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Haze

By: torquedtales



"Listen up, plebes!" Neelon BelPré barked like a boot camp drill sergeant. "I am happy to announce that four of you passed preliminary initiation rites and are now on the final track to being fully inducted into the fraternity of Delta Omicron Chi and the Secret Order of the Domino." The tall tone twenty-two-year old with the latte complexion and frost-tipped spiky hair cleared his throat. "Soon two of these four fine gentlemen will be wearing the black mask at closed meetings where they will network with powerful alumni in high places. When I call your name, please step forward. Jason Hanes, Franklin Tanner, Kyle Moynihan, and Aaron Weiss. The rest of you, go try another less prestigious fraternity."

Kyle nudged Aaron in the ribs. "C'mon."

"What?" he said lost in dread.

"He called our names."

"He did?" Aaron couldn't believe it. He had made it into the house of Delta Omicron Chi, a fraternity known for its elitism and access to the upper echelon of business and politics. For Aaron Weiss and his dreams of becoming a big time corporate lawyer with political ambitions, the announcement was the starting gun at an intercollegiate track meet. He pushed off from the gate, but his eager sprint suddenly skidded stop.

Slender cinnamon-stick fingers pressed into Aaron's chest. "Ah, one more thing you'll have to measure up to, Weiss," Neelon cautioned.

"What's that?"

"The Hoffman gauge."

"The Hoff--" Aaron cut his repetition short upon seeing the life-size profile of Dustin Hoffman being set on an easel. 

"OK, step up to the picture and turn your head to match the profile."

"But why?"

Neelon answered by pinning Aaron's head to the photo with one hand, whipping out a measuring tape with the other over the minute gap between Dustin Hoffman's nose and Aaron's. The tape snapped back into its holder. Neelon let go and stepped back. "You made it just under the wire."

"Yeah, by a nose hair," joked Mike Knutson the biggest of the frat boy bullies.

"What does my nose have to do with it?" He rubbed it.

"The same thing my skin color does," Neelon related.

"Huh?"

"When I joined up, I had to pass the Michael Jackson Thriller test."

"What was that?" Aaron queried,

"If my skin was darker than Jackson's when he did the Thriller album, I would not have been deemed acceptable."

"Why not Michael Jackson as he is now?" Kyle piped in.

Neelon turned to him and the others. "Well, that would be discriminating against minorities, and we at Delta Omicron Chi are an equal opportunity fraternity that embraces all skin colors and nose sizes that fall within the designated parameters."

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"Weiss," Neelon pinched Aaron's cheek, "you're a kike. We can't have the stigma of your heritage showing. It would ruin our golden boy image. Right Knutson?" 

"Right, chief." 

"Now, go get some refreshments," Neelon ordered the big blonde man.

"Right, chief." The gargantuan linebacker seemed to scare the door open with his massive approach.

Neelon draped a gym-pumped arm around Aaron's narrow shoulders. "You see Weiss, in the old days the fraternity could only admit big blonde pink-skinned goons like him. Great for a photo-op but death for machinations of power. Those good-ol' cracker boys have been products of inbreeding for way too many generations. So, in the Pee-Cee eighties, the fraternity and the society had to revamp the rules to allow for mixed-bloods, like me and your half-breed buddy there, Moynihan."

"He's a half breed?"

"Well, maybe I should specify, 'quarter breed.' His great grandma was full-blooded Cherokee who marched the Trail of Tears from shameful beginning to bitter end. As a result of her pain and political suffering, he gets to go to college on full scholarship."

"What about you?"

"Me? I'm a cup of black java swirling with a dollop of sweet butter cream and a pinch of island spice." With hazel eyes, Neelon looked down at the short wiry champion sprinter.

"But I'm not mixed. I'm just Jewish, and a secular one at that," Aaron justified.

"Which means you come from clever genes, and we need clever."

"I'm not sure if I resemble that remark or not."

Neelon scrunched his high bronze brow. "Huh?"

