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Reversal of Fortune Ch. 01

By: An Awful Cad



I owe my good fortune to the dot com crash. I'm not a dot com millionaire or bear market short seller or anything. I might have been a dot com "hundredthousandaire" for about a month, but that was strictly on paper, and by the time the options were liquid, the market had already crashed and I got nothing. But still, despite wiping out two and a half years of near-slave labor, and setting back my career trajectory and bank account accordingly, the dot com crash was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

First off, I stopped working like a dog for a company that, had I opened my eyes earlier, I probably would have seen was going nowhere fast. The economy in my neck of the woods (Southern California) was in the crapper, and no one was interested in hiring a 35 year-old marketing director whose most recent career achievement was in helping to piss away almost $50 million of someone else's money. Nonetheless I was able to parlay the experience and contacts I had gathered into a small-scale business consulting from home at ridiculously low rates to the few bastards that were able to keep their businesses afloat. It wasn't a lot of money, just barely enough to pay a nanny to take care of the kids while I worked the phones and the internet, but my wife Lisa still had her job and after we cut back on expenses we were able to get by.

The net result was that I was able to spend a lot more time with my family, especially my two young kids, live a much more relaxed lifestyle, and be my own boss for a while. Not too bad, all things considered. And then there's the really good part...

One sunny fall morning, I was working in my small office in a corner of our bedroom. I could hear the kids playing in the driveway with Mercedes, our Salvadorian nanny. They were riding their tricycles down the slight incline and laughing wildly, probably as they crashed into something. I peeked out the window when I heard new voices added to the mix. I perked up when I saw that it was Sherry, our neighbor from across the street, and her two kids.

We had a lot in common with our neighbors, the Cohens. Sherry and Harvey had moved into the neighborhood shortly after we did, were about the same age as my wife and I, and had a son a year younger than our oldest. Sherry was a stay-at-home mom, however, and Harvey had lost his job shortly after I did.

I looked down from my window to where Sherry and her son Max were standing talking to Mercedes and my boys. From my vantage point, I admired the curve of Sherry's chest and her slight hint of cleavage. "Worth a closer look" I thought, shutting down the computer and heading downstairs. Sherry was no great beauty, but then there was nothing wrong with her, either. She was fairly short, but well proportioned, and her slightly frumpy "harried mom" look carried with it a certain fecund ripeness that always piqued my interest.

They say idle hands make the Devil's work, and of late, my relative idleness had kept my hands pretty busy as my imagination produced a series of extremely vivid fantasies about the women who crossed my path. Only last week I had managed to use all the hot water in our tank as I spent my morning shower concocting an explicit scenario for Sherry.

In my fantasy, Lisa and I had sneaked away from a party at our pool for a quickie. Alone in our bedroom, we sucked face furiously as I reached inside her still damp bathing suit and firmly kneaded her voluptuous ass. Untying the top of her swimsuit, I gripped her lush breast with my free hand and palpitated her pliant flesh. Crushing her tightly against me, I snaked my hand further along her backside until I could feel the wispy hairs at the outer reaches of her cunt, and the heat emanating from her core. My exploring fingers produced a gasp of ecstasy as I simultaneously plunged one digit into her steamy hole and clamped down on her swollen nipple with my other hand.

Lisa whimpered as I removed my hand from her cunt, trailing her pussy cream over her tight asshole as I withdrew. However, I quickly plunged my hand back into the front of her swimsuit and homed in on her throbbing clit. She moaned happily as I furiously rubbed the swollen nub and torqued her sensitive nipples. She humped my hand and kissed me hungrily as I drove her towards a monster orgasm. A few more strokes were all it took to push her over the edge, and I had to clamp my lips to hers to stifle her screams as she came with a yell.

As she came down from her high, I unrolled Lisa's top further and caressed her sweaty breasts gently. Sliding one hand up her torso, I brushed the damp hair away from her face and traced her jaw line with my pussy-coated fingers. As my fingers caressed her swollen lips the aroma of her juices must have reached us both at the same time. Lisa parted her lips and snaked her tongue out to lick my pungent fingers. My cock jumped in my trunks as she drew my fingers into her mouth and proceeded to fellate the sensitive digits.

"What should we do now?" Lisa asked coyly, looking up at me with my fingers still poised on her glistening, pouty lips. 

"Well, that feels pretty good." I hinted. Lisa wasn't that enamored with sucking my cock, but every now and then she would dutifully blow me. I had a sense that the time was right and that she was leading up to this. Maybe she knew that I got particular pleasure from her sucking me off while the party continued below us, and especially when she would return to the party with a bellyful of my hot cream and smile at the other men with lips that only minutes before had been wrapped around my spurting schlong.

"Somehow I knew that's what you would say," she murmured as she slid to her knees in front of me. She held my shaft alongside her face and licked it seductively before plunging the whole thing into her mouth at once. She began sucking me urgently, setting a rapid rhythm as she feverishly gobbled my dong.

She was in high gear, her lips sliding furiously over my shaft and great sucking noises coming from her mouth as my cock plunged repeatedly into her gullet with every stroke, when suddenly the door opened, and Sherry walked in. Since it was my fantasy, Lisa didn't miss a beat as Sherry stood there in shock, transfixed. "I was just looking, uh, for my…" she stammered before grinding to a halt.

Lisa looked at her with one eye without even missing a stroke on my shaft and with one hand beckoned Sherry closer. Sherry shut the door behind her as she slowly staggered towards where Lisa knelt on the floor. Pulling my cock from her mouth with a plop and a toss of her hair, Lisa pointed my red, swollen, glistening tool at Sherry and said, "Here, have some. It's quite delicious."

Sherry dropped to her knees as if sleepwalking and reached for my shaft. I twitched with shock and pleasure as I felt and saw Sherry's hand encircle my throbbing member, with her other hand closing firmly over my near-bursting balls. But that was nothing compared to the pure delight when her soft lips touched my dick for the first time and I slid into her warm, wet mouth. I looked on in amazement as she began bobbing her head slowly up and down my shaft. Her diamond ring glinted in the dappled light as she built up speed and began to work her mouth rapidly over my meat.

Lisa seemed as fascinated by Sherry's actions as I was, and she brushed Sherry's hair away from her face and ran her hands over Sherry's smooth cheeks which bulged obscenely with every plunge of my cock. Lisa began to remove Sherry's terrycloth cover-up, pulling it back over her shoulders to expose her chest, which was heaving with the exertion of her oral ministrations.

I was momentarily disappointed when Lisa grabbed Sherry by the chin and gently lifted her off my prong. Sherry pulled her face away but kept her firm grip on my shaft and balls. "Take that off while I take a turn with him" Lisa instructed Sherry. Sherry reluctantly let go of me and began to shrug off her swimsuit, exposing the fleshy mounds of her breasts to my view for the first time. 

Meanwhile Lisa grabbed my cock and began licking it from top to bottom with long, slow strokes of her tongue. Lisa's tongue work was exquisite, and as I gazed at Sherry's dark, engorged nipples I began to thrust my shaft forward urgently, trying to intensify my pleasure. "Come on, there's plenty to go around" said Lisa, sucking one of my swollen balls into her mouth and offering my glistening pole to Sherry. Soon I was treated to the remarkable pleasure of a two-girl suck job. Sherry resumed blowing me with enthusiasm, and while my pulsing bone slid through the warm wetness of her mouth and deep into her throat, Lisa nibbled my balls and caressed my ass.

As I savored the sight of my lance buried to the hilt in Sherry's mouth, I tensed up, trying to hold off my impending orgasm. Lisa must have sensed it too, for suddenly I felt a slick finger prod the opening of my anus and drive up into my rectum. That was all it took to light the fuse on my orgasm, and I exploded, firing my hot load directly down Sherry's esophagus. I watched her throat convulse as she swallowed my seed and sagged in my chair, drained by the two succubae.

My fantasy ended with Lisa hungrily licking the cum from the corners of Sherry's mouth as I watched, thinking that if I got the energy to return to the party, it would take a Herculean effort to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.



Part 2

I smiled at the memory of my hot fantasy and the explosive orgasm it had produced. The shrieks of the kids brought me back to reality and I stepped outside to see what was going on. I was immediately treated to a view of Sherry bent over, helping Max onto one of our tricycles. Her butt was thrust out in my direction, and her thin cotton pants were pulled tight revealing both the contours of her generous ass as well as the outline of her surprisingly small panties. "Oh Hi." She said, straightening up. "How's it going?"

We stood to the side and made uncomfortable small talk while the kids played. "How are you guys doing?" I asked. "How's Harvey?" 

She rolled her eyes. "Uggh. He's so tense about our finances and finding work that he's driving me crazy. He's locked himself in the spare bedroom right now, doing who knows what."

I had to restrain a smile. I didn't wish them ill, but during higher times, Harvey was one smug, arrogant SOB. He had been a cocksure bastard, and I could remember him telling me in his nasally whine about how his company had a foolproof strategy, and was reeling in customers hand over fist. He was a shifty weasel under the best of circumstances, and I had a mental picture of him pacing his room like a rabid ferret.

"Yeah, times are real tough right now," I commiserated. "We've cut back on everything, and we're still just getting by. " 

I turned my head as Max clattered by on the trike. "Hey Max! Be Careful!" I shouted. Max was zooming down the path leading from the driveway to the front door, which made a natural track for the kids on their bikes. He stopped the tricycle and looked at me. "We have a rule – no going past the flower bed on the bikes," I explained, "because you might crash into the window there." I pointed out the big two-story plate glass window next to the door, which stretched from the ground to the top of the atrium in our entranceway.

"That's right, Max honey" said Sherry. "Stay in the driveway with the other kids." Max turned around and went back in the driveway, and Sherry and I went on making inane chatter about the kids, our spouses and the hot weather. I was bored to tears, and as we talked, I was contemplating the likelihood of getting her in a bathing suit if I heated the pool and invited her and Max over for a swim. I was doing mental gymnastics trying to determine if the risk justified the cost of heating the pool, when suddenly there was a loud, grinding crack from the direction of the house.

"Mommy, Mommy!" shrieked Max, running towards us. The tricycle was on its side, up against the window, and there was a massive crack running up the glass about six feet. A network of smaller cracks shot out from it like veins from an artery.

I was overwhelmed by a range of emotions, from anger to despair, and could only gape in shock at the devastation. The other kids gathered around and stared. "Wow!" said one of them, succinctly.

"Max. What have you done?" wailed Sherry. "Oh Dave. I'm so sorry about this. We'll get it fixed – I promise." I was too stunned to say anything, but in the back of my head, I knew that this would be a big headache for both of us. Turns out, I was only half right…

I was barely able to contain my anger and shock as I examined the destroyed glass. I warned that damn kid. Sherry retreated to her house with the hysterical Max. Mercedes knew enough to take my kids to the back yard, leaving me to curse and rant at no one in particular. I imagined all the various ways I would get screwed by this. My insurance claim would probably be denied, the damage to the house was probably structural, and undoubtedly, Harvey Cohen would weasel out of paying for the damage his kid caused. My mood was so black that finally I had to go inside and get myself a drink to cool down. 

Two stiff shots of tequila later, my blood pressure was just starting to drop when the doorbell rang. There's that motherfucker Harvey now, I thought, mentally girding for battle. I yanked open the door, only to find Sherry standing there with Max. She looked even worse than when she left. She had obviously been crying. Her mascara was smeared and her eyes puffy and red. 

"I'm so sorry, Dave" she whined, "This is just awful." Putting on a concerned look, I invited them in. 

