of all this. "You should make me lunch." "Fuck you, Mike." Huh. It was worth a shot I guess. More to come!) Okay... Ch. 02 Tammy and I spent the rest of the day recovering. We had a short conversation about it, but that's about all. "Dude, that was fun and all, but I don't even really like you." I couldn't help but chuckle a little at her frankness. "Yeah. Maybe it's best we just don't mention that again." She looked at me blankly and affirmed, "Okay." "But yeah. If we're in the same place at the same time again, there's nothing wrong with fun. Make Thanksgiving more interesting at least." She breathed deep, and sighed around a starry eyed, "Yeah." She went to her room, and I went out to a local dive bar and stared at a basketball game on the TV. Tammy had gone for pre-law in college. She had a law school all lined up and was leaving for it before my dad, and her mom got back from their vacation. I on the other hand had made one of the worst decisions of my life and got a Liberal Arts degree. My prospects at the time were limited to a handful of resumes I had sent to Starbucks, and Applebee's. I didn't even know if I was staying in Phoenix when our parents got back, but didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. I was just kind of lost. I had a week between when Tammy left and when my dad and his wife got back. Instead of figuring out what the fuck I was doing with my life, I decided I was going to continue my experiments with whatever the hell I was doing to Tammy. It seemed like when I told her to do something, normally she said no, but when I asked her to do something, or when I sought her consent, she said yes. I thought back on my dating experience and could not for the life of me remember a time I had asked a woman if we could do something and she said no. Many times, in particular with anal, women I was with would object to something before I asked, but when I did just ask, they always said yes. I had never before taken it as far as I had with Tammy though. I think mostly just because the fact that we were having sex at all was so unexpected, I realized something more had to be at work. I dropped Tammy off at the Airport on the day she was leaving. I had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my day. On the way home I stopped at a strip mall liquor store to fill out an application, and there in the rum aisle, was something to do. She was maybe 5 foot 3 if she took her six inch platform heels off, straight three-tone blonde/black/crayon-red hair to her waist, her chest was large to the point of clearly fake, the same could be said of her lips, and she had that deeply tan almost crisped looking skin you saw everywhere in the southwest. Between the tan and the obvious penchant for cosmetic surgery her age was unplaceable. She could have been anywhere between 25 and 65. She was wearing Jackie-O style sunglasses, a short, pleated, black miniskirt, and a tight, plain white tank top that left her neon pink leopard print bra clearly displayed. I gave up on the application before I even saw it and approached her. "Hi." She looked at me briefly with a perturbed expression, then turned her attention back to the bottles. "Could you tell me your name?" "It's Linda." She made a shocked face as if to add, "Why the fuck did I tell you my name?" "I'm Mike. What are you doing today, Linda?" She snatched a bottle off the shelf, shook it at me violently, half smiled in a mean kind of way, and turned to leave. "Can we go get coffee?" She said, "Okay," and froze in her tracks. She turned slowly to look at me, and now had an expression of legitimate shock on her face. "Right now?" She still looked shocked at her own behavior, but said "Okay," anyway. I was pretty impressed that it was working, and also suddenly very impressed that Tammy had seemed so willing. "Buy your stuff, you can catch up to me outside." Outside the heat was coming off the pavement so hot you could not have properly fried an egg on it. Linda joined me after a moment, and shook her head and scowled at me a little, then confirmed, "I don't know why I'm doing this." I pointed across the lot to a coffee shop, and said, "I think we should drive to the Starbucks. It's fucking hot. Can we take your car?" She half smiled that angry little smile again, and said, "Okay." She drove her Jeep Wrangler across the parking lot, pulled into a spot and started to get out. I interrupted her, "Hey, Linda? What do you think about sucking my cock first?" Her face settled into a hard look of disgust, her mouth hung open a little in shock, her whole face was saying, "What the fuck is your problem?" But her surgically sculpted mouth revolted and just said the word, "Okay," with a twitch. She leaned over my lap, undid my pants, said, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and filled her mouth with my already half hard cock. She wasn't very good at it. Her heavily padded lips felt like they were barely making contact. She didn't even try to get it in much past the head. "Can you take it deeper?" She mumbled a response around my cock. I had a pretty good idea what it was. She started taking it deeper. Her throat sloshed around the head of my cock, and she gagged a little. Her saliva started running down my balls and inner thigh. "A little deeper, baby. You can get it all the way, I know you can." She stopped working with any rhythm at all and just tried to mash her face into my pubes at odd intervals, pulling up so she could keep breathing. She still had about an inch or two left. I asked sweetly, "Can I help?" and pushed as hard as I could on the back of her head. She gagged hard and loud. Saliva exploded from around my cock, even out of her nose. Her hand slapped at my thigh, but I kept the pressure on the back of her head until she made pleading eye contact with me. I pulled her off by her hair, tipping her head back so I could look right into her face. Her makeup had started running from her eyes, and spit hung off of her mouth and collected in her cleavage. "Just like that, but faster, okay?" I kicked my left leg up onto her seat and she slid down into the footwell. She had her palms on my thighs and was fucking me hard and fast with her mouth. Her slobber ran down her chin and neck, it soaked her flimsy top from the cleavage out. Her eye makeup had now streaked her face, and one of her eyes was looking a little bloodshot. Her lipstick was smeared mostly on my cock, but some had gotten up across her cheekbone. She kept that pace for longer than I would have thought possible, but eventually she got me there. "Let me give you a facial." She pulled her head back leaving long strings of spit hanging between her mouth and my dick. I stroked myself off slowly, making her stare down my throbbing cock for a length of time that could have been considered cruel. Eventually I did cum though. And I came a lot. My first shot hit her upper lip, and splattered upward under her eye, running down and mixing with her escaping makeup. The second across the bridge of her nose. The rest either made it in her mouth, running down her chin, or joined the damp spot in her cleavage. She immediately went to clean it up. "No no no. You should leave it like that." Her eyes bugged at me. She shuddered a little. She was clearly terrified, but said, "Okay." "Lets go get coffee now." Again, she twitched like the Abe Lincoln Puppet at the Hall Of Presidents, and defeatedly said, "Okay." We walked toward the coffee shop, I stopped on the sidewalk. "I'm going to grab that table, get me an iced coffee, okay?" Her head twitched like it would start sparking and catch fire at any moment. "Okay." I held the door for her and she walked into the Starbucks that