"An old Groucho joke." 

"Look, dude, the proof is in the pudding you and your sidekick, Moynihan, here, cooked up last semester. You were totally awesome smuggling that shower cam into the girls' dorm. Do you know how many hits we got on that website? We made a mint on the 'who-shaves-her-pussy.' betting pool -- enough to refurbish the house rec room." He clapped Aaron on the back. "It took balls for you to go in drag and get shots of Polly Harper in her glorious buff. I still can't figure out how you managed to get into the shower without anyone noticing your, uh, masculinity then get such high-res and range on the hidden webcam. Brilliant technical wizardry, if you ask me. Where'd you hide that thing anyway?"

"Trade secret," Aaron evaded.

"That's the kind of clever we need for the future of the society and its mission in this world." 

Aaron looked around the imposing turn-of-the-century fraternity house with its chipped paneling, rickety chandelier and buckling floors. "Which brings me to another Groucho line about not being sure I'd want to belong to a club that would have me as a member." He chuckled nervously.

The door burst open and Mike Knutson came barreling in with two hefty silver kegs. Soon the frat house was awash in beer. "Let's chug to clever schemes. To the Omnipotent Domino," cheered Neelon.

The next day brought on hangovers and missed classes. Aaron gripped his pounding head to his bedroom door exploding open. "Aaron, quick! Neelon wants to see us pronto."

Aaron threw on a pair of jeans and tripped down the stairs in bare feet to the study. "Stand at attention," ordered Knutson the galloot. Aaron and Kyle straightened up and stuck out their lean chests. Out of the corner of his eye, Aaron noticed the other two initiates, Jason and Frank standing a step behind them. 

"I have a mission for you dudes to determine which of you will truly merit entry into the fraternity and the society. Knutson, take Hanes and Tanner into the next room to explain their task. I'll deal with Weiss and Moynihan in here." When the others left the room, Neelon flipped on the flat screen computer monitor. "I want you to take a good look at this girl. You should recognize her."

Squinting at the grainy webcam wide-shot of the law library's second-floor reference room, Aaron determined, "That looks like Madeline Grubb."

Neelon clicked the remote mouse to zoom in on the girl's round face and thick horn-rimmed glasses. He scanned her shapeliness from the long ash blonde curls of her head over the bulging bust of her cotton blouse to the thin belted waist of her plaid skirt. When the edge of the reference desk blocked the rest of the view, he zoomed out. "Look at her, so demure and mousy. A tasty little lamb chop, don't you think, Weiss."

"I guess she's okay." A blush rose to his bony cheeks.

"Don't play coy. I've seen you flirting with her, Weiss," Neelon teased.

Before Aaron could say, "Who me?" Neelon mouse-clicked several commands to bring up a past-dated recorded image of Aaron leaning over the desk chatting with Madeleine. Another frame popped up and slapped down over the first followed by another and another. "What are all the pressing reference questions you ask her, I wonder?"

Aaron cleared the nervous rise in his throat. "Pardon me, but how does she affect our mission, sir?"

Neelon looked at Aaron and gestured toward the screen. "She is the mission. You are going to kidnap her."

"Isn't that kind of illegal?" Kyle queried.

"No more than committing video voyeurism in the shower of the girls' dorm. I believe that's considered a felony crime these days, meaning automatic expulsion with the possible sentence of five to ten years and no fine law career for you, Weiss." 

Aaron swallowed hard. "So, uh, what if we don't do it, I mean."

"You don't do it, and you're out of the fraternity."

Aaron scratched his head and turned toward the door. "I guess I'm out then." 

"Me too," Kyle added.

Neelon tossed in the hard card, "What's worse, Knutson and those two Buttafuco beyotches in the next room will do it. In fact, I'm pitting you in a race with them to see who gets her first."

"What?" Aaron's jaw swung wide on its hinge.

"Just imagine if that big blonde troglodyte gets his bear paws on her first. Do you think he'd be able to show any restraint? He'd break her like a porcelain doll." Neelon snapped a pencil in two for effect.