"Why don't you take Max out back with Mercedes and the kids, and we can talk in here." I suggested, as I tried to figure out how to hit this curveball I had just been pitched.

I poured myself another shot of tequila, and three fingers for her as well. When Sherry returned, I handed her the tumbler and said, "Here. This will help settle you down." I tossed my shot back, and watched Sherry's throat bob as she downed the fiery liquor. Afterwards, she coughed and wheezed, but kept it all down, and actually looked a bit more relaxed.

I poured another tumbler of tequila for her, which she sipped at cautiously as she told me that Harvey was indeed being a dick. He had told her that they didn't have any money to pay for repairs right now, and that since she was watching Max, it was her problem to fix. He suggested that she try to figure out some other way to pay us back, like babysitting or something. "He actually said that?" I asked, both incredulous and curious, "You should find some other way to pay us back?" She nodded shyly. Something about her demure delivery of this preposterous line sparked the beginning of a plan deep in my brain.

"Well that's not going to work." I stated flatly. "There's no way we're getting rid of Mercedes, and I don't think we'll be going out in the evenings much either, certainly not enough for you to work off the whole window. But you know, there is one thing you can do for me." 

"You name it," said Sherry eagerly. 

"You know, I began, "there's no point in worrying about this at all at this point. I called my insurance broker and I'll check the situation out with him later, and maybe the whole problem will just go away. Until then, I'm just going to try to relax, and I'd appreciate it if you would stay here and keep me company for a little while.

Sherry looked simultaneously relieved and somewhat uncomfortable. 

"Uh, sure, I guess." She said slowly. 

"Great!" I exclaimed. "I'm going to put on my swim suit and relax by the pool for a little while. There are some extra suits you can choose from in the back bedroom over there. Here, let me top you off." I refilled Sherry's nearly empty glass and waited. I could see that she was confused by my instructions, since her house and her own swimsuit were right across the street, but nonetheless, she picked up her glass and slowly headed into our spare bedroom.

Later, I tossed back another shot and lay back on the lounge, feeling the warm glow of the tequila in my belly, and the sunshine on my skin. I looked over at Sherry, who was sitting on the edge of her chaise, hunched over in almost a fetal position. She had chosen a fairly conservative one-piece swimsuit. Although it was no bikini, it was cut low in the back, and I admired the taut skin of her back and the glimpse of her lycra-encased chest peeking out from under her arms, which were clasped around her knees. Something about her vulnerable posture and exposed flesh produced in me a powerful reaction. I had the sensation of the ground tilting under me, to lift me up above the pool so that I was looking down on Sherry and the boys playing in the yard next to the pool. It was as if someone had pointed a cartoon gamma ray on me, turning me into a massive giant. I felt muscular and powerful, and although I still didn't know exactly what I was doing, I knew it was time to act.

"Hey Sherry, come here. Would you put some of this on my back." I said, holding up the sunscreen. It was more of a command than a question. 

"Ummm… sure." She replied, hesitantly.

I lay down on my stomach and waited. Sherry had to bend way over to reach me, and I stared directly down her top at the curves of her medium-sized breasts. She hesitated, unsure how to begin, and I maintained my gaze, noting her awkwardness. "It might be easier if you kneel on this." I said handing her a towel.

Sherry knelt at my side and began rubbing the sun-warmed lotion into my shoulders. It was a delicious sensation, in no small part due to her obvious reluctance. When she was done with my back, I said, "You might as well do my legs, too." I made sure she could feel the firm muscles of my thigh and hamstring as she smoothed the fragrant goop into my skin.

When she was done, I sat up and announced that it was her turn. Without giving her a chance to protest, I grabbed the lotion and squirted it directly onto her shoulder. I began rubbing it into her shoulders with a massaging motion. I slowly stroked her back and neck, working my fingers under the thin strap that tied the suit around her neck, testing its tightness and her reaction. "Here, lie down" I said, as I eased her face down on the lounge.

I straddled her back and resumed the massaging action on her exposed skin. With my weight across her legs I literally had her pinned to the chair. I leaned way down as I applied the third or fourth coat to her shoulders, so that my face was right next to her cheek and my hot breath rustled the loose strands of hair around her face. I noticed her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open slightly. I knew that she was in my control, and imagined taking her from behind right there on the chaise lounge.

My tumescent cock was perfectly aligned with the soft globes of her ass, and I began to imagine pulling the crotch of her swimsuit aside and sinking my spear into her vulnerable core. Just then I was able to snap myself out of my reverie. This situation was ripe for much more than fantasy. Suddenly it became clear to me what I had to do.

I ran my hands across her back and down her side, along the edge of her swimsuit where her breasts swelled against the fabric. Her tits were pressed firmly against the lounge, causing them to jut out of the conservative suit. I found the exposed orbs on either side and stroked them firmly with my fingertips. Her breathing was coming in short, shallow, gulps, and I could feel the tension throughout her body, but she kept her eyes closed and lay immobile under my touch. Without hesitating, I slid my fingers under the edge of her swimsuit, loosened by my earlier exploration, and along the outside of her breasts. There wasn't enough play in the fabric to grip the fleshy mounds, so I just slid my fingers along her soft skin until I reached the edge of her prominent areolas. I paused, letting Sherry wonder what I would do next, and then slid my hands forward just an inch more, until my fingertips were resting lightly against the hard nubs of her swollen nipples. She gasped lightly at my touch, and with a slight smile of satisfaction, I withdrew my hands from her chest.


Reversal of Fortune Ch. 01



I shifted my weight down her legs, allowing my hands access to her lower torso, and began rubbing her hips and thighs where her skin met the edge of her swimsuit. Without any hesitation, I slid my hands underneath the suit and grabbed her meaty cheeks in both hands. I kneaded her ass-meat firmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to be massaging the naked flesh of this married, hitherto chaste neighbor woman. I brought my whole hands into play, sinking my thumbs into her soft tissue as I squeezed and pulled at her pliant ass. I couldn't see it because of the swimsuit obstructing my view, but I knew that as I drew her fleshy buns apart I was exposing her puckered anus under the fabric and that she would feel her sphincter stretching tightly from my touch.

"I need to get her inside the house," I thought to myself, in order to continue my manipulation. I found my opportunity when I heard her omit a small sob. I pulled my hands from her ass and sat up to see tears slowly rolling down her face and onto the cement of the pool. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered quietly, "I never meant for this to happen." I don't know whether she meant the window, or my uninvited groping of her ass, but it didn't really matter. 

"It's okay," I said, stroking her hair lightly. "Come on, let's go inside and get you fixed up." I pulled Sherry gently to her feet and put my arm around her shoulders. She sniffled quietly into a towel as I issued some hasty instructions to Mercedes and hustled Sherry inside.

I led her to the spare bedroom and guided her to the edge of the bed, locking the door behind us. I handed her a tissue and sat down next to her on the bed. "Everything's going to be okay Sherry. I promise." I told her. "I know you didn't mean to do any of this, but sometimes things just happen, and we deal with them the best we can." I placed my arm around her and pulled her tight against me. She buried her face in my shoulder as I caressed her back and decided to go for the kill.

I gently untied the string holding up the top of her swimsuit and rolled down her top, undressing her like she was a small child. Sherry sniffled softly, but made no effort to stop me or cover up. I ran my hands over her skin and softly cupped her naked breast. I noted that her nipple was rock hard. "Stand up" I instructed her quietly. Obediently she rose from the bed and stood in front of me.

What a sight! Sherry stood before me with her head bowed, looking at the ground. Her swimsuit hung loose around her waist and her breasts were exposed and heaving slightly from her sobs. Her nose was red from crying and a single tear stained her cheek before falling to the carpet. I savored the sight like a masterful work of art, which, in a way, it was. Her breasts weren't large, probably just "b" cup, but they were surprisingly high and firm. Her areolas were perfect wine-colored silver dollars topped with small bullet-hard nipples. She was plump, but not fat. I observed with satisfaction that her stomach was still flat and smooth, with just a hint of a bulge near her flaring hips. Overall, her extra flesh gave her a vulnerable softness that made me quiver with the force of my appetite for her. Only it was Sherry who would be doing the dining.

I took her hands in mine and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "You've been a very bad girl," I scolded Sherry harshly. 

"I know!" she cried, tears springing anew from her eyes as she blurted out a series of hasty apologies. 

"Quiet" I ordered, holding up my hand to cut her off. "You've said and done enough for one day. Breaking my window, which you can't pay for, and then coming in here with a bunch of excuses and parading around half-naked, as if that would somehow make me forget what you've done. Well it won't work." I grabbed her nipple and squeezed it hard as I accused her. She flinched but did not cry out as I twisted the hard nubbin. "Now, it's time for you to start fixing some of the problems you've caused around here, and I'm going to make sure you do it right."

"You can start by taking off my trunks to see the damage you've caused." Slowly but unquestioningly she sank to her knees in front of me and began to fumble with the drawstring of my shorts. Her hand brushed against my rampant erection as she struggled with the knot, causing my cock to twitch. She pulled my shorts down and off, and my cock sprang out, red, swollen and angry. "Look at that," I reprimanded. "Look at what you've done!"

The look on her face was priceless. Confusion, shame and lust all played across her features as she gazed at my throbbing organ. I had never experienced such feelings either. The control, perversity and corruption I had wrought over this woman in such a short time were exquisite, and I wanted to savor the moment. I was overcome with a rush of desires and conflicted about what to do next. I wanted to toy with her some more. I wanted to bend her to my will, to strip away her veneer and make her beg to perform more and more perverse acts. But my lust got the better of my discipline, and as I stared down at Sherry kneeling submissively in front of me, breasts heaving, moist lips slightly parted, there was only one thing I could do.

"Suck it," I ordered.

Obediently, Sherry leaned forward and slid my throbbing cock into her mouth. "Suck it hard -- and do a good job" I growled. Sherry's cheeks hollowed as she literally sucked with all her might. She began to bob her head slowly up and down, taking me deeper into her mouth, all the while sucking my pole as if it were a giant straw. "Faster!" I grunted, and Sherry began to increase her tempo. Her technique wasn't very good, but her abject compliance more than made up for it. Her fine black hair fell in my lap and tickled my groin. I brushed it aside so I had a better view of her oral ministrations. For a moment, I became detached from the situation, as if I were watching from outside my body.

I could see myself lying back on the bed, with my feet on the floor and Sherry kneeling submissively between my legs, nursing on my engorged schlong. I could see Sherry's lips pursed in a perfect "o" around my cock, and her eyes tightly screwed shut as she pistoned her head up and down my shaft trying to bring me off. I was vaguely aware of the door to the bedroom, beyond which Sherry's kid was happily playing, and a few hundred feet away, across the street, her own bedroom, where her husband was unknowingly sprouting horns as I plundered his wife's mouth. I was somewhat stunned at this turn of events. I had not known that I possessed this kind of power, or that it would be so easy to compromise Sherry this way, or that I would enjoy dominating her sexually so much.

My reverie was interrupted by my rising need to come. I reached down and grabbed Sherry's soft, pink ears to guide her head on my cock. I pulled her firmly into my groin, driving my swollen glans deeper into her gullet. I began increasing the pace of her head on my shaft, combined with a back and forth motion of my own hips so that her lips were flying over the veiny surface of my tool. Frequently my cock would burst out of her sucking lips with a pop, spilling her saliva over her chin, before slamming back into her humid mouth. Taking complete control, I held her head steady and began fucking her face furiously. I stroked deep into her mouth, pushing farther into her throat with each thrust. Sherry gagged slightly, and soon I could hear occasional faint retching noises as I battered her tonsils with my throbbing pole. I felt my crisis building from deep inside of me, and with one last thrust I drove my cock all the way into Sherry's mouth. Her nose was lodged firmly in my pubic hair and my shaft was buried deep in her throat, where I erupted, firing my steaming load directly into her stomach. After a few explosive spurts, I pulled back a little, draining the rest of my hot load into Sherry's receptive mouth.