had my resume on file, with a mess of, cum, spit, and mascara dripping off of her face soaking into her preposterously fake tits. I sat down, and honestly was pretty damn pleased with myself. This had been a really successful test. This woman didn't even want to talk to me, but just by asking she let me facefuck her in public, give her a facial, and send her into a coffee shop to order with cum all over her face. I think the experiment was over. Now I was going to have some fun. When she came back her face was ashen under all the fluids. "I can't believe I did that. Everybody stared, but nobody said anything." She held her cup up to take a sip of her drink, it had, "CUMDUMPSTER," written on the side where it should have said, "Linda." "This is turning you on though, right?" Her eye twitched, and she breathed heavily. Calmly said, "It is now." She took another sip, and said, "Yeah, this is really hot. Thank you." "Why don't you clean up you face?" "Okay." She reached into her purse, presumably for some Kleenex. "No." I put my hand gently on her wrist. "Use your panties, baby." Both of her eyelids twitched, and she took a deep breath. Slowly she pushed her chair back a little. She didn't even look around to see if she was being watched first, just spread her legs, hiked up the front hem of her skirt, flashed a sheer pair of lacy zebra print briefs at me, and slowly started sliding them down her thighs. The panties got stuck on the strap of one of her shoes, and she struggled getting them free for nearly 15 seconds, repeatedly flashing her pussy at me while she did. She didn't have tanlines, her pubic hair was waxed into a heart, and she was clearly dripping wet. Once they were free, she wiped at her face with them slowly and deliberately, making eye contact with me the whole time. "Am I getting it all?" "A little right there still." I pointed to her cheekbone, and she wiped it up. She dipped the panties into her cleavage and they came back out leaving a trail of moisture up to her collarbones. She continued wiping, but at this point she was just smearing it around. She held them up by a corner and said, "What do I do with these?" "Normally people wear them." She took the clue. "Okay." She pushed her chair back a little more, stood up, and stepped, one platformed heel at a time into the dripping wet panties. As she pulled them up the dampness made them get rolled at the waist a little and she stood there fighting it with her skirt hiked all the way up for several seconds. Finally she got it untwisted and ran a fingertip from each hand under the lace edge on either side of her ass snapping it into place. She dropped the hem of her skirt, smoothed it with her hands and sat back down. She looked me right in the face and said, "I forgot your name, but if I don't get off soon I'm going to explode." I reached out and touched her hand. "Now I want to see that." She looked at me, and even though she had traces of the same glazed look Tammy had, I could see that under it was fear. Fear and lust. Fearlust. "Oh god." "And I'm Mike." "Right," she said. "Mike." "Why don't you start masturbating? Right now." She dipped a hand under the table and even though it was out of sight, it was apparent that she had started doing just that. "If you leave those panties on, and keep at that for the next," I looked at my cell phone, "four hours, without cumming, I'll let you get off." Her face almost wanted to protest, but still she said, "Okay," then started nodding and repeated in a remarkably different tone, "Okay. Yeah." "Give me your number and I'll check on you in a couple of hours." "Okay. Oh god. Is this happening?" She made a halfway to orgasm face, and recited her number to me almost as though she was singing it. I entered her number, stood up, started to take a step away, and said, "You can go do that someplace more private, you know." "Thank you." She stood up too, with her right hand clearly tucked down the front of her panties, and started walking toward her Jeep not even slowing her obvious masturbating. "I'm just going to walk back to my car, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you tonight, okay?" "Yeah you will." "And I want your underwear nice and fucking filthy. Think you can do that?" "Yes." "Alright. Stay hydrated." I drove to that same awful dive bar and had a beer. This time stared at a hockey game on the TV. About two hours later I sent Linda a text. It read, "Still at it?" Her reply took a minute, but it said, "Yes." "Show me?" Another minute or two a picture came through. She was sitting in a chair with her legs spread wide, holding the camera between her knees and shooting up. Her pussy was visible through the sheer zebra print, and it was clearly stuffed with a dildo as big around as a beer can. Her fingers were tucked down the waistband stroking her clit. There was a wet spot on her thighs and the chair she was sitting on big enough to make it look as though she had spilled a glass of water in her lap. At text followed it. "I can't cum. I've been trying. Please. Let me finish." I stopped oogling the picture just long enough to reply, "No." Followed it with, "You've got three more hours." "Please. My roommate is home now and I know she can hear me masturbating. I want to finish." "You should dp yourself. Do you have another dildo?" "I don't." "See if you can find something else?" A brief wait and the reply came, "Okay." Holy shit. It worked over text. A few minutes later, "I got a hairspray can. My roommate saw me though, and said I should be ashamed." In a small fit I replied, "Is how you should feel any of her business?" with, "Are you putting it in your ass?" right on top of it. "Yeah." "Prove it?" A reply seemed to take forever. I asked the bartender for another beer while I waited. Eventually it came through. This time she was bent over in front of a mirror. The panties were stretched around not just the beer can dildo, but also around a (slightly) smaller actual can of hairspray up her ass. One of her hands was dipped down the front rubbing her swollen clit, and the other pushed at the base of the can in her ass from outside of the panties. The panties were noticeably soaked, and her inner thighs glistened with moisture the whole length of what was in the picture. "Could you give me your address?" "Okay." She sent her address. It wasn't far from the strip mall I met her in. "I'm going to come by in about an hour and a half. Just keep masturbating. Let your roommate answer the door." Her reply took a little longer again, and I imagined her twitchy Abe-Lincoln-catching-fire face, but eventually she said, "Okay." An hour and a half later I was at her door. Her house was in a development, and the houses were all easily in the seven or eight figures range. How and why she lived here and needed a roommate was beyond me. I rang the bell and a few moments later the door creaked open. I suddenly didn't care why she had a roommate. She couldn't have been over 20 (but clearly over 18... pervert!). Her face had that cute glow of youth that would fade in a couple of years into breathtaking. She had blue eyes and blonde hair. Her waist was slight and firm, her hips broad for her size, her butt was thick and well curved, her skin evenly lightly tanned. Even though she was tiny her breasts were probably a 32 D, and unlike Linda's appeared natural. She was wearing a long, tight fitting gray and black striped dress and wedge sandals. "Can I help you?" With the door open, I could hear Linda clearly moan-screaming in the background. I pointed at her like I was trying to guess her name, "Would you like to go for a drive? Right now?" "Okay." It came right away. She didn't even look that glazed. I