"All right, we'll do it. Just tell us when and where," Aaron submitted.

"Where you snatch her is up to you. The when is what's critical. She is not to be taken until she finishes her Friday night shift at the library at nine p.m. I don't want her reported missing from work. She is to be bound, gagged, and blindfolded according to these specifications." He clicked up a set of instructions with illustrations on the screen then sent them to the printer. "You will bring her to the abandoned railroad yards," a map appeared on the screen. He printed it up. "There, you'll put her in this empty railcar no later than midnight." He handed the printouts to the pledges. "Be sure not to be seen doing any of this. Any questions?"

Aaron and Kyle studied the plans warily and shook their shaggy heads. As they turned to go back to their rooms, Neelon added a final caveat, "Oh, and in case you dudes think of pulling some clever copout tactic whereby the victim is forewarned and packs off to her mother's for a long weekend, I have a hostage to keep you in line." He clicked the mouse to call up a live picture of a guinea pig sniffing around the interior of a microwave oven. Knutson's beefy hand closed the door and set the timer. His fat finger sat poised over the start button.

Kyle shrieked, "Mr. Poogie, No!"

"Mr. Poogie will cook from the inside out unless you complete your task as described in your printouts. I suggest you practice the rope tying before you lasso the target. I want the knots tied to spec." 

Aaron clenched the papers tight in his fist. "C'mon, Kyle. We have scheming to do."

The following evening, Aaron and Kyle drove to the library in one of Kyle's father's work vans. They had cleaned out the plumbing equipment and laid down a futon mattress to make their captive comfortable. It was 8:30 when they walked into the reference section. Pretending to be doing research, Aaron went up to the desk. "Hi, Madeleine."

The girl looked down and fiercely rouged. "Hi, Aaron. Can I help you?"

"I, uh, need to find a source on precedent for... for...," his thoughts tripped over themselves to find a topic, "video voyeurism, yeah, video voyeurism as... as... a felony crime."

The lenses of Madeleine's owlish glasses showed a reverse image of the computer screen. "Uh, you can try D stack, section 34. There are several case logs on that topic. But, uh, you should hurry, because we're closing in less than twenty minutes."

"Thanks." Clicking his tongue twice, Aaron winked at her then towed Kyle over to the stacks. "Did you see them?" he asked.

"Not yet." Kyle strained to look over shelving and desks to spot their rivals. "There they are."

"Where?"

"Over by the periodicals, pretending to read and checking the clock."

Aaron snapped his fingers to conjure up a plan. His roving eye and quick mind caught one coming out of the service elevator. "C'mon," he grabbed Kyle by the jacket sleeve. "You're taking Spanish class, aren't you?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, we're going to ask those janitors to borrow their coveralls and cleaning gear. Tell them we'll pay 'em fifty bucks apiece. You brought money, right?" He pulled Kyle along the back wall toward the targeted men.

"Yeah, but my Spanish isn't good enough to--"

"Buenos nachos, señors," Aaron uttered with a thick Brooklyn accent.

The short older man with the balding pate reciprocated the greeting while his taller younger goateed workmate eyed the two callow gringos with suspicion.

Aaron nudged Kyle in the ribs to make him spit out the proposal. "Perdones, señors. Quiermos ustedes uniformas para cinquento dollares por fa--."

"Man, your Spanish sucks!" lambasted the man in the goatee.

"Oh, you speak Engli--" Kyle stopped for Aaron's elbow slamming in his gut.

"We'd like to acquire your uniforms for a short period of time. We can make it worth your while," Aaron patted the breast pocket of his denim jacket.

"Whatchya want 'em for?" asked the man.

"It's for a practical joke, you know," Aaron explained in a low tone.

"You mean for a frat pledge or something?" the goateed man hazarded his educated guess.

"Yeah."