As my orgasm subsided, I pulled back and allowed my cock to slither wetly out of Sherry's ravaged mouth, trailing a sticky mixture of saliva and semen. I looked down and chuckled out loud when I saw Sherry. Her face was a mess. Her hair was disheveled and she was gasping for air like a marathoner at the end of a race. Her lips were puffy and swollen from my conquering tool and her chin was covered with a sheen of our juices. Long strands of sticky mucous dripped from her nose and covered her cheeks and upper lip. I couldn't tell whether the slime was a result of her crying or my spunk shooting out of her nose when I came, but either way, she was a mess. She steadied herself with one hand on my thigh, while the other was buried inside the remains of her swimsuit, frantically rubbing her clit. I sat back and watched as her frenzied strokes brought her closer and closer to her release, until she finally went over the edge with a shudder and a restrained, almost dainty whimper. "Well," I said, as she slumped against the bed, totally drained, "We certainly made the best of that situation, didn't we."

Author's note:

This is my first submission to Literotica. Thanks for reading and please let me know how I did. Votes, comments and feedback of all sorts will be much appreciated. I'm working on the next chapter, so please don't let me make the same mistakes twice!



Reversal of Fortune Ch. 02



This story is the continuation of Reversal of Fortune Ch. 01. I encourage you to read that before you begin this one.

Part 1

After our climactic orgasms, we both sat there silently, literally and figuratively drained. At least I was literally drained. She had a belly (and face) full of my hot semen. I handed her a sock to wipe the sticky mess from her face. I watched with amusement as she attempted to clean herself up. Resuming my dominant demeanor, I told her, "I guess you can be a good girl when you try. That was a good job there." I said, fully meaning the pun, although I don't think she got it. "That's all for today. We can deal with the window tomorrow when I have some more information."

I told Sherry to come by in the morning, when I would have spoken to the insurance folks and the window repairman. I wasn't sure exactly what Sherry would do, or even what I wanted to happen. This dominance thing was new to me. I guess I sort of thought that she wouldn't show up, or that she would send Harvey and that would be the end of it. But I was wrong.

At ten the next morning, there was a knock on the door. The kids were at school and I opened the door to find Sherry standing there. She was by herself and was dressed in a conservative, high-necked, long sleeved blouse, buttoned down the front, and an ankle-length black skirt. Her eyes were cast down at the floor and she was nervously wringing her hands in front of her. 

I led her to the living room and offered her a drink, which she declined. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from her seat on the couch, but so close our knees were almost touching. I felt relaxed and confident. My destiny had literally knocked on my door. I knew that despite her attempt to conceal her sexuality behind prudish clothing, she had come back to be my obedient servant, ready and willing to do anything I asked of her.

"Sherry, I'm afraid it's bad news." I stated ominously. I was pretty sure our new relationship wasn't really about the window, or her ability to get it fixed, but it seemed to trigger a certain response from her so I launched into the details of how much it would cost to get the window repaired and that with the deductible on the insurance, it would be quite expensive to replace. As I recited the cold, hard (somewhat exaggerated) facts, I reached out and began unbuttoning Sherry's blouse. By the time I finished, her blouse was open to her waist. Her eyes were closed; she was breathing heavily as I slipped the sheer fabric off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to expose her pert breasts.

Admiring her exposed flesh, I ran my fingernails lightly over the soft mounds of her chest, drawing an involuntary shiver from Sherry and stiffening her nipples to hard little points. I pulled her forward off the couch until she knelt on the floor in front of me. Unbuttoning my pants to release my throbbing shaft, I grabbed her head and slowly fed her my engorged stalk. I wrapped my hand around her head, feeling her dark, silky hair cascading over my fingers and roughly fucked her face until I came deep in her mouth.

This time she did a much better job of taking my load, and afterwards I looked at her, kneeling on the floor between my legs, panting slightly. Her mouth was open and her lips were glossed with a shiny mixture of spit and my cum. She sat immobile, with her eyes averted, as if she was waiting for something. I had a pretty good idea what she wanted. "Stand up." I ordered.

She was an incongruous sight as she stood for my inspection. Naked from the waist up, chest heaving slightly from her exertions, cheeks flushed and lips wet with my man milk, while down below her long black skirt covered every inch of her flesh and looked like it could have been worn by a Mormon schoolmarm. 

"You may finish now." I told her, zipping my cock back into my pants. She gave a slight whimper and hesitated. "Go on," I said. "On the couch." With a look of relief she sat back on the couch and reached under the folds of her skirt.

Her hand went straight to her crotch and began a rapid rubbing motion. "Stop!" I barked abruptly. She froze with her hand buried in her twat and although she did not look at me, I could see the panic and shame in her eyes. I lifted her skirt and bunched it around her waist, so I could see her hand burrowing inside her pretty pink panties. Grabbing the soft cotton on either side, I pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her glistening bush and soft thighs, until the damp fabric was twisted around her ankles. I spread her knees wide, exposing her steaming pink slit and engorged clit. "You may continue." I told her.

Sherry's face was red with shame and she tried to avoid eye contact as she resumed stroking her pussy, a little slower now. I stared as her fingers dipped into her dripping cunt and circled her swollen clitoris. I don't know who enjoyed her performance more, her or me, although within a few minutes, she was the one who was biting her fist to stifle a moan as her orgasm overtook her in a series of wrenching tremors.

I let her recline on the couch as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. As she caught her breath, I enjoyed the thought of how thoroughly I had turned this once-chaste housewife and mother into a cock sucking whore and sex slave, willing to do my bidding. I reached out and petted her abused and still sensitive pussy, causing her to jump at the touch. "You may go now." I told her, "but be back at the same time tomorrow." With that, I walked out of the room, leaving her to reassemble her clothes and get out.

Sure enough, the next morning, at the 'stroke' of 10, Sherry knocked on the door. In fact, Sherry made herself available every morning for the next week and I took advantage of the opportunity to train her in the fine arts of cock sucking and suburban whoring. I taught her to kneel in front of me and to keep her eyes open and holding my gaze when she blew me. With much uncomfortable practice (uncomfortable for her, that is) I taught her to take my cock deep in her throat and tongue my balls while massaging my pole with her throat muscles until I blasted my load directly down her gullet and into her stomach. I taught her how to heighten my orgasm by sucking and fondling my balls and asshole when I came. By the end of the week she had mastered enough skills so that she could have earned a good living working the docks of San Pedro. Eventually, I fucked her too. But that seemed to have the wrong emotional subtext and didn't produce quite the same rush for me, although it was fun to send her home with her cunt all soupy and awash with my jism.

Part 2

Depravity is a drug. And I was hooked. Although I was enjoying my daily sessions with Sherry, I began to feel a need to take our relationship to another level. I had periodic twinges of remorse, mostly over the fact that all of this was taking place behind Lisa's back, but the incredible sense of power and control I got from my new plaything was too great. I began scheming, thinking up new acts of debauchery that would assert my control over Sherry and give me the fix I needed. One morning, as I watched Harvey load Max into the car to go off to school, a glimmer of a plan began to form in my head.

A little while later, Sherry showed up for her daily session with me. I let her in and, as was now my custom, immediately made her strip naked and took away her clothes. I led her to the kitchen and made her clean the dishes, while I interrogated her about her husband and his daily schedule. The kitchen had several large windows to our back yard, which, although it was pretty private, still left open the possibility that someone could look in and see Sherry naked in her neighbor's kitchen as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I could see that the combination of the possibility that she might be seen and the fact that I was asking her intimate details about her family was producing a strong sexual tension in Sherry. She was nervous, frustrated and scared all at once. I moved up right behind her at the sink and pressed my fully-clothed groin into her naked ass, pinning her against the counter. I reached around and grabbed her already stiff nipples in both hands and began a vigorous twisting of those tender nubs – clockwise on the left and counter-clockwise on the right. 

"So," I hissed, with my tongue practically in her ear, "does Harvey know what you do over here every day?" 

Sherry's eyes widened. "No," she replied hesitantly, "not exactly." 

"Well, what 'exactly' do you tell him?" I asked sarcastically. 

"He told me that it was my problem and that I had to do whatever it took to fix it, so I just tell him that I do whatever you ask me to do and leave it at that."

"You mean you don't tell him that you strip naked for me?" She bit her lip and shook her head no. "You don't tell him that you suck my cock like a whore and drink my cum?" She shook her head again. "You don't tell him that you get so horny that you diddle your cunt while I watch the show?" I was twisting the knife now. "Like he doesn't know, anyways. Does he get all hot and want to fuck you afterwards, or does he just jerk off imagining all the things I'm doing to you?" 

That got a rise out of her. "Well he's not fucking me, that's for sure," she said coldly. 

I laughed at her response. "Today we're going to give him a little present."

After that, I took Sherry to the guest bedroom and put her through her paces. She demonstrated an enthusiasm bordering on hunger as she lubed up my shaft with her saliva and began stroking it rapidly with her left hand, making her diamond engagement ring glint in the dim light. She sucked my balls into her mouth and swirled them around like wine, then went down and tongued my puckered anus until it was moist and juicy, before rising up and plunging my slick shaft all the way into her throat.

I was in no mood for a display of her talents, however and I took over, fucking Sherry's face with abandon. I ruthlessly plundered her mouth and throat, pummeling her soft palate with my cockhead and slapping my balls off her chin with each stroke. I pumped my cock furiously into her mouth as I felt the cum rising in my shaft. As my spunk erupted from the tip of my shaft, I ripped my cock from her gasping mouth and began to spray down her face and hair with my hot, sticky seed. After firing a shot off her forehead, I pointed my cannon at her shiny black tresses and fired out blast after blast into her glossy mane. I squeezed out the last drop into her hair, leaving her tousseled locks festooned with sticky blobs of my cum.

Afterwards, I made her get dressed and go home without her usual masturbatory release. I instructed her not to wash or even touch the mess in her hair. I told her that if my cum wasn't still in her hair tomorrow, there would be hell to pay and that she didn't want to find out what that meant.

Part 3

The next day, I was ready to begin the next phase of my plan. I watched through the window as Harvey left with Max. I took a long hot shower and tried to relax but I was too excited. Like a kid before Christmas, I was bursting with anticipation. Finally, I locked up and went across the street and rapped sharply on Sherry and Harvey's door. Sherry was clearly surprised to see me and the shock and fear were plain on her face. "Invite me in, Sherry." I instructed her. 

She stepped aside to let me inside but as soon as she shut the door, she blurted out, "What are you doing here?", keeping her voice in a low stage whisper, even though we were the only ones in the house. 

"I thought we'd play at your house today." I replied mockingly.

Her hair looked awful. My cum had dried to a dull paste. It might not have been obvious exactly what it was, but the matted clumps sticking up from her hair were a sure sign that something was amiss.

"So how did Harvey like his present?" I asked, running my fingers through her gnarled coif.

"He didn't say anything." Sherry mumbled.

"Nice. Very nice" I replied with a laugh. "He's a classy guy. Let's go into the kitchen, I feel like a cup of coffee." Sherry put the kettle on to boil and began to straighten up the kitchen, nervously flitting from side to side. "You know, Sherry, that's not really appropriate attire for that sort of work." I said, with a nod at her plain cotton shirt and sweatpants.