was almost flattered. She closed the door and walked out to my car in the driveway. "Who are you?" "I'm a friend of Linda's." She started to look a little alarmed, so I added, "Could you lock yourself in please? And please stay calm, nothing bad is going to happen." "Okay." She pushed the button on the door down and I put my car into reverse and backed out of the driveway and went to drive around the block. "Linda says you think she should be ashamed?" "She's been masturbating like a maniac for hours." "And that's shameful?" "Uh, yeah." She made a face like she was cleaning up a dead roach. "She's such a fucking slut. It's disgusting." This was going to be fun. "Be a peach, and hang your panties on my rearview." I reached up and tapped the mirror. There was hesitation and a little fear in her voice, but she said, "Okay." She pulled her dress up, and her panties quickly down. They were a tiny pink and green striped thong. She stretched them over the mirror and left them hanging. "Thanks. I take it you don't masturbate? Ever." She crinkled her face up, "Ugh. Linda's friends are so fucking creepy. Why did I even leave with you?" "You and I should hang out with Linda a little, but then you should go fuck some guy you know. One you don't even like very much. Maybe offer to blow any of his friends he can get over there too." Both of her eyes bugged, and one of the started to twitch. Her mouth hung open. She didn't say anything yet. "Maybe they could film it? Ooh. You should let them all cum in your ass too, no condoms. You could let it all drip out into a bowl, and then eat it after they've all came. Bring me the video?" I excitedly drummed on the steering wheel. She continued twitching out a response as I rounded my fourth left turn in a row, and pulled back into the driveway. Eventually it came, and she sounded completely defeated, hollow, "Okay." She nearly sobbed it, like it had caught in her throat. We got out and walked into the house. Linda was groaning and moaning so loud there wasn't a place in the house you couldn't hear it. Likewise the whole house reeked of her vagina, there was no amount of aromatherapy candles that was going to drown that out. I pointed at the sofa, and curtly said, "Blonde-girl. Sit." She sat. Something in her face appeared so much more broken than Tammy or Linda's. "Call your friend now. Tell him what you're going to do, and that you'll be there in an hour." She got out her phone and started dialing. I shouted, "Linda, you can stop now. Come down here." Linda kneeknocked down the hallway, still with the two objects crammed in her panties. She dropped to her knees and slowly flopped forward, face first onto the carpet. She looked exhausted. Her roommate started talking. "Hi. James? Yeah, it's Jen. I was wondering if I could come over and fuck you? Yeah. Tonight. No, it's not a joke. Uhhuh. Yeah. Could you invite a bunch of your friends though?" Linda looked at me with an absolutely devious look on her face. "Yeah. I'll suck off whoever you can get over there. They can fuck my ass too. Without condoms. I want the cum in my ass. All of it." Linda listening from the floor cocked an eyebrow and said breathlessly at me, "I love you." "And then I want to eat it. Yeah. I want to eat all of their cum out of my own ass. No. It's not a joke. I don't care, whoever you can get. Yeah. Anybody that shows up can bareback my ass. I'll be there in an hour. Uhhuh. Yeah. And I need somebody to film it for me. Yeah. No, it's not a joke. I'll be there in an hour." She hung up and put her phone down. Her face looked like she was going to be sick. I was on the fence about asking her to enjoy it. Linda chuckled into the carpet, rolled over on her back, and panted around, "You're amazing." "She's got a busy night ahead of her, but I think she lost her panties someplace. Blonde-girl, show her." Linda's roommate stood up and slowly hiked up the hem of her dress exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "She can't go out like that, the boys might think she's a slut. We don't want them to think she's a slut. Do you think she could have yours?" "Oh, yes. Yes." Excitedly, Linda started shimmying out of the stained and soaked zebra briefs. Linda was probably a size or two smaller than her roommate everywhere but the tits, so the full bottomed panties were probably going to be a tight fit. She got them off of one ankle, and both the dildo and the hairspray slid out of her onto the carpet and rolled away a little. She held the panties up at arms reach and her roommate just looked at them, horrified. Okay... Ch. 02 "Go ahead, take them." She plucked them out of Linda's hand with her index finger and thumb, and held them up like they might bite her. "Oh, but they're so dirty. You should wash them." She looked relieved, but her relief ended when I cleared my throat and added sternly, "In your mouth." Linda's roommate teared up a little, her brow was crinkled to the point her face was nearly unrecognizable. She quakingly said, "Okay..." She wadded the panties up in her palm and slowly stuffed them into her terror filled face. "If you sit down, I'll help with that." She sat, and I undid my pants. My cock was already rock hard, and shot out like a switchblade as I lowered my pants. "Open a little?" She did and I stuffed the panties further into her mouth with my cock. She gagged and choked, but the panties muffled it well. I put a hand on the back of her head, and the other on her throat I slowly, gently fucked her mouth for several minutes. Drool soaked the panties, and hung off her chin. The smell of my dried cum, and Linda's pussy wafted out of this blond teenagers mouth like she ate it five meals a day. "Oh man. I forgot I told Linda I would let her cum." I looked down into her fear filled eyes, "Hang on just a sec, okay?" She mumbled something around everything in her mouth. I turned to Linda and asked, "Could I fuck your ass a little? I just want some of it on my dick before it goes back in her mouth." The blonde girl whimpered. Linda nodded the affirmative. She rolled facedown again, spread her checks open for me, and I slipped my dick into her already well fucked ass. Linda started up with the scream-moaning again right away. Watching her medically misproportioned body roll in time with thrusts was strange. She almost didn't even look like a human being. I fucked her for about 10 minutes at a strong steady pace before the alarm on her phone sounded. She grunted, and said, "You promised," through a tight throat. "Is it that time already?" Linda screamed, "IT IS," at the top of her lungs, then started wordlessly screeching, occasionally swearing in complete gibberish. Both of her hands clutched at the carpet. Her toes and knees dug in, pushing her ass harder against the base of my cock with each thrust. He roommate sat watching and crying, one corner of Linda's filthy panties hanging from her pouting mouth. Linda's screams got throatier, and she clenched her jaw shut. She was spraying spit and sweat off of her lips like a rabid animal. From behind her I could hear the grinding sound of her teeth being crushed together. Her back arched, and her hands started quaking. She threw her head back and shouted something completely incomprehensible at the ceiling for nearly 20 seconds. She shuddered, snapped down one deep breath. Her head dropped to the carpet, and she was completely motionless. I kept fucking her ass, but now my attention had turned to the crying blonde girl on the sofa. I stared straight into her eyes thrusting into Linda's maybe unconscious body. I didn't say anything. I just pulled out, stood, and stepped over Linda back to teenager. I jammed my cock into her mouth, and went