He looked to his coworker for an opinion. The two shot off at each other in rapid-fire Spanish before declaring, "Well, it's gonna cost ya more 'an fifty."

"How much?"

"A hundred apiece."

"OK," Aaron pulled out his billfold. "C'mon, Kyle, fork up."

Kyle reluctantly complied. The four sneaked over to the supply closet where they took turns taking off and putting on the coveralls. To further their disguise, the goateed man slapped bandanas and baseball caps down over their heads and turned up their collars. The two college boys promised to leave the borrowed goods at the loading bay where they planned to smuggle Madeleine out of the building. How they would manage that without detection was another plan yet to hatch.

A recorded announcement blared that the library would close in ten minutes. Aaron and Kyle pushed the cart full of cleaning supplies and a large waste bin on wheels down to the restrooms. They pretended to clean around the area. "You sure she's coming over here?" whispered Kyle from the edge of his mouth.

"She always hits the head before clocking out." Aaron looked over his collar to see her coming. "Here she comes. Get ready."

"You remember to bring the stuff?" Kyle asked nervously.

"Copped it from the entomology lab." He patted his breast pocket. "Okay, she's going in. Cover me." Aaron pulled the rolling waste bin behind him as he entered the ladies' room. 

Kyle set the yellow warning sign outside the door. Two girls came up to the door. "No entrada," he said in bad Spanish. "El otro flooro." He pointed up. The girls scurried away.

When Madeleine came out of the stall, he grabbed her from behind. She gasped under the chloroform-soaked handkerchief and collapsed. He slipped her body and her purse into the waste bin and covered her in paper towels and streams of toilet tissue. He and Kyle pushed their cargo to the freight elevators and punched the button to the basement. The doors slid shut on their view of Knutson and his crew sniffing like coon hounds around the restroom where they had seen her go in five minutes before.

Madeleine awoke in the back of the van that was cruising off campus to a desolate industrial drive. Aaron helped her sit up. "You okay?"

"What did you do to me?" she asked groggily.

"Here, drink some water. It should help shake the effects of the chloroform." He passed her a bottle.

Madeleine took several swallows and began to focus. "Where am I? What are you doing to me?"

Aaron held her by the arm. "Take it easy. I'm going to explain. Here, drink some more water."

Madeleine refused the water and straightened the glasses that sat crooked on her face to better scrutinize Aaron for an explanation. The van came to a halt and Kyle jumped into the back. "How is she?"

"Frightened and confused, I imagine," Aaron offered.

"Will one of you please tell me what's going on?" Mounting tears reddened her face.

"We, uh, we're kidnapping you," Aaron stammered.

"What?" she shrieked.

Aaron raised his hands to shush her. "It's so we can get admitted to Delta Omicron Chi House."

"You're breaking the law and endangering my life to get into a frat house? Are you insane?" She lunged for the back hatch to the van.

Aaron and Kyle grabbed her by the arms. "Wait a minute; hear us out. We don't want to do this, but we're being coerced," Aaron blurted.

Madeleine jerked free from their polite grip. "Coerced -- yeah, right."

"No, really. They have a hostage and will hurt that hostage if we don't comply."

"Hostage? What hostage?"

Kyle's lip trembled. "My pet guinea pig, Mr. Poogie. They..."

"They'll zap him in a microwave if we don't deliver you to the old rail yard by midnight tonight," Aaron hastily finished.

Madeleine brought her hands to her face. "They wouldn't!"

"They would," cried Kyle.

"Add to that," Aaron embellished, "the other threat of your being taken by that Wagnerian nightmare, Mike Knutson. He and his crew were standing by the periodicals, or didn't you notice?"

Madeleine pondered the prospect with mouth agape. 

"We had to get to you first," Aaron rationalized.

"So, what now?" she asked with trepidation.

Pulling a stray shred of tissue from her fine strands, Aaron intoned, "Now, we tie you up."

Madeleine shuddered. "No, please. Can't you just... just chloroform me again? I mean, can't I just be knocked out somehow?"