"What do you want me to – oh." She stopped, realizing what I was asking. Bowing her head, she began to unbutton her shirt, peeling it off to expose her simple white underwire bra pushing up her modest chest. She slid her pants down too, revealing her plain cotton panties. It wasn't going to get her hired down at the Spearmint Rhino but watching this suburban mom reluctantly strip was tremendously exciting. As she shrugged off her bra, revealing her small breasts and diamond-hard nipples, I felt my cock twitch with joy.

When she was totally undressed, Sherry resumed her chores while I sat down on the couch and waited silently. I watched Sherry walking around the house, completely naked, cleaning up the dishes and general mess. The contrast between her stark nudity and her domestic actions was extremely stimulating. I particularly enjoyed watching her plump asscheeks shimmy as she sashayed by.

I let the tension grow in the silence between us. Although I enjoyed watching Sherry squirm in anticipation of my next move, I felt a need to exploit my control over her. As she put away what looked like the remains of the lunch she had prepared for the kids, I had an idea. I crossed the room silently and grabbed her arm as she was putting away a bag of carrots.

"So you like carrots." I stated flatly. "Me too. I love carrots." I turned the bag over and a medium-sized carrot slid out of the hole, causing Sherry to grab it before it fell to the floor. "Right now I'd like to see you love this carrot."

She looked at me like I was crazy, staring back and forth between me and the carrot while she tried to figure out what I meant. I raised my eyebrows as if to say, "What are you waiting for?". A look of shame and understanding came across her face and she slowly raised the unwashed root to her mouth and let it rest on her plush lips. Slowly she snaked out her tongue and ran it in circles over the carrot's tip before gradually sliding it into her mouth. Her embarrassment was palpable, but she did a good job attempting to appear sensual as she fellated the cold orange stalk.

When she had taken enough of the carrot into her mouth to cause her cheeks to bulge obscenely (although not down her throat, as I now knew she was capable of), I shook my head with a look of disapproval. "I said love the carrot, Sherry." She paused in mid-suck and stared at me, until that same look of shame and understanding again washed over her face.

Withdrawing the carrot from her mouth, she slowly dragged it down her torso and through the dark patch of hair between her legs. She slid the carrot across the opening to her pussy and looked at me expectantly, as if anticipating a reprieve that did not come. Bowing her legs to provide easier access, Sherry penetrated her vaginal lips and fed the carrot steadily into her canal, producing a visible shudder throughout her body. Sherry looked uncomfortable, not just because she was fucking a vegetable in front of me and her face was beet red with embarrassment, but also because her crouching position and bent legs seemed awkward.

Rising from the couch, I took her by the shoulder and led her back to the seat. Without allowing her to remove the carrot from her cunt, I eased her down on the fabric and propped her legs on either side so that she was splayed open in front of me and I had a close up view of the now slick carrot as it slid into her gaping hole. Settling back into the seat she began to warm to her work, churning her cunt with deep, steady thrusts of the glistening vegetable. She picked up her pace, pumping faster, occasionally removing the carrot from her hole to slide it along her enflamed pussy lips and over the engorged nub of her clit. On one of these strokes I took charge, interrupting her with a command.

"That's right. Run it all the way up there." She pondered this command from under heavy-lidded eyes and began sawing the greasy stalk across her clit like a concert violinist.

"Now down." She turned the carrot around and dragged it back down through her wet furrow. When she was finished she started to re-insert the carrot into her pussy, until I stopped her. "Keep going." I said calmly, "Further down." Withdrawing the carrot from her snatch, she obediently continued the southward journey of the erstwhile snack.

Her eyes were wide open now as she tentatively slid the flat of the carrot across her wrinkled ass pucker. Back and forth, like a nervous teenager playing a Bach sonata at her first recital. She would not make eye contact with me, but I could see the hot flush of shame on her cheeks. "Sherry," I said quietly, commanding her attention. "Go on." I gave her my best "Don Corleone" nod and the color drained from her face. She knew what had to be done.

Tilting the carrot outward, she began to search for her puckered opening with the tip. Probing blindly, she circled her anus with the slick stalk, spreading her pussy cream around the rim. Finally the tip dropped into the tiny aperture with what seemed to be an audible pop. She hesitated for a moment, then pushed forward with the carrot making a slight dent in the surface of her asshole, but nothing more. She shifted her grip on the carrot and tried again. This time about a half inch of carrot disappeared inside her ass as Sherry emitted a sharp moan.

"I can't do it," she said in a small voice. "It's just too tight." 

I took in the sight of her white knuckles attempting to strangle the offending carrot and her taughtly clenched abdomen and asscheeks with which she desperately attempted to expel the intruder in her rectum. I could understand why she couldn't do it. I gave her a wry, disappointed smile and leaned in to clap my hands on her shoulders and kiss her roughly on the mouth. 

"That was a good try," I hissed before I captured her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her brutally and swabbed her throat with my tongue. She whimpered with relief and I felt her go limp as she succumbed to my oral assault.

"But not good enough," I thought to myself as I drove forward with my hips and used my clothed groin to push the carrot into her sphincter. She tensed and drew a deep, sucking breath as I pressed forward and sank the first inch into her rectum. I paused for a moment to let her initial paroxysm pass and then, as if I were tapping a nail, I drove the carrot bit-by-bit deeper into her tightly clenched bowels.

When I had roughly 5 inches of the rigid root stuck in her ass, I released her mouth and sat back to enjoy my handiwork. She looked pale and drained, but perhaps not as uncomfortable as you might expect of someone with an undigested vegetable in her colon. "See," I said, encouragingly, "I knew you could do it. Now stand up."

Sherry staggered to her feet and I switched places with her, sitting myself on the chair while she stood in front of me. I reached out and grabbed the hilt of the carrot, which protruded from her ass, and pulled her roughly towards me. She gave a start and lurched forward, enabling me to plant my mouth directly over her clit and sopping pussy. I sucked hard, drawing her engorged lips and throbbing nubbin into my mouth. Sherry gasped and her knees buckled but I was able to stop her fall as my firm grip on the carrot effectively made her impale herself even more.

I flogged her clit with my tongue several times, drawing violent shudders from her. She was juicing copiously and I could literally taste her excitement. The feeling was electric. I felt totally alive and preternaturally aware of all my senses. My lust was overwhelming and I jumped up to tear off my clothes before regaining control and stopping myself with a jerk. This wasn't in the script. I had planned out much more, and giving in to my urges now would certainly put a wrench in the plans. 




Reversal of Fortune Ch. 02



I was beginning to wonder how I could pull back from this precipice and control myself, when suddenly we heard the garage door, signaling Harvey's return. Sherry flinched, but I held her firmly in place with the carrot.

Sherry turned to me pleadingly. "Please don't do this," she begged. "Just let me go upstairs and get dressed. I'll do anything you want..." I laughed inwardly at this. As if she wouldn't already do anything I wanted her to do.  

"I think you already know that's not the way it's going to go, don't you Sherry." She didn't reply, but just bowed her head and stared silently at the floor. "Now. Let's get this show started."

I dragged the carrot from her ass with a plop and set it down on the counter. Taking her by the elbow, I led her into the living room and dropped down on the big overstuffed couch. I pulled Sherry down next to me and ordered her to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It was, of course, fully rampant. 

"Start sucking it, nice and slow. And whatever happens, don't speak or do anything unless I tell you to, understand?" I thought I saw a tear welling in her eye as she nodded silently and assumed a crouching position on her knees next to me on the sofa. I pressed her head into my groin and was treated to the incredible sensation of my cock slipping into her warm, slippery mouth. I guided her head up and down slowly; setting the pace I wanted her to take. Despite her apprehension, she settled into a deliberate rhythm, bathing my shaft in her slick saliva and massaging the pulsing veins with her tongue on every long, slow stroke. It was an incredible, luxurious suck and I was just contemplating how much her skills had improved in scarcely more than a week, when the door to the garage burst open and Harvey walked in.

Part 4

I had one arm splayed across the top of the couch and the other resting on Sherry's naked back, so I could feel her cringe when she heard the door open but I applied gentle pressure to remind her of her place. Harvey said hello and took a step into the room, then stopped short as he took in the lewd sight in front of him. I lounged casually on their plush sofa, smiling nonchalantly, while his naked wife knelt at my side, bobbing slowly and steadily on my cock, without so much as a glance at Harvey. 

"Hi there," I said cheerily. "Come on in." I waved him into the living room and gestured to one of the other chairs as if it were mine. 

Harvey looked like he had been punched in the stomach by Mike Tyson. His mouth gaped open and he moved like a sleepwalker. "Just like Sherry, when I first broke her," I thought to myself. 

Harvey sank slowly in the chair and mumbled, "What's going on here?" to no one in particular. 

"Oh," I said, as if I were just noticing it myself. "Well, your little slut wife was just giving me a blowjob. Like she does every day. You know, it was really a fabulous idea of yours to turn her into a cum-sucking whore," I stated matter-of-factly. "She's quite good at it, too, you know. Or maybe you don't."

I glanced at Harvey's face for a reaction. I could see that he knew something wasn't right with what I said but he was too transfixed by his wife's rhythmic cocksucking action to respond. I brushed back Sherry's thick black hair to give him a better view. He was treated to the sight of Sherry's wet lips stretched tightly around my glistening pole as it slipped back and forth in her mouth. Sherry's eyes were closed and she gripped my balls tightly as she pistoned her face up and down on my straining meat. "I'm sure Sherry would thank you, too," I said, "except her mouth's a little full of dick right now."

There was a loud slurping noise, like the last sip of soda through a straw, as Sherry momentarily broke the seal of her lips on my cock and her warm saliva cascaded down my shaft and onto my balls. Now it was Harvey's turn to flinch at the coarse sound. His eyes never left his wife's straining lips and bulging cheeks, even as he moaned audibly. 

"This is awful." He wailed softly, again, to no one in particular. "This has got to stop. Stop this. STOP IT!" He made a half-hearted effort to be forceful but I just chuckled at him. 

"Oh it's much too late for that," I told him. "Sherry's my little slut-whore now and there's no going back, I'm afraid."

I could feel an acrid sexual dynamic perfuming the air, like burning leaves on a fall day. Even while Harvey was in obvious distress at the sight of his wife naked and humiliated in front of him, Sherry was obediently maintaining her slow and steady pace milking my cock with her hungry mouth. She was sending a message with her very debasement, that Harvey was going to pay for his sins. "She's such a good little cocksucker, too." I told him. "Look at how focused she is. Nothing can tear her away from my cock. Go ahead, call her name and see what happens." 

Harvey looked pained but he managed to croak out a small, strangled "Sherry." Sherry didn't so much as open her eyes. 

"See, I can do this, and she just keeps on sucking." Although not large, Sherry's breasts were dangling pendulously due to her position. I reached around her torso with one hand and clamped one of her stiff nipples in my firm grasp. I twisted the hard nub roughly, eliciting a slight whimper from her. Then I yanked on her teat, pulling it down and stretching the tender flesh until I could almost rub her sensitive point against the rough fabric of the couch.

Letting go of her breast, I slid my hand along her back, caressing her soft ass and probing for her steaming center. I felt the heat even before I felt the first wispy hairs on her plump pussy. She was positively dripping. "Or this," I said, sloshing my fingers lazily in her overflowing pussy. "Or even this." I scooped up a load of her juices with my fingers and spread it over her exposed asshole. My fingertips circled the dimpled flesh, feeling every ridge of her tight pucker. 