right back to fucking it. She gagged, and sputtered, and cried. Her palms occasionally tapped at my thighs, pleadingly. I kept going for quite a while, but eventually came in her mouth, soaking the panties again. It wasn't that spectacular of an orgasm, but it accomplished what I was after. "Okay darling," I pulled my cock out of her mouth and lightly slapped her with it. "You should put those on and get to your date." She started to do just that, crying a little as she did. "Oh, and you should tell them you want to do it again in a week, so they have time to get more men there." She had the panties up around one calf, was stepping into them with her other foot. She stopped to look up at me. She said blankly one more time, "Okay." She got them all the way up, and they were indeed too small. Under her tight dress they left severe VPL, as well as a quickly forming damp spot. She opened the door to leave, and I stopped her before she had a chance to walk out into the night, "Oh! Blonde-girl! Have fun tonight, okay?" She turned to face me and she looked like a new person again. She was smiling, beaming. She said, "Okay! I'll try," and then, "thank you," as though she had laughed it. The door shut. I flopped on the sofa. A car started outside. "What a day, Linda." Linda's face lifted off the carpet to look at me, strands of slobber attempting to hold her to it. "For real." "You want to go make us some dinner?" Her head flopped back on the carpet. "Nope." God damn it. "What about a drink? You still got that rum you were buying this morning?" "Yeah, alright." She pushed herself up off of the carpet, and hobbled into the kitchen to make us some drinks. I shook my head and under my breath said, "What the fuck?" This thing was not a meal ticket. Got it. From the diaphragm I shouted into the other room, "How do you know that girl any way?" Linda came back, carrying two rum and cokes, flatly said, "She's my niece." Huh. Okay... Ch. 03 AUTHORS NOTE. This story contains breathplay. If you don't like choking, this story isn't going to make you like it. ***** "What do you think about just not giving me a ticket?" "I'm sorry sir, that's not how this works. You're welcome to show up for your court date and speak with the judge." In a pleasant tone I added, "Why don't you suck my cock before you write it at least?" In the Arizona sun I couldn't see through the police woman's mirrored sunglasses, but on the quiet shoulder of Highway 87 I could almost hear her eyelids spasm as she was trying to fight what my request was doing in her brain. Stonefaced and tonelessly she said, "Okay. Unlock your passenger door." I did just that as she walked around the front. Watching her through the windshield, I was impressed she was a cop. She could have been a pilates instructor. She was tall and lean, in really good shape for clearly being in her early 40s. Her bustline was average, and her hips a little on the broad side. The blue and grey uniform she had on was tight in the ass, but not obscenely so. She had long sun-bleached hair, done up in a ponytail. I kicked a leg over the center console, and she climbed in and got on her knees between my legs, tossing the ticket book on the passenger seat. Her hands went straight for my belt, and then I noticed the wedding band. I had been playing around with whatever weird power I had developed in the last couple of months. I was having sex with women I knew, women I knew that weren't interested in having sex with me, women I didn't know, hell, even my stepsister, Tammy. That seems to be all it's good for. I ask women if they would like to have sex, and they say, "Okay." I ask if they would like to have filthy degenerate, violent, humiliating sex that they would normally be opposed to, and they say, "Okay." I can ask the same women for money, or food, or in this example to not give me a speeding ticket and they scoff. Even though I've been doing this constantly since I first noticed it, this was the first time I've knowingly used it on a married woman. I wasn't surprised it was working in her matrimonyous state, but realizing what was happening here gave me an instant erection. She was legally committed to another man, and I was just taking it. Before I was done thinking through the implications of a married woman sucking my dick, she was getting on with it. I was really glad this woman had pulled me over. In my other experiments with the power, there had always almost seemed to be some hesitation still lurking behind the consent, but with this one, I felt like she really wanted that cock in her mouth and it just took the nudge to get her to do it. She got it full hard quickly, wrapped a hand tightly around the base, cupping her other hand firmly around my balls. She pulled back and licked the underside of the head, looked up at me over the top of her sunglasses. She stopped licking, pulled back and just watched my wet cock throb in her hand. The look on her face was like she just got everything she wanted for Christmas. And then she attacked it. She was working it deep and fast, gasping for breath through her nose and the corners of her mouth. Pulling back she worked the full length of my cock with her hand. Thick strings of spit stretched to her mouth as she sat up a little. She looked over the top of her sunglasses again, and said, "You fucking like that don't you? You like me sucking on your big hard cock?" I didn't recall asking her to talk dirty. "Yeah, you're fucking great at it." She kept slowly pumping with her hand, and I dug into the console looking for my phone. I came up with it and said, "Go back to it, I'm going to take some pictures." She cocked a smile at me, and said, "Okay, yeah." I snapped one right away, of her looking up at me, both hands on my slobber coated dick, drool coating her face, and grinning a guilty smile like she just admitted she likes pro wrestling and voted for Jerry Springer. Her hand left my balls, and her mouth slowly enveloped the head of my cock again. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, sticking to the tip of my cock. Spit was starting to pool in my seat. I wondered where her hand had gone, and then suddenly she was holding out the belt that held her gun and tazer. I snapped a picture before they wound up in the floorwell. She kept a slow, messy, and steady pace. Her knees kicked around on the seat a little, and I realized she had unzipped her pants, and squirmed her hand down the waistband of her panties. It wasn't long before the smell of the desert air was mixing with the scent of her pussy. I had taken several more pictures, when an idea came to me. "Do you want some pictures of this? Can I take some with your phone?" She pulled her head back again, sat up on her knees. "Okay." She kept stroking my cock and dug her other hand out of her panties and into her pocket. Sitting up I saw into her open pants. Her panties were mesh, and tiny low rise cut, dark blonde pubes clearly hanging out over the top. They were white with a big pink heart on the front, and the mesh was lose enough to clearly see what little of her pussy they covered. Really not the choice you would expect a grown ass woman to put on under her police uniform. Her hand came out with a phone, and she handed it to me. I opened the camera app, and snapped a picture before she got started again. Once she was back at giving me one of the better blowjobs of my life, I took a couple more. "Wow, this picture is really good." I held the phone so she could see it while she was still going to town on my cock. "Can I send it to some of your friends?" Hesitation. Finally. Eventually she mumbled something around my cock. I scrolled through her recent texts, A couple to