"Sorry, but we have to follow the prescribed plan." He looked at Kyle. "You do her feet and legs, and I'll do her hands and arms." 

Kyle passed over a bundle of white nylon rope. Aaron gently but firmly pulled her arms behind her back. Madeleine squirmed. "God, no! Don't do this!" she bawled.

"Madeleine, please calm down and cooperate. I promise no one will hurt you." He wound the cord around her wrists and tried to tie the complicated knot he'd seen in the instructions. He looked over to see Kyle furtively working his end to its completion. "How did you do that?"

"I was an Eagle Scout. Plus I worked a ranch every summer. Need help?" Kyle shifted positions to take up where Aaron left off. In a matter of seconds he had her hands securely fastened.

"What's going to happen to me at the rail yard?" Madeleine bleated.

Aaron tugged the line to the coils binding her upper arms. He heard her grunt. "Too tight? Sorry," he apologized and adjusted the slack to allow for circulation.

"You didn't answer my question," she screamed. "What's going to happen to me there?"

Aaron hesitated before answering, "I don't know. Look, you go along with this and I'll take you out to a nice dinner somewhere," he bribed with a debonair smile.

"Where?" she mewed.

"Wherever you like."

"Bruno's steakhouse?"

"Sure. Kyle, pass me the gagging cloth." He took the white serving towel and formed a large knot in its middle. He slipped it into Madeleine's protesting mouth and tied it behind her head. He pulled off her glasses and handed them to Kyle. "Put these in her purse, will you?" He wrapped a second white towel over her eyes and face. With Madeleine snug in the back, Kyle drove the van down the dark road to the defunct train yard.

Donning the black domino masks associated with their society name, Neelon and a dozen other members greeted them at the open railway car. They passed cartoon mouse masks to Aaron and Kyle. "Put these on. When you have successfully completed your mission, you will evolve from puny plebe mice to men worthy of wearing a black domino." Aaron and Kyle juggled Madeleine between them to put on their masks. "Good, now bring her inside and set her in the chair," Neelon ordered.

In the center of the long dark freight car whose floor was covered with wrestling mats pilfered from the college athletic equipment shed was a single wooden chair with a high cane back. "Secure her to it," Neelon ordered. Two masked men, one of them obviously Knutson for his hulking manner, set upon her with more ropes. Madeleine squealed and squirmed under Knutson's ravenous hands. 

Neelon stepped up and slapped the apish man's errant fingers. He scrutinized the knot tying and gave a thumbs-up. "Excellent Shinju weave, gentlemen." He took Madeleine by the chin and cooed, "I apologize for that brute's improper handling of your goods, but if you want me to keep him from having his way with you, you'll have to do as I ask. Nod your head if you understand." He watched her head bob up and down in the palm of his hand. "Good girl. Now, your job is to wriggle free from your bonds. You will have thirty minutes." He snapped his fingers. A masked minion brought him a wind-up timer. He took it, cranked it to the number 30 then held the ticking device to her ear before setting it on a nearby table. "Be sure to give us a good show. Everyone's betting you won't manage it, but I have my hopes in your favor. You, Mouseman," he pointed to Aaron. "Come here and unbutton the fair damsel's blouse to make her more enticing for our web viewers."


Haze



Aaron stumbled forward and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. "Sorry," he murmured to her muffled moans.

"Gentlemen, let us retire to the observation stage," Neelon ordered. The group of men shuffled out of the door. Before closing it, Neelon admonished his captive, "By the way, if you don't get free in the next twenty six minutes, a piece of your clothing will be removed. Then you will be given another fifteen minutes. If not free by then, two pieces of clothing will come off. It goes exponentially until you are totally exposed. Have a nice struggle." 

Aaron and Kyle were forced to watch on a big screen TV in the large tour bus for Neelon's amateur heavy metal group, "Haze," stationed next to the freight car. The masked men hooted and hollered while swilling beer and liquor to watch the unfortunate