Surreptitiously I slid my other hand under her hair and onto the back of her neck, so I could control her when I made my next move. I jammed my long middle finger directly into the center of her clenched little aperture, sinking it into her ass up to the second knuckle. Sherry shifted a little bit on the couch, adjusting to this new invasion but kept up her steady sucking action. I wormed my finger farther into her rectum until it was sunk to the hilt and I smiled at Harvey. "Isn't that great? Even with a finger buried up her ass, she doesn't miss a beat."

I sat back, letting Harvey take in the scene and just enjoying the sensations. I established a rhythm: as Sherry bobbed on my shaft, I fucked into her ass with my finger on each downstroke, pushing her forward and driving my cock deeper into her throat. 

"You've come at a very good time." I stated to Harvey. "I'm just about to fuck Sherry's ass for the first time." Harvey's eyes bugged out at that one. "At least, it's the first time for me. I don't suppose you've ever done her in the butt?" I inquired, but based on his reaction I already knew the answer. "Well, I guess we're all in for a treat then."

"You can't do that. Stop it right now!" Harvey spluttered, attempting something like anger and indignation. 

"Of course I can, you stupid toad, and I'm going to enjoy it too. Let me ask you this: what did you think was going to happen when you sent her over to settle your debts without any money? Did you think she could work it off by babysitting? Even you can't be that stupid. No, of course not. You were turning her out as the neighborhood whore. But you're a lousy pimp, my friend. A wife for a window? Such a deal!

"But enough talking already, I've got an anal cherry to pop." 

"Wait!" Harvey shrieked, as I started to stand up. "This has gone far enough. I'm calling the police." 

I stopped, fixed Harvey with my coldest stare, and gave an exasperated sigh. "Harvey, Harvey, Harvey," I said, shaking my head. "If that's how you'd like it, go ahead. And while you're doing that, I'll be on the phone too, calling Sherry's parents to let them know that you've turned her into a whore for your benefit – that she's been sucking a stranger's cock every day for the last week because you won't pay your debts. How does that sound?" I was glad I still had my hand on Sherry's neck, because she tried to protest that one. I held her firmly in place, so that my cock muffled her protestations. I had a hunch that Sherry's parents, aside from being general battleaxes, were probably giving them a substantial amount of money and I could see from Harvey's face that he was calculating exactly how devastating such a revelation would be. He slumped back in his chair, frozen in mid-tirade, and I knew it was over. They were both mine.

"No? You don't want that?" I asked rhetorically. "Alright then, we're agreed: your wife is an anal whore. Now, where were we? Sherry, get up. You go here, over the edge." I patted the arm of the sofa to show where she was to bend over. She stood up, letting my cock drop with a wet slap against my belly. Brushing her hair out of her face, she started to position herself at the end of the sofa. Her face was the most erotic mixture of anxiety, trepidation and defiance I've ever seen.

I stood up as well and moved behind her. Harvey and I both had a perfect view of Sherry's ass, draped submissively over the arm of the sofa, with her furry snatch glistening wetly and peeking out from between her legs. "That's perfect!" I said to no one in particular. 

"Sherry, show us where you want me to put my cock. Go on. Show me!" Slowly but without hesitation, Sherry reached back and grabbed each of her plump asscheeks in one hand and pulled them apart, bringing her wrinkled brown sphincter into view. It was exquisitely obscene, beyond even my wildest fantasies.

As Harvey and I both stared at Sherry lewdly exposing her tight virgin anus to be violated for the first time, I had another fiendish idea. "Harv – since this is Sherry's first assfuck, we might need to do a little preparation first, so it doesn't hurt too much. Think you can handle it?"

Harvey looked stunned. "What?" he asked incredulously. "What do you mean, what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. It's up to you, but if it were me, I'd probably get it nice and wet, so my cock slides right in." 

"You mean lick it?!? I can't do that!" He protested lamely.

I gave another sigh. "Of course you can," I admonished. "But it's up to you. If you don't care how painful it is for her, then skip it." Harvey's eyes were wide and panicked, as he futilely searched for a way out. I gave him a gentle push so that he was right behind Sherry's upturned ass and smiled as he slowly sank to his knees in front of her exposed asshole. Hesitantly, he stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and cautiously touched the tip of it to her taut asscheek, as if it might explode on contact.

"That's not going to do much there," I scolded. "Go on, lick her asshole. Get it nice and sloppy. Work your tongue up inside and lube it up for me." He shivered involuntarily and started out slowly, cautiously poking her sphincter with his wet tongue, but before long he was swabbing her anus as if it were a delicious ice cream cone. Silently, I wondered if it tasted of carrot. 

"Much better," I encouraged, as I stripped off my clothes in final preparation to mount Sherry's ass. "You're a fine ass licker." And just then, I had the most fiendish idea yet...

"You know Harvey," I said slowly, "There's one more thing that needs to be prepared before I can shove it in Sherry's ass. Come over here and get me ready."

Harvey froze, with his tongue buried up Sherry's shit pipe. He lifted his head but did not turn to look at me. "I can't do that. Please don't make me do that," he begged.

"Stand up, you sniveling asslicker!" I barked. "Drop your pants. Show us what you've got in there."

Harvey obediently slid down his sweatpants to reveal a pair of white BVDs, covering an obvious erection. "Those too. Now!" Harvey dropped trou and out popped his stiff prick, standing at full salute. I was delighted to see that, although it wasn't tiny, it was noticeably smaller than mine, both in length and girth.

"Look at that, Sherry." I said casually. "Look how turned on he is by the idea of tasting my cock. I always knew he had faggy tendencies." I grabbed my stiff cock and waggled it in Harvey's direction. "Come on Harveeeey," I said in my most fey voice. "Let's go, time's a wastin'. I've got places to go and sphincters to hoe." I chuckled at my own bad joke and looked at Harvey, staring transfixed at my cock. "On your knees," I growled, in my sternest voice, snapping Harvey out of his trance. He sank to the floor, looking beaten.

I stepped up to him and thrust my pole in his face. Afraid to touch it with his hands, Harvey stuck out his tongue and tried to swipe at my bobbing shaft. "That's weak, you pussy! Show your wife how much you love her by lubing up the cock that's going to plow her ass for the first time." 

Stung by my words, Harvey reached out with one hand and steadied my cock daintily with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. I saw that Sherry had twisted her head around to observe the action, still spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands. Harvey began to lick my cock with long flat strokes of his tongue, trying to deliver maximum saliva with minimum contact with my pole. But when I saw that the underside of my cock was resting on the surface of his tongue, I thrust forward, sliding my pole into his mouth and ending that plan.

Harvey didn't pull away and I began thrusting slowly back and forth in his mouth, fucking his face as he sat there passively. I observed that his ears were bright red, presumably out of embarrassment. "Mmm. That's good!" I said in mock surprise as Harvey began sucking more actively. "Your husband's a good little cocksucker. I think he likes it too. I tell you what Harvey, or should I call you 'Harriet?' I'll offer you a choice. Since you like to eat dick so much, you can save Sherry's ass, literally, by sucking me off. If you swallow my load, I probably won't be able to fuck Sherry's ass, at least today. If you don't like the deal, it's no problem. Just say so and I'm ready to ream her ass right now."

I could see him weighing the distasteful options and I was impressed when he fed my cock back into his mouth and started sucking away, although whether he was motivated by lust or a bizarre chivalry, I couldn't say. I had no intention of letting him distract me from his wife's virgin asshole, however, so after a few seconds of his mouth action I pulled my cock from his mouth, leaving his lips pursed in the shape of my shaft and a look of total surprise and humiliation on his face. "Time's up," I said gaily. "Time for the main event!"

Part 5

I left Harvey on his knees in shock, and stepped up behind Sherry where she lay bent over the couch. She had been twisted around, watching her husband willingly suck cock like a one-legged whore, but when she saw me move into position with my hard cock in hand, she closed her eyes and turned away, gritting her teeth in preparation for the impending assault on her anus. She was still holding her asscheeks spread wide, so I slapped my shaft against her puckered hole, causing her to jump in surprise and knocking some of Harvey's saliva into her asscrack. I rammed my hand underneath her body, sliding my thumb into her steaming twat and sliding my hand forward until I pinched her swollen clit between two fingers. At the same time, I used the thumb of my other hand to spread the saliva around her tightly clenched sphincter.

I had a moment of doubt about the task at hand. Her asshole seemed impossibly tight and I momentarily considered what my fall-back plan should be if I could not fit my cock inside. However, as I massaged the bumpy surface, her anus began to relax little by little, drawing my thumb in deeper with each stroke, until soon it was fully ensconced in her backside. It was show time.

I withdrew my thumb from her tight cavity and grabbed my cock, moving it into position like a general bringing his artillery corps into battle. I paused to prolong the tension. It was perfectly silent, like someone had just put us on "pause." I moved forward until the tip of my howitzer was just brushing the wisp of hair around her sex. I looked over at Harvey. He was staring slack-jawed at the spot where my cock disappeared between his wife's legs. I almost laughed.

To throw them both a curveball and because I needed some more lubrication, I slid my shaft through her wet furrow and into Sherry's steaming cunt. She let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. With a few strokes to coat myself in her juices, I pulled out and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her dark hole.

I changed my position to improve the angle of my penetration and began to bear down. Sherry squirmed but there was nowhere for her to go – she was pinned between my cock and the arm of the couch. For a moment it was a stand off. Her rubbery pucker strained, bent, but did not give way under the force of my blunt assault. I continued to apply pressure however, and suddenly her sphincter parted and the crown of my cock popped into her anus. I truly felt like a king as I savored the tight grasp of her most private orifice.

I pressed forward and the three of us groaned simultaneously as my cock slid into her rectum for the first time, although each for very different reasons. I felt an incredible rush of adrenaline as I watched my shaft steadily disappear into her backside until I was fully sheathed inside her colon. Sherry gave one long, low, keening wail as her back passage opened to accept me into her depths and I continued my steady thrusting. Harvey looked stricken. His eyes were glassy and I thought he might faint.

I set up a steady rhythm, pounding her asshole like a well-oiled pile driver. I thrilled at the sight of the undulating waves of assflesh produced as my hips slammed repeatedly into her rump. Sherry was still using both hands to spread her cheeks wide for my benefit, but she was tilting her pelvis back and forth, apparently in an effort to grind her clit into the upholstery. She lay face down on the seat of the sofa with her head turned to the side, giving me a perfect view of her tightly closed eyes and gaping mouth. I watched as a sequence of tiny vibrations began to take over her body until she was consumed by a series of giant, wracking spasms.

I could feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly. I wanted to hold it off and prolong this incredible feeling, but I was unable to pull myself "out of the moment." It was simply too exciting: taking Sherry's anal virginity while Harvey looked on helplessly, ruthlessly plundering her ass until she orgasmed with her asshole skewered on my driving shaft in front of her uptight loser of a husband.

Sherry was gripped by another round of tremors as I continued to pound away at her ravaged asshole. "That's right!" I hissed. "Again!" I watched a drop of my sweat fall and spatter on her back, just above where my hands were sunk into her hips. That and the seemingly constant spasming of her clenching sphincter set me off and I erupted with a roar, pouring my seed into her ruined rectum.

Now it was my turn to be consumed with tremors as I filled her ass with great pulsing surges of my semen. I erupted again and again, and the exquisite tightness of her clutching bowels eased slightly as her back passage filled with my lubricating paste. I thrust into her a few more times and then fell forward in one final climactic lunge, sinking my shaft as deep into her intestines as it would go, determined to shoot my spunk directly into her stomach if possible.