coworkers, one clearly to her husband, and a few joking ones probably with a friend named Debbie. I wasn't quite feeling mean enough to get this woman fired. "How about Debbie? Can I send it to Debbie?" She mumbled around her mouthful again, and I attached the pic to a text to Debbie that said, "You should encourage me," and pressed send. Wherever Debbie was, she must have had her phone glued to her hand. A text came back from her right away that said, "ABOUT FUCKING TIME. Get it!" I showed the text to Officer Cocksuck, and said, "Well, Debbie seems to approve. Want to give her a better show?" Once again she leaned back, hand jammed down her pants again, and said, "Okay." "Scoot back, onto the ground." She did and I slid over the center console and into the passenger seat. "Unbutton your shirt." She slowly opened her shirt, exposing a simple beige bra. I handed her the phone when she was done. "Go back to sucking my cock, and take some selfies." She did just that. She really hammed them up too. A couple of her slapping herself right in the duckface with my cock. A couple of her looking shocked at the size. A couple of her kissing the underside gently. Licking the balls. Sucking on the head. And finally four or five of her with her face jammed in my pubes, and my cock all the way down her throat. I took the phone from her and sent three or four choice ones to her friend with a text that said, "Should I let him fuck me?" Debbie's reply again came quickly. "You look so happy! Okay. Why not fuck him?" I again showed Officer Cocksuck her replies, and said, "Well, Debbie approves. You want to fuck?" I expected the same response, but instead she said, "Of course I want to fuck." I suddenly had the feeling like maybe I didn't have kooky brain powers after all. She stood up, turned away, and shimmied down her pants a little. Her panties were equally absurd from the back. They were a tiny triangle top g-string, and so small they cut both into her hips and the tops of her firm ass cheeks. The sides had tiny pink bows, and they were straining to fit around her. I took a picture. "So, I have to know. Do you buy your underwear from the Juniors section?" She started to lean over on the door, said over her shoulder, "I ran out today. I borrowed this pair from my daughter." I just kind of basked in the amazingness of that for a second, then took another picture of her bent over. I slapped her on the ass hard, and stood up behind her. I didn't even have to pull the panties aside, they didn't cover any place that I was going to be putting my cock even a little. I mashed my spit-slick cock against the thread of a crotch they had, and it slid right into her pussy. I didn't take it slow, and I didn't take it easy. Right away I was pounding her pussy with everything I had. She was bouncing off the car door so hard I thought we might take it off the hinges. I snapped a couple more pictures. A car rolled by on the highway and blasted their horn. She reached a hand up and gave them the finger. I set the phone on the dash and while I was saw something on the floor that piqued my interest. I unsnapped them from her belt, and held them up, glinting in the sun. "Can I put your handcuffs on you?" Still no hesitation from this woman. "Yeah!" She wasn't even saying "Okay." Everything was much more affirmative. I felt like she wanted it. She stood up and got her hands behind her, I clacked them into place. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, close to the scalp, messing up her ponytail in the process. My elbows started to apply pressure to the small of her back, and I gently guided her neck into the deep V formed between the open door and the body of the car. I didn't bother telling her I was going to put it in her ass. Between her spit and the torrents coming from her pussy it went right in. She gasped, and choked out between clenched teeth, "Fuck. Yes." Again, I did not start off slow for her sake. I reached the cameraphone around and took a couple of shots of her face. With the sunglasses still on, it was impossible to tell if the face she was making was pain or ecstasy. Her teeth were clenched in a grimace, and spittle flew off her lips. One mascara stained tear streamed out from under the sunglasses. I set the phone on the small of her back, and took up two handfuls of hair again. I firmly applied pressure to the back of her head, forcing her throat down against the door. She started to say, "Oh god," but after the G it trailed off into a raspy gurgling cough. I left the pressure on for a few more seconds, and she stopped coughing. I left her throat lodged between the door and the car, and pounded her ass like a boxer at the speed bag. Eventually I yanked her head up, and she gasped for breath. It barely had time to catch in her throat when she started rambling like she was in need of an exorcist. Gasping and spittle flying off her lips she shouted at the sky, "Fuck my slut ass! Jam your fucking cock in there! Show it what you do to filthy fucking sluts! Show me what I get for wearing my daughter's slutty fucking panties!" I let go of her hair, and off balance she fell forward back into the gap between the door and the car. With my left hand I grabbed the chain on the handcuffs and slowly lifted them to keep her head down. She whimpered a little from the pressure at her shoulders, but it quickly trailed off into raspy and labored breathing as her throat was forced down on the edge of the metal again. I put my right hand on top of the door and slowly started closing it, narrowing the gap her throat was resting in. I kept at her ass, and as the door tightened on her throat she completely stopped breathing. Her hands started to grab at my wrist, and her knees shook like she was going to fall. Her ass gripped at my cock, and I could feel every muscle between her legs twitching like a bag full of rats having a fight. She was clearly in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. I slowed down, and just let her have it. When she stopped I let the door fall back open. I let go of her wrists and she fell off of my cock and onto her knees, chin still propped in the gap by the wing mirror. She stayed there twitching uncontrollably. I reached down in the footwell, this time picking up her 3 D cell Maglite. I didn't fuck around with it very long before it was deep in her ass. When it slid in she squealed and lifted her head off the door to look over her shoulder at me. Her lips were now swollen, snot ran from her nose, her sunglasses hung at a rake, both of her cheeks looked like a mascara bottle exploded on them. I grabbed at her hair and leaned her back against the side of the car so she was sitting on the flashlight. Her hands were still cuffed, and down on the ground below her, propping her up in an "M" shape. She was still gasping for breath, so stuffing my cock in her still open mouth was easy. She groaned around it, and even in her current state it was clear that she was a gifted cocksucker. I took to fucking her head instead of letting her do the work. A few short minutes of her sitting on her flashlight, with her head bouncing off the body panel of my car was all it took for me. I pulled out and blew the biggest load a guy that was getting laid whenever he wanted was capable of producing. It clung in her bangs, and slid off her sunglasses. It splattered on her lips, and stretched in thin threads between them moving in time with her heaving breath. I took a step back, and hands on my knees caught my breath. I picked up her phone from the gravel. "Just one more picture." I pointed the camera at her and said, "Smile!" There she was, pants around her ankles, squatting on her Maglite, happily sodomizing herself, wearing her daughter's sluttiest panties, handcuffed on the side of the road, and face covered in a strangers cum. The shutter clicked. "Wow. That one is great. Think I should send that one to your husband?" Her head twitched, and she said, "Okay." "Alright!" I opened up the text app and did just that. I helped her up, and got the cuffs off. I watched her start to get dressed again. "Oh. Hey!" I reached into the car and unlooped Linda's niece's discarded panties from the rearview mirror. "These might fit you better." She looked at the panties I was holding out to her. She took them and said, "That's actually really sweet. Thank you." She stepped out of her pants, and dropped her daughter's twat floss in the sand. She stood there barefoot and bottomless and brought the powder blue thong up to her face to check the cleanliness. They passed her inspection and she slowly stepped one foot into them and then the other, slid them up her toned legs and snapped the elastic to settle them into place. "Yeah, that's much better." She finished dressing, and gathered her things. I got back in the car, and she came around to the driver's window. She had cleaned off most of the errant mascara and the cum, but there was still a little stuck in her bangs. "I'm going to let you go with a warning on the brake light, but we take speeding very seriously out here." She handed me a ticket through the window. "Drive safely Mr Smith." Okay... Ch. 04 Something about the encounter with Officer Cocksuck didn't sit well with me. I very well may have ended her marriage, and that was the first time I had dragged someone I didn't even fuck into things. The selfies I made her send to her friend and eventually her husband had been hot as hell, but some tiny grain of a conscious grew on that and worked its way under my skin. In the months that followed, and only to avoid that guilt again, I tried to stop using the power so much. Encounters with strange women took a decline in frequency and franticness. I typically knew their names after I fucked them, and in time even before. My liberal arts degree finally got me a job. It even came with a little plastic badge stamped with my name and keys to the mall. Night security was pretty alright. Once an hour half of our two-man crew had to patrol the lot. When they were done, the other left his station at the monitors and did a walkthrough of the interior, mostly just to stave off falling asleep. Most of the guys I worked with were still in college, and I got to posture myself as The Man That Had Actually Graduated. Things like that kept my ego satiated when I wasn't feeding it women whole. One night, the last in a long line of failed bookstores was holding inventory. Out in the lot on my patrol, I saw her smoking on the loading dock. I pulled in just to make sure it was one of the employees, and not someone I had to call the cops on. Her name was Rene, and she was lovely. It took everything I had to get her phone number without asking. In honesty, I don't even recall how it happened anymore, but I was positive I hadn't used my kooky-brain-powers on her. It went that way for a while too. We went on dates just like normal people, and I remained confident I hadn't muddled her mind. Eventually I came to be sleeping at her house more often than my dad's, and then I didn't stay at his house at all. It worked for months, and it felt good. She wanted to be with me because of me, and not because I told her to be with me. I loved her. She was all I wanted to wake up to in the morning and go to bed with at night with. One day, I started to doubt it all though. It was a simple and calm disagreement about who got to be on top that night. The argument ended when she said a single word in a cold tone. "Okay." The gut punch of that word forced the idea that I could be a normal person out of me like stale air from my lungs. She came to say the word more and more. The relationship weighed on me like the lead vest at the dentist. I loved her, and inadvertently I was blotting her out of existence. I couldn't stay with her any longer; I couldn't take watching what I was doing. My father took me back in again, and my stepmother begrudgingly agreed. Last time I had stayed there for any length of time it was right after my graduation, and they had been on an extended vacation. Now though they were home. Since their return I had seen them only a few times. My stepmother, Gwen, was unpleasant enough that avoiding them was worthwhile. Adding to that was the awkwardness that came with seeing Tammy at family functions. When I called my dad he was out of town on business, but assured me that I could move back into the house. He said the room I stayed in last time had been converted to an office for Gwen's real estate business, but that I would be welcome to stay in Tammy's room. Gwen greeted me while I was still in the driveway. "You just had to fuck up again?" That scowl must have been chiseled directly into her skull, she never went without it. I didn't know Tammy's father, but I'm guessing she inherited a lot from him. The only physical aspects Gwen seemed to share with her daughter was the lower half. She kept in shape, and like Tammy, her legs were long, tanned, and would have looked at home on an anatomy study in marble. That day in the driveway she was wearing her tennis whites, and it may as well have been her twenty-year-old daughter's legs being shown off. In contrast to Tammy, she actually filled out the top pretty nicely too. Those may have been purchased though. Hell, as a real estate agent, they may have even been a business expense. I lifted my only bag out of the back seat and said, "I guess I did." I slanted a half smile at her. It didn't change her expression. "Listen you little shit," she shook her racket bag at me to punctuate, "You are out of here in one damn month this time." I shrugged at her, and walked past toward the door. "That's four weeks." "I know that's four weeks, Gwen." I opened the door and stepped inside. "Do you?" The scowl was enshrouded in the façade of a mean smile. Unlike Tammy, her face was actually kind of pleasant if you could ignore the ugliness coming out of her mouth. "We put you through freshman math 6 times. I was starting to think you couldn't count." "And eventually I passed." I closed the door between us. There was no part of me that wanted to be staying there again. Futile attempts at a normal life had fallen apart under me without even knowing it. Gwen's efforts to shame me for returning were nothing compared to the shame already in action inside of me. Normal was all I wanted to be, and it had become clear that I never could be. In the refrigerator there were two apples, a jar of mayonnaise, a bag salad, and a box of Franzia zinfandel. I poured myself a tall plastic tumbler of wine, and walked to my room. It wasn't my room anymore, I had forgotten. The office was as plain as plain could be. There was a 5-in-1 printer, a calendar, and Gwen's laptop. Tammy's room was further down on the left. Nothing in it was actually pink, but somehow it all managed to have that tint about it. The closet was still full of her clothes, as was the dresser. In the top drawer, there was the very bikini I had choked her out with. A smile crept on my face. I had maybe found the one fond memory that house held for me. On the bed I thought about Rene, and Officer Cocksuck. Linda's niece made a short appearance in my mind. I took a long drink of the wine. Things started to coalesce in my brain. When it came together into half an idea I nearly ran to my old room. It was right there on Gwen's calendar, the Saturday before my dad got back, written in red sharpie. My way out. "Freymont Condominium Open House." I grinned down at the tumbler of wine and we went to bed together. Sure that Gwen's laptop was somehow guarded by her malice deeply enough that she would know I was touching it (I imagined her dropping her racket mid-swing, and shouting my name to the heavens) I went about finding details for the open house online using my phone. Freymont Condominiums was a renovated factory, 22 units, and all of them were vacant and for sale. My stepmom was the selling agent for the whole complex. It was expressly adult living, no kids would be living there, and that made it perfect for my plan. That Saturday I leaned on the hood of my Toyota, baking in the Arizona sun outside of the Freymont Condominiums. The listing had done it justice. It was a lovely old building. In any part of the country trendier than Phoenix it would have been repurposed into art lofts decades ago. In the rearview I made sight of Gwen pulling up in her SUV. She was wearing a pale peach skirt with a matching blazer, and a plain white blouse. I got up to meet her on the sidewalk outside. "Gwen, hi." From the other side of the building I waved. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "I wanted to talk to you some about the house." Instead of the racket bag, she shook her briefcase at me. "We can do that AT the house." She sneered at me. "This is not the time or the place, Mike." I made like I didn't understand what she meant, and said, "You should have worn something lower cut." Her face flashed disgust, and her hand covered her already covered cleavage. "I don't think it would hurt your chances at a couple sales today to unbutton that blouse some. Would you like to do that?" The glare didn't leave her face when she said, "Okay." Seemingly without her approval her hands worked the top two buttons open, showing a completely respectable amount of cleavage. "I don't think that's enough." "Who cares what you think?" The grin cocked back on my face. "Just one more. Do you want to unbutton one more?" Sneer locked on her face, she blankly said, "Okay," and with as much anger as the action could have behind it she unbuttoned another button. With that done the black lace edge of the cups of her bra where plainly visible. She heaved a heavy breath at me and glared. "Happy?" "No." Her glare continued in reply. "Are you seriously wearing a bra?" "Yes, Mike. I am seriously wearing a bra." "You must have paid a fortune for those, and you're not even giving them a chance to help pay themselves off. I bet they stand up fine on their own. Don't you think you would have a better chance of selling a unit or two today without it?" "I don't sell cleavage, Mike. I sell condos." "Won't you just try to go without it?" Her face scrunched to say no, or to tell me to fuck off, but her voice betrayed her. "Okay." Her hands worked under her jacket and in no time she was pulling the white satin and black lace bra out of a sleeve. She hastily tucked it in her briefcase. "Now what about your panties?" The reality of the control I had was starting to erode her glare into fear. "What about my panties?" "You wore panties to an open house?" In a pleading tone she said, "Mike, please." "Can I see them?" "Okay." She pulled up the front of her skirt and showed a pair of white satin and black lace panties that perfectly matched the bra. "Matching underwear? I thought you sold condos?" It didn't take me long to think over why she would bother with matching underwear while my dad was out of town. "You're cheating on my dad, aren't you?" Her mouth stayed silent, but her face spoke the sad affirmative of a kid caught shoplifting. "Can I have your panties?" "Okay." She slid a hand under her waistband and slipped them down as fast as she could. It was one of the least sexy ways I had seen someone doing that. She pulled the hem of her skirt down, and lifted a foot to pluck her panties from her shoe. She handed them to me in a wad. I frowned at them in my palm. I dropped them on the sidewalk. "Cheating sluts don't get panties. Are you going to stop wearing them?" "Okay." "Even at tennis?" She hesitated, then swallowed hard and said, "Okay." That was about all I had planned on doing. Show her I could make her do whatever I wanted, get her to do something reasonably humiliating, like working an open house with her tits practically hanging out, and then use it as a subtle threat in the future to get her to back down. See if I could get enough fear in her she would stop being so damn unpleasant. The realization about the matching underwear though was like a gentle push at the top of the ski jump. I looked at her with cold eyes, accepting that things were about to get bad fast for her. "Can I give you some advice on your pitch?" "Okay." "Let's go in first." She led the way to the front door, leaving her panties in a pile on the sidewalk. The condos were pretty nice. Thirty foot ceilings on both floors, and every unit had floor to ceiling windows on one side. Most of the second floor units had massive industrial skylights, and lofts above the kitchens. Inside she led to the first unit on the left, which would serve as her office on site until all of the units sold. She opened the door with a tap card, and walked inside and set her briefcase on the kitchen counter. "Why are you doing this, Mike?" I had kept walking into the kitchen, and with my head in the fridge said to her, "Why wouldn't I do this?" I took a Miller High Life out of a case stocked for her clients, and as I opened it said, "First man touches a business card today, you should offer to suck his dick." She choked on the word I knew was coming. Before she could get it out, the door opened. "Is this the open house?" We both looked, and from the corner of my eye caught Gwen's tense posture slacken as she realized it was a woman, and she was off the blowjob hook. The potential client wasn't too bad to look at either. Older, and thin, dark in tan and light of blonde in the way only Arizona money could pull off. Her teeth gleamed an unnatural white, and her face showed the telltale signs of a lift sometime in the last decade. The simple, ankle length linen dress she wore likely cost more than I had spent on every scrap of clothing I had made it out of Rene's with. The smile façade rolled over Gwen's face again. "Just about an hour early, but come on in!" Her eyes flashed at me, victory behind them. The woman at the door said, "Oh good." She turned and called over her shoulder, "Jeff, the realtor is here already." The man's name dropped dread on Gwen's face like a hammer. I watched the idea that she may get out of this get crushed under it. It felt pretty nice. As the man walked in, Gwen tracked him across the room with a worried expression on her face. Jeff was tall, broad, and had a blonde crew cut. He was likely half his companions age, but I quickly accessed they weren't related. There was something about him like a young Rutger Hauer, if not for the name I would have guessed he was European. Sure enough, he walked right to the island in the kitchen and within a few seconds had a business card in his hand. Gwen tried to delay, but couldn't. With no tact at all she made her offer. "Can I suck your dick?" Stunned, Jeff and the woman he came with both just looked at her for a moment, then exchanged confused looks. I hadn't expected a couple when I made the suggestion to Gwen. It was clear I would have to smooth this out a little. To the woman I said, "You could watch if you like." She pushed her sun-bleached hair behind an ear. Under the tan I'm sure she blushed a little. She turned to Jeff, and softly said, "Okay." Given the go-ahead from his sugar-mama, Jeff didn't waste much time. His pants