I lay across Sherry's back, regaining my breath and senses, and could feel Sherry beneath me heaving gently as she went through the same process. I remembered the other player in our drama and looked over at Harvey. He was slumped in a chair, staring at us with the same vacant look as before, only now he had his swollen cock gripped firmly in his fist. He didn't appear to be stroking it, but from the looks of the pre-cum weeping profusely from the tip, he wasn't far off.




Reversal of Fortune Ch. 02



Slowly, I peeled myself off of Sherry's back and began to extricate my shaft gradually from her anus. I was still hard but deflating rapidly as I withdrew from her ass and was greeted by the sight of her cavernous hole gaping at me like a secret passage to her soul. A drop of my slop drooled wetly from her yawning maw and fell on the floor, only to be joined rapidly by a succession of even larger blobs pushed out by her spasming rectum. This was the most deliciously obscene scene I could possibly imagine and I had a visceral sense of euphoria wash over me as I watched her anus gulping for air like a fish on the deck.

Apparently Harvey had a similar reaction as he let out a strangled moan and began to spurt his cock sauce onto the carpet without a single stroke on his shaft. I watched Sherry take in the scene and was fascinated by the look on her face as she saw her husband climax at the sight of her anal despoliation.

I grabbed a pillow from the couch and used it to wipe the santorum from my cock, leaving a greasy brown smear on the cream-colored fabric, and stumbled off to the kitchen. Sherry and Harvey lay sprawled behind; Sherry face down across the arm of the couch and Harvey slumped heavily in the chair. Neither one looked at me or at each other. I was sweating profusely from my exertions and I gulped water directly from the faucet to cool down.

"I don't know about you guys," I shouted from the kitchen, "but I'm hungry. Hey Harvey, do you like carrots?"





Reversal of Fortune Ch. 03



The following tale is part of the series "Reversal of Fortune." Each of the parts can be read independently, although together they tell a broader story. I hope you will enjoy this one and elect to read the others as well. 

* * * * * 

The line stretched out the gates to the antechamber. Dozens of women. Some young, some older. Some in swimsuits, some in lingerie. Many were naked. And there were the uniforms: nurses, cheerleaders, lawyers and nuns. Most were gasping in the oppressive heat, wiping sweaty brows and fanning overheated bosoms. No one seemed surprised at the smoldering sulfur pots or the oily black smoke which perfumed the air. I ran my eyes along the line where it snaked toward the foot of my throne.

Near the head of the line, about five back from the front was a hot young milkmaid. I slammed the butt of my pitchfork on the ground, producing a bolt of flame which silenced the chattering crowd and captured everyone's attention.

"You!" I barked gruffly, pointing at her with the jagged trident. "To the front!"

She stepped cautiously to the front of the line.

"Stand there." I commanded, pointing to a spot just in front of me and to the side.

Oh man, she was gorgeous. Deliciously young, fresh and ripe. Perfect natural breasts. Not overly large, but perfectly shaped, firm and virtually begging to be sucked, pulled and bitten. She had flawless dewy skin and a flat, hard stomach which flowed into an enticing valley between her legs topped with a well-trimmed patch of golden curls.

I grunted in pleasure as the familiar feeling of desire coursed through me.

"Nice tits," I said harshly, "now rub your cunt."

She reached down and began to probe her downy pussy with one hand, feeling cautiously for the tenderest spots.

"Two hands!" I ordered impatiently. "Put one in your cunt and fuck yourself and rub your clit with the other one."

She flinched at the cruel tone, but brought her other hand down and obediently inserted two fingers into her pretty pussy, splaying her swollen lips out to either side. She began rubbing her clit, too, rubbing in deliberate, firm circles around the swollen nub.

"Harder! Rub it harder."

She seemed to expect this and began sawing her hand faster and harder across her inflamed clit. I observed how, with two hands in her crotch, her arms were pushing her tits together, causing the perfect orbs to jiggle and shake with every movement. I looked at the depraved spectacle of the innocent young woman frigging herself furiously and dancing the solo jig of passion in front of me. It was exactly what I needed. My cock began to inflate like a carnival balloon.

Soon it stood up straight -- an angry missile, jutting proudly from between my muscled, hairy thighs, glowing with heat and power. As red as a tomato, throbbing malevolently, the cock practically demanded attention. I didn't have to look far.

There, in her customary spot on her knees between my legs was my neighbor Sherry, naked, with her eyes cast down at the floor. Formerly an ordinary soccer mom, and casual partner in suburban driveway chit chat, she was now little more than a cum-bucket, a servant to my rampant libido, a series of compliant orifices to be used at my whim. I grabbed a fistful of her matted black hair and pulled her face up and without so much as a word impaled her on my jutting spike.

There was a sizzling sound and then a sweet rush of pleasure so intense it crossed my eyes. In a corner of my blurred vision I noticed the milkmaid writhing in pleasure, furiously twisting her nipples and pounding her clit as she teetered on the edge of climax. The sight of her frantic passion fueled my own desire, and I decide to enjoy the show a while longer.

"Stop!" I roared at her, producing a belch of flame. 

"You." I pointed to the thirty-something librarian at the front of the line, naked except for her horn-rimmed glasses.

"Turn around and get on your knees."

She complied at once, presenting me with her fleshy ass.

I turned my gaze back to the sex-addled milkmaid.

"Sit down, there." I instructed, nodding at the prostrate librarian.

The young girl cautiously straddled the librarian's back and carefully lowered herself onto the older woman's pelvis.

"Now continue."

The girl eagerly resumed strumming her clit and squeezing her flushed and sweaty breasts. In her overheated condition she quickly ascended the slope towards orgasm, so I interrupted her once more.

"Put that one in your ass." I growled pointing to the hand mauling her tits.

She moved her hand, first to her dripping pussy, where she coated her fingers with her slippery liquids, then to her pretty pink asshole, which she swabbed with the viscous fluid. She tapped at the tiny hole several times, before gaining purchase with her finger tip. The fingers on her other hand were furiously flying over her engorged clit and she let out a loud hiss as she wiggled the one finger deeper into her anal canal. With a moaning shudder she lost control and tipped over the edge of lust.

The surrender in her eyes as she succumbed to the simultaneous pleasures of the finger burrowing into her ass and the abuse of her overheated clit was all it took to push me over the brink and trigger my own eruption. I felt the fiery seed pour forth into Sherry's sucking mouth in several burning spurts.

When I was finished injecting my cum into Sherry's mouth, I looked down at her. Sherry's cheeks bulged and she was breathing heavily through her nose as she sat obediently in front of me. I nodded at her.

"You may dispose of it now," I rumbled. "Give it to Harvey."

Harvey. Sherry's husband. My lip curled in contempt just saying his name. I had thought of him as a pompous asslicker from the first time I met him. But since I had enslaved his wife and made her my sex toy, I now found that he was much less of an annoyance.

Harvey obviously heard his name, because my asshole suddenly felt empty as he removed his tongue and crawled out from his spot under my throne. His mouth hung open and his dirty tongue stretched out, eager for his meal. Sherry turned her head with a practiced twist and inserted her mouth in Harvey's, depositing the precious load there. When she pulled away a sticky strand of cum trailed across his chin and a hot flush of anger instantly coursed through me.

"Lick it up!" I thundered, steam literally blasting out of my ears. "You fool!"

His tongue snaked out and attempted to retrieve the wayward scum, but was only partially successful. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my tail uncoiled from behind me and reared towards Harvey striking him in the face with the flat side of the pointy tip. Harvey recoiled in surprise and shock, and I heard myself screaming "No, no, no" as the malevolent tail continued to bludgeon Harvey about the head and shoulders.

Shockingly, Harvey began to bleat like a sheep as the writhing red prong probed now at his side, jabbing deeper and deeper into his flesh and tearing out large chunks of tissue with each strike. The barbed tail left raw gaping pits behind, revealing the meat inside which was startlingly red and smoldering slightly at the edges. The acrid smell of charred flesh wafted up to my nose, causing a shiver of revulsion. Still, the tail seemed to have a mind of its own, attacking repeatedly and without mercy. His distress cries grew louder and louder with each piercing jab and between the plaintive bleating and the oily smoke, all the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. My vision blurred and my head began to swim. The shrieking reached an ear-splitting crescendo as the room and everything in it dissolved into a shapeless gray fog.

* * * * *

I sat bolt upright. The alarm clock squealed like a leaky balloon until Lisa rolled over and slapped it with a practiced hand to start the snooze cycle. Without missing a beat she gathered the covers around her and rolled over to go back to sleep. I was wide awake and my heart was pounding. Our bedroom was gray and calm. Outside, a few birds cheerfully announced the expected arrival of the sun. My damp, clammy skin told a different story. I looked at Lisa sleeping peacefully. What had happened? Was that me? Was I different? Had I sprouted horns and a forked tail? Did Lisa sense what I had become?

Only a few hours earlier I had experienced the culmination of my recent transformation. I had experienced the awakening of an element of my personality that I wasn't aware existed, and apparently was still coming to grips with.

* * * * *

Through a mundane set of circumstances, I had recently taken control of Sherry and Harvey, my neighbors from across the street, enslaving them psychologically and sexually. At first it was simply opportunistic. The opportunity to get back at my pompous neighbor and have my way with his compliant wife fell in my lap, so to speak. I mean, what would you have done? But to my surprise, I found that once I had a taste, I craved more.

After repeatedly dominating Sherry, the previously chaste suburban housewife and mother, and introducing her to an increasingly depraved series of sexual humiliations, I reached the zenith (or nadir) of my transformation when I brought Harvey, her blowhard jerk of a husband into the mix and made him watch and even assist as I bent Sherry compliantly over the arm of their own couch and ruthlessly fucked her previously virgin ass. It was incredible. I loved it. I had indulged my darkest fantasies and had my way with the hapless Cohens.

But this latest episode hadn't been just opportunism. No, I had made it happen. What did that say about me?

After the initial scene I called them both into the kitchen. They were a sight. Sherry walked slowly and unsteadily, whether from wobbly legs or sore asshole, I couldn't tell. Her dark hair was tousled and askew, covering much of her flushed face, but she did nothing to brush it away, preferring to hide behind the dark veil. Harvey attempted to look nonchalant, but he couldn't make eye contact with me or Sherry. For my part, I felt alive in a way I never had before -- that I had unlocked a door to a secret chamber that contained some previously hidden part of my soul.

"Anyone thirsty?" I asked casually.

I opened their fridge and took out a big jug of water. Unscrewing the cap, I took a long swig directly from the bottle.

"Sherry, want a drink?" I asked.

She peered out cautiously from behind her loose bangs and shrugged affirmatively. I took another swig and leaned down to give her a deep kiss and pass the water into her mouth. She was initially surprised and I felt a good bit of the cool liquid run out of her mouth and drip off her chin onto her naked torso. Recovering her composure, Sherry adjusted to accept my offering, and our tongues sparred as she swallowed my mouthful. I made sure Harvey had a good view of my hand mauling Sherry's breasts as we continued our deep French kiss.

Coming up for air, I took another deep swig from the bottle and held it out to Harvey.

"Want some?" I asked, wiping my chin.

Harvey stared at the bottle, scarcely able to conceal his disgust.

"What? Are you waiting for a kiss too?" I spat at him.

Harvey flinched visibly at the implication.

The bag of carrots I had previously used to inaugurate Sherry's reluctant anus still lay on the counter, including the offending instrument itself.