were open, and his dick getting hard in no time. A look of anger tore out of the side of Gwen's face at me as she took to her knees. Smiling at the sight, I dug my phone out of my pocket and said to the whole group, "I'm going to take some pictures if that's alright." As Gwen took the hardening cock in her mouth, there was no pleasure behind her eyes. I snapped a few pictures with my phone, then picked up Gwen's and took a few with hers. Like her daughter had, she got right to business on that thing, probably trying to make it get over as fast as possible. I said to her, "You don't need your hands." She glared and dropped her hands to her lap, I snapped a picture with her phone. I moved around the island and got another beer out of the fridge, I thought about offering the guests some, but figured I was already being mighty hospitable. The blonde woman hadn't stopped staring and was now blushing over her tan. As I came up to her side, said, "Nobody is going to care if you play with yourself a little." Looking at me with her mouth partly agape, she said, "Okay." In a flash her dress was pulled up around her waist, hand plunged down the front of her plain white panties. I snapped a couple more pictures of Gwen, and took a sip on the beer. The blonde woman wasn't paying any attention to me at all, but I brought her out of her fog a little by asking her, "Do you want to make her suck it harder?" She started to say something, but the start of a small orgasm over took her. "Come push on her head, make her take it deeper." Her reply came stuttered, "O-okay." Facing her young boyfriend, she grabbed two handfuls of Gwen's hair, and pinned the back of her head to her pubic bone. Gwen winced from the hair pull, but the cock never left her mouth. Slowly the blonde woman started rocking her hips, working Gwen's mouth over the cock like my stepmom was nothing more than a silicone sex toy. Leaning forward slightly, Jeff kissed the blonde woman passionately. She started grinding her crotch into the back of Gwen's head like a teenager that just figured out how to hump the arm of the sofa. Constant coughs and gags of protest came from Gwen mashed between their hips. Gwen's reflex hit hard and the other two took notice of her for the first time in a minute or two. Free of the pin for a moment, Gwen coughed hard. Drool trailed from her mouth and started to stain into the lapels of her jacket. My stepmother looked up at me with anger in her eyes. I snapped a picture and said, "Give your throat a break. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you ate her out for a bit." The blonde said, "Fuck no I wouldn't." Gwen hesitantly turned to face the woman, and crotch was ground into her face in no time. The mess of Gwen's drool and the other woman's pussy blended and smeared all over face and inner thighs alike. Shortly the stranger was groaning and had to lean back against the island to maintain her balance. Jeff was content to watch for a moment. After a second mini-orgasm rolled over the blonde, I made eye contact with her, and suggested, "She'll eat your ass if you want." Both women were too breathless to reply, but the blonde took a moment to shed her dress and drop her panties, then turned to face the island, bending at the waist to lean on the counter. Gwen hesitated until I said, "Don't you want your tongue up her ass?" After a single sharply dejected breath, Gwen jammed her face into the other woman's ass. I snapped a few pictures, and said, "Get it nice and ready for Jeff's cock." The blonde's constant groans bled into the background like the sound of a nearby train after you lived with it for a decade. After another moment, I said, "Alright, go back to her pussy to keep out of his way." My stepmom, still fully clothed except for her abandoned underwear, crawled between the other woman's legs and went back to eating her pussy. I snapped a picture of the blonde's soaked and twitching asshole just before Jeff moved into place. He slowly made his first thrust and the blonde's ambient groaning turned to a gasp then a constant stream of seemingly unrelated profanity. Jeff hit his rhythm and in a flash the blonde was twitching around a bigger orgasm than the last two. Her pussy gushed, liquid from it trailing off Gwen's chin and into her expanse of cleavage. The white blouse was soaked enough to cling to her, and turn slightly transparent. The blonde didn't stop her twitching. As her orgasm grew in violence so did Jeff's thrusting. After another moment he finished quietly, and took a deep breath and a seat at the same time. His cum began trailing from the woman's ass while my stepmother dutifully continued with my last suggestion. I said, "Gwen? Why don't you come back around this side, and clean up Jeff's mess?" My stepmother dropped her head to look at me through the part in the other woman's thighs. Her face shone with the smear of her own saliva and the other woman's secretions, her eyes were expressionlessly stunned. Lipstick was rubbed across her cheek, and eyeliner blurred into the tops of her cheekbones. She parted her swollen lips and tonelessly said "Okay." As she crawled around the side I snapped a picture of her listless expression. Once in place she caught a slow drip on the inside of the woman's knee on the tip of her tongue and followed it to the source in one long motion. She lapped at the other woman's gaped asshole, clearing the outside of Jeff's fluids. I said, "He came really deep in there. Make sure you get it all." Gwen stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, and slid it into the open ass before her. Her thick lips sealed around the blonde's asshole. The groaning started again in competition with the slurping sounds Gwen was making. Eventually I was satisfied that Gwen had got it all, and said, "Alright. Go get cleaned up for this open house." Gwen stood and all but ran to the bathroom. Okay... Ch. 04 The two condo-shoppers got dressed and made astonishingly polite and vapid small talk with me while we waited for my stepmother to return. Eventually she did return. Her makeup had been reapplied, and her blouse and jacket had been dried as well as they could be, but clearly had been soaked recently. The blonde asked her a few questions about the building and satisfied after left the two of us alone again. By then I was on my fourth Miller and sitting under the giant window. I had shared all the pictures between both of our cellphones. When the door closed behind them, Gwen turned to me in a start, the scowl shining back through the veneer of her business face. "What the fuck was that?" "That?" I took a slow sip off the beer. "That is your new sales tactic." Delight rose in my chest as fear washed over her slackened face. "I can make you treat every client you ever have to that in just a few words." "Mike," she stammered, "I..." I kicked my feet up on a coffee table and watched her stall out for a moment. "Tell you what though. Your phone has all the pics I took on it now, mine does too. We can both just hang on to those to remember this. But before we need to remember it, I want to give you the opportunity to avoid becoming the real estate agent that goes down on whoever takes a business card." She swallowed hard and checked that the pictures were indeed on her phone. "Buy me one of these condos, and I won't make you do that." Terror mixed with elation on her face like the mingling of fluids had before. She set her phone down, brought a hand to the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes tight. In quiet resignation she said a single word, and it was the first time I had heard it in a while and was positive it wasn't from the action of my powers. "Okay."