"Who's hungry?" I asked coolly. "I'm famished."

I pulled a fresh stalk out of the bag and took a big bite.

"Sherry."

I handed her another fresh carrot and she took a big bite too.

"Harvey."

I handed him the one that had been up Sherry's ass. He looked at it, unsure. From where I sat it looked normal, but up close? Who knows? Could he see the shit streaks? Smell the funk of his wife's ass; sense the slight coating of butt juices? He took a big bite, showing no sign that he recognized the taste of his wife's ass on the cool vegetable. I looked at Sherry. She stared at Harvey in fascination.

"Hold it right there Harvey. Don't move."

Harvey froze with the carrot protruding from his mouth.

"Okay, now grab the carrot with both hands."

He complied, hesitantly. He made a lewd image, apparently fellating the carrot.

Sherry had a wild gleam in her eyes and her nipples were clearly hard. Seeing her arousal, I noticed that my cock was tingling with renewed energy.

"You know Harvey, I'm feeling like another round. You'd better get in there and clean her up. I don't want any sloppy seconds, even if they are my own."

Harvey looked at me incredulously.

"Come on Harvey -- now!

"No way!" he bleated in panic. "Why would I do that? You already threatened me and, and... and fucked my wife. Why should I let you torture me like that? What else can you do? I don't care who you tell."

I fixed Harvey with a steely glare. I don't know where it came from, but suddenly I knew exactly what to say.

"You're right, Harvey. I already fucked your wife in the ass, and I think we both know that I'm going to do it again, and you can't do a thing to stop me because she wants it. Wants it bad. In fact, you're going to help me. You're going to do whatever I say, because I'll tell you what I can do Harvey that would make it worse. I could kick you out of here -- send you to the other room so you can't be part of this little game. You want it worse than her. We all saw how excited you got watching me, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out on any of this action."

At that I gave Sherry a sharp slap on her ass with my open hand, producing a satisfying crack. She jerked in surprise and a handprint bloomed on her pale cheek.

"Sherry, lean forward," I commanded.

Sherry complied, lying flat across the kitchen table.

"Now spread it."

Without hesitation, Sherry reached back and pulled apart her plump soft buns, revealing her crinkled pucker. It had resumed its tightly closed shape, but appeared slightly red and raw around the edges.

"More!" I bellowed, and Sherry pulled harder on her ass cheeks, producing a slight gap in the abused orifice.

"Now push."

I could see Sherry's stomach muscles clench and her asshole spasm.

"Again!"

This time the writhing of her sphincter produced a single pearly drop of wetness which emerged tentatively from her tightly-stretched anus like a worm after the rain.

"There," I barked at Harvey, "get in there and clean that up. I want it nice and shiny clean for my cock."

This time Harvey was overcome by his fascination with her violated portal and sank to his knees between Sherry's outstretched legs. He placed his palms on her fleshy rump and leaned in towards her gaping crack. I could clearly see a shudder of revulsion pass through his back and quiver his shoulders. But he leaned in closer and touched his tongue to her pussy. He didn't hesitate and immediately used the flat of his tongue to swipe the length of her crack -- passing directly over her dewy pucker and cleaning away the creamy discharge.

"Very good!" I said, genuinely impressed. "Now get in there and really scour her out. Get your tongue up in there and get every last drop. I want to see her asshole shine!"

Harvey bent to his task and was as good as my word. He rimmed Sherry's tortured anus furiously, teasing forth another drop of my spunk as her sphincter slowly relaxed under the pleasing onslaught.

Then Harvey stiffened his tongue and pushed it firmly into her ass. He made surprising headway, plunging into her rectum until his tongue was fully seated and his chin bottomed out against her crack. I could see his jaw working as he pistoned his tongue inside her anal sheath, scouring away my recent deposit. Sherry moaned in helpless pleasure as Harvey's tongue plied the depths of her ass. I'm not sure who was enjoying it more.

The depraved sight now made me shiver involuntarily. It was a rush. A hit right into the vein. And my main vein was fully hard.

"Nice work. Now step aside."

Harvey stumbled slightly as I pushed him away from Sherry's ass crack and stepped into his place. I admired her dilated pucker and circled her slick sphincter with my index finger.

"Hand me that," I said to Harvey, pointing at an oil and vinegar salad set on the window sill next to him. He daintily picked up the whole set by the loop in the top and swung it over to me. What did he think I was going to do with the vinegar?

"Just this part. Put the rest away," I said, taking the oil.

I poured the oil in a thin stream over her asshole and watched as it dripped down her pussy lips.

"Just adding a little oil to the salad you tossed" I explained casually. Then I jammed two fingers deep in her ass with one smooth stroke. Sherry grunted, and I could feel her sphincter bear down reflexively on the intruders. But the tight ring quickly relaxed and I began rhythmically pumping her oily asshole, spreading my fingers so that every upstroke caused the wrinkled edges of her sphincter to stretch and pull away from her body. Soon her anus was blooming like a spring rose.

I pulled my fingers roughly from her ass, eliciting a slight gasp from Sherry and grabbed my stiff pole. I gave it one stroke to spread some of the slippery oil and slid my shaft into place between her cheeks. Now it was Sherry's turn to shiver as I butted the head of my cock against her ass hole. I leaned forward and slowly but forcefully drove the length of my pipe up her chute in one motion. Sherry groaned plaintively as my shaft plumbed the depth of her colon.

Her tone changed to a hissing "Ooooooh..." as I slowly withdrew from the clutching grasp of her ass.

I drove forward again slowly repeating the process while Sherry cooed and keened like the finest Stradivari-ass.

"Come closer," I ordered Harvey. "Did you ever think you would see this?"

I pulled my cock from Sherry's abused asshole. After two violations in less than an hour, it gaped open, greasy, red and raw. I plunged my shaft back into her ravaged ass and delivered a few rapid-fire thrusts which set the table and her generous cheeks shaking. Harvey stared transfixed at the place where my root entered his wife's bowels. His face was blank but his focus was clear. I yanked my cock out and waved it in Harvey's general direction. I laughed out loud as he opened his mouth reflexively, prepared to take my dirty cock in.

"Very good Harvey," I laughed. "You want to show us what you can do with that mouth of yours? Is that it? You want to show us what you can do with this?"

I taunted him with my soiled, throbbing cock.

"I don't think so. Not today. I think you'd like that too much. Don't you think Harvey would like that, Sherry?"

Sherry looked at me, cross-eyed with lust, and nodded, slowly.

"Uh huh," she grunted with surprising authority, making me think that she'd like to see that herself.

"Yes, I agree. The little cocksucker would like that. No Harvey, you can show off your cock sucking talents some other time. Now's not the time, so you just kneel there and watch."

I set up a pattern, alternating between pumping my cock into Sherry's plump ass in rapid fire strokes and pulling it out to tease Harvey with the sight of my engorged tool and Sherry's yawning anus.

Her ass felt absolutely incredible molded around my dick, and I reveled in the clutching heat of my new toy as I stroked in and out. I was surprised at how quickly my climax came on. I fought it for as long as I could, but when the end became inevitable, I yanked my cock from Sherry's ass and turned toward Harvey as my twitching cock suddenly exploded, firing a blast of molten sperm directly into his face. Another blast caught him right in the neck, and his hand clutched at his throat in a gesture of surprise.

I turned back to Sherry and slid my convulsing cock back into her gaping chute. I pressed in deep and enjoyed the feel of her spasming colon milking me through the last few paroxysms. All too soon I was done.




Reversal of Fortune Ch. 03



I staggered away from the table, pulling my cock from Sherry's ass with a noisy slurp. I gasped for breath, stunned by the intensity of the illicit ass fuck, and surveyed the scene.

Sherry lay limply sprawled across the table, seemingly drained of all energy. Her hair was askew and her skin was flushed and mottled with sweat and my handprints. I looked underneath the explosion of hair and caught a brief glimpse of Sherry's eyes, not glazed and vacant as I expected, but seemingly bright with an emotion that looked a lot like triumph.

* * * * *

The buzzer went off again, and this time Lisa groped for the switch to shut it off and stumbled off to the bathroom. Soon I could hear the shower running as Lisa cleansed herself before the start of the day. I felt guilty at what I had done, and by how aroused I had become thinking of it. Could I wash away my own filth, or was this what I had become? I was shocked and horrified at what I had done and the depth of the depravity that had come out of my soul, and especially the ease and joy with which I had imposed it on my neighbors. But I also felt a sense of pride that started as just a warm glow in my stomach and swelled as I relived the previous day's events until I burst out with an audible laugh as I remembered Harvey unwittingly eating the carrot that had been the instrument of his wife's anal de-virginization.

I lay bolt awake and listened to the birds chirp to greet the new morning as I sorted through my feelings. Then I had an idea. Slowly, I began to form a plan. A plan that would set everything right.

* * * * *

Later that afternoon I phoned Sherry and told her that she was late for her daily servicing and that she needed to come over right away, which she did. Sherry looked extremely nervous, since this was the first time in all the time I had been dominating her that I had phoned and ordered her to appear.

"Should I, um, undress?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes, of course," I spat.

I watched her strip with business-like efficiency. As they always did, my spirits soared as each layer was peeled away and first her undergarments then her pale soft flesh came into view. This time, as she turned to put her clothes on a chair, her ass came into view and I looked at it with a whole new perspective.

Yesterday it had been a hidden treasure. An illicit thrill. An enjoyable bauble. Today it was -- well, it was mine. And most of all, it was a passageway to her soul for me to use to give her the sort of rough love she desired.

She turned back around and straightened up for inspection, ready for her next task. I wasted no time.

"Come over here."

Sherry came forward until she was directly in front of me, where I immediately guided her to her knees and thrust my swiftly stiffening dick in her face. She took it in without any delay.

With practiced precision she began rapidly sucking me in and out to bring me to full hardness, pausing only to deposit a big wet dollop of saliva on the end of my tool. When I was at full salute, I grabbed her ears and took complete control, steadily fucking her face. I plunged readily into her accommodating mouth, plugging her throat a little deeper with each stroke. I noted with some pride that she scarcely seemed to struggle to accommodate the intruder in her windpipe.

"You're ready for the next step. You can do so much more. Yes, you're ready for the next step, and I called you over to talk about it. Are you prepared to discuss taking the next step?" 

Of course, her mouth was a little too full to respond. She looked up at me with her mouth stretched around my deeply embedded pole and nodded. Some sort of grunt emerged from her throat.

"Good. I knew you would be," I said, tilting her head to capture her gaze.

While still looking directly in her eyes I began pumping my cock rapidly into the back of her throat, using my grip on her ears to pull her forward roughly with each stroke, impaling her ruthlessly on my skewer. I pulled back only far enough to gather momentum, never fully leaving her throat. I jack-hammered her trachea without pause for about thirty seconds, until she began to gag. When I withdrew my shaft it came out with a gasp followed by some weak sputtering.

"You may be surprised by what I'm going to tell you. You may even think you can't do it. But I'm confident you're going to enjoy it. And more importantly, I'm sure that I'm going to enjoy it."

I set up a slow, steady rhythm, pummeling her esophagus with my cock as I slowly told her my plan. I wanted to make sure she understood the details of my instructions. At one point I stopped with my cock fully sheathed in her throat and asked her to blink twice if she understood. When I was convinced that she understood the plan, I returned to the rapid fire face fucking, pounding my cock into her mouth until I fired my come directly down her gullet and into her stomach.

I left the room without a word. Sherry let herself out.

* * * * *

The next day was Saturday. With the kids gone to a series of play dates and activities, Lisa and I invited Harvey and Sherry over for coffee, like any other suburban neighbors. We sat around chit chatting and sipping fair trade Nicaraguan dark roast. Harvey was like a teenager, silent and sullen, but I don't think Lisa even noticed. It wasn't that out of character for him, and Sherry more than made up for it. She chattered and flitted around with the nervous energy of a canary at a hungry cat convention.

For my part, I was tense and excited. It was an ambitious plan, and a big risk, and I wasn't sure the plan would work. But more than that, I was amazed at what I was trying to achieve -- at what I had become. It was a plan worthy of the Marquis himself, and I was amazed at my own need to expand my sexual dominion.

Just then the gardeners arrived for our weekly cut and blow of the lawn, and I called Harvey into the kitchen.

"Enjoying the morning?" I asked breezily.

"Whatever," he replied, channeling his inner teenager

"The fun hasn't even started yet. But don't you worry, I've got an exciting morning planned, and I know you're going to like it. Here's how it's going to go.

"Some time this morning, Sherry is going to give you some instructions. You won't like what she tells you to do, but you're going to do it, exactly how she tells you to do it."

Unsurprisingly, he resisted this new degradation.

"What? Her? Why? I can't do that!" he protested.

"Oh Harvey," I sighed. "You can and you will. In fact, you're not even going to say a word. If I hear so much as a whimper out of you, it will be the last role you play in this game ever again. You see Harvey; this is how I've decided it's going to be. If you don't like it, well, that's your choice. I think you know what Sherry's chosen. Of course if you'd prefer to be excluded from our fun, you can just go home and we'll do it without you?"

I waited, but Harvey didn't budge.

"I didn't think so. Now go."

I went back to the living room where Sherry and Lisa were chit chatting away.

"Ladies, sorry to interrupt. I've got to step out for a bit. I'm meeting a prospective contractor to see some of his work at another house. I should be back in an hour or so. I showed Harvey how to make coffee and he's brewing a new pot."

The women expressed their regrets but didn't look too concerned about my departure, so I walked out, loudly slamming the door behind me.

I drove around the block twice and then parked next door so that I could sneak back into the house without being noticed. I let myself in the front door quietly. I tiptoed towards the living room, where I could hear the murmur of the girls' conversation. Sherry was talking.

"Sometimes it's good to give up control. I was with a man who appeared nice and normal on the outside. Who looks normal, but make no mistake, he's always in control. He told me what to do -- and I did it without hesitation. And he's not nice at all. He makes me do terrible things. Things that I never dreamed I could do -- still can't believe I did -- and yet afterward I felt completely like I have stepped out of myself in the best way. Expanded. Empowered.

"Harvey does that for you?" whispered Lisa, incredulously.

Sherry laughed out loud. "Hardly! No, he's the complete opposite. A lap dog. Total bitch in fact. Watch this. Harvey! Come here."

Harvey poked his head through the door from the kitchen.

"Coffee'll be ready in a minute," he said, hiding behind the door as if that would protect him from whatever Sherry was going to say.

"Come here!" Sherry ordered. She spoke quietly, but firmly.

Harvey slunk over to the sofa where the ladies were sitting, presenting himself in front of her like a petulant child.

"Turn around." Sherry said, brusquely.

Harvey slowly turned around to look out the big glass window at the patio, where one of the gardeners was blowing leaves and dust off the surface with a high powered leaf blower.

"Go see him. What we were talking about the other day? Well, now it is the time. Show us what you can do. And make it good. All the way. So we can see."

Harvey stared at her incredulously. I'll give him credit; he didn't make any outward protest, although he was clearly shocked. He stared from Sherry to the gardener, Oscar I think his name was, and back. Oscar was young and slightly built. About nineteen or twenty, long straggly black hair, dark skin, probably Guatemalan like his boss José, and wearing jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt which did little to disguise how sweat-stained and grubby he really was.

I noticed Harvey look around, as if for a last-minute reprieve, and then draw a deep breath, resigned to his fate. He trudged back through the kitchen and out the door onto the patio. It was silent in the room, except for the muffled roar of the leaf blower in the background.

The girls and I watched Harvey come into view and yell at Oscar. Initially Oscar didn't hear him above the roar, so Harvey, rather comically, began to shout and wave his arms, which did catch Oscar's attention. Oscar killed the leaf blower, took the battered, dusty headphones from his ears and looked at Harvey curiously.

We could see, but not hear the transaction take place on the other side of the glass. Oscar was initially obviously surprised and reluctant. He jumped back one step, causing Harvey to put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Harvey said something. They appeared to be negotiating.

Oscar looked around suspiciously, and I could hear Lisa take a deep breath as he looked directly through the glass in her direction. I knew that the glare of the early sun would prevent him from seeing inside, and so did she, but it was startling nonetheless.

Suddenly Oscar moved to the side of the patio, behind a tall potted ficus and nodded at Harvey. I had a chill run up my spine. It was happening!

Harvey quickly took his place in front of Oscar and dropped to his knees. He pawed at Oscars stained jeans but Oscar brushed him off and efficiently unbuckled his belt and fly and quickly slid his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock dangle free. It was still soft and not tremendously impressive, but was rapidly hardening. It was enough to draw a gasp from Sherry.

"Oh my God," she hissed, even though she was supposed to have ordered this.

Meanwhile, Harvey wasted no time. He plunged forward and captured Oscar's tumescent prick in his mouth and began furiously sucking.

"Oh my God..." Lisa echoed as she watched through the glass while Harvey bobbed up and down on Oscar's pole. Despite the action on the other side of the glass, the silence was eerie, like a gay silent stag reel from the thirties. Harvey did his best to please his audience, sucking with single-minded efficiency. Oscar closed his eyes and appeared to be concentrating very hard.

While they watched, Sherry began to touch herself. At first her hand dropped surreptitiously into her lap and began an inconspicuous rubbing motion on the outside of her shorts. But then, apparently needing more stimulation, Sherry reached under her shirt and began to caress her own breasts.

I saw her slip her bra down freeing one breast and, with hardly any pretense of modesty, crush the heaving flesh with her own hand. She gave a little moan as she tweaked her own nipple, and I saw Lisa notice Sherry's activities for the first time.

Sherry saw Lisa notice her too, and turned to her with a wry smile. "I'm sorry. This makes me so hot. I hope you don't mind. I just can't help it. You should go for it too."

And with that, Sherry began rapidly unbuttoning her shirt to expose her surging chest and bullet-hard nipples. At the same time she pulled up her skirt and plunged her hand inside her underwear and right into her hungry snatch. Sherry was following the script perfectly, but it didn't seem to be much of an act. Her enthusiasm was obvious.

"Oh my God!" Sherry moaned, "Look at that!"

Lisa turned her attention back to the patio, where Oscar was now thrusting his turgid cock rapidly into Harvey's face, fucking his compliant mouth at will.

"That's so hot!" Sherry moaned. She shimmied her panties down her hips and resumed franticly rubbing her greedy puss.

I could see Lisa watch Sherry, fascinated by both acts going on in front of her and not knowing where to look first. Then, it happened. Almost instinctively, seemingly overwhelmed by the display of raw lust all around her, Lisa raised a hand and began to paw her own chest through her shirt.

'Oh my God,' I silently screamed. It was happening! I felt a shiver pass through me with a jolt so strong it left a bitter taste in my mouth, like the time in the fourth grade my friend had dared me to lick a lantern battery.

"Look at him suck that cock!" Sherry blurted. "That little bitch. Have you ever seen anything so hot?"

Then Sherry gave a loud moan as she pulled her nipple out away from her body with a hard twist. Lisa's mouth gaped in either shock or fascination, and Sherry caught her eye.

"Come on, join me -- let's do this together."

Lisa tore her eyes from Sherry's distended nipple and looked up her face. She placed both hands on her own breasts and gave an exaggerated squeeze. Sherry gave a broad smile.

"Yeah, that's it. Do it. ...Oh, yeah, that's it!" Sherry screamed and thrust her hips lewdly in the air, exposing her steaming slit as she furiously rubbed her angry clit.

I smiled, recognizing the move from her many private performances for me. And yet, this was different. Although she was still responding to my demands, this performance was not pure sexual abandon released by my dominant control. No, she knew what she was doing. This had a purpose. Sherry had transformed into an accomplished seductress.

Lisa stared in awe at Sherry's bawdy display and began to unbutton her blouse with one hand, while the other casually slid down into her lap.

Suddenly, Sherry jumped up and franticly wrestled off her shirt and flung it away. "I've got to get naked," she moaned urgently. "Come on, you do it too." She kicked away her puddled shorts and panties and was naked except for her little half-height tennis socks.

Lisa stood up too and continued to unbutton her shirt. As her bare shoulder and bra straps came into view, I realized I'd never been more excited to see my wife strip. Her shirt fell away, revealing her heaving chest and engorged nipples, which were visibly straining at the sheer fabric of her bra. Lisa also shimmied off her shorts, although she modestly kept her panties on.

Both women were standing, staring out the window in similar poses. One hand squeezing a tender breast, and the other between their legs delving into a needy pussy, together they watched the live gay sex show with eager abandon. I couldn't help but compare the two women and revel in my good fortune.

Both were fine specimens of Southern California motherhood. Lisa was a little taller and more athletic, while Sherry was rounder and plumper. Both were long-haired brunettes, although Sherry was darker, almost black haired, while Lisa's was a lighter, auburn shade. Despite her thinner hips and leaner form, Lisa had the bigger tits. I knew that without the bra, her tits would slump down her chest in a not unappealing fashion. Sherry's tits were a small firm handful, and her prominent wine-dark nipples were getting a serious workout as she pulled violently on the swollen nubs and twisted them away from her body.

Sherry turned to Lisa and said, "Let me help you." She reached out and grasped the clasp on Lisa's bra and unbuckled it in one efficient twist. She pulled the straps down her shoulders and off in one smooth motion.

"Oooh, nice," Sherry cooed as Lisa's large tits came into view.

She reached out and slowly, almost reverentially passed a single fingertip over the side of one of Lisa's breasts. Lisa shuddered at the feathery touch and her hand seemed to move a little faster inside her panties. Sherry continued her light, teasing caress, tracing the bottom of Lisa's plump mound until she reached her sweaty cleavage. There she abandoned the tease and placed her full hand on Lisa's tit, rubbing the smooth surface. At the same time she encircled Lisa's straining nipple and captured it between her thumb and forefinger with a quick, vicious squeeze.

Harvey's humiliating suck job was now forgotten as both women were consumed with burning lust. Lisa turned towards Sherry with her mouth open in a silent gasp and her eyes clouded with hunger. As if she knew it was going to happen, Sherry leaned forward and captured Lisa's mouth in her own with a smoldering deep kiss. The two women embraced in a tit-crushing hug and Sherry's other hand slid down Lisa's back and came to rest on her panty-clad ass.

Lisa whimpered into Sherry's mouth as Sherry slid her hand inside the back of Lisa's panties and tugged the fabric tightly into her crotch. Lisa returned the embrace, and I watched in fascination as her hands groped for Sherry's heaving chest. Sherry, meanwhile, was not content with using the panties to ravish Lisa pussy and instead thrust her hand inside the sodden panties and deep into her steaming hole. Even over Lisa's anguished moans I could hear the wet sloshing of Sherry's fingers as she franticly frigged Lisa's hard clit and gushing cunt.

Soon the women were writhing like snakes, their hands roving over each other's heaving breasts and from one sluicing pussy to the other.

And that's when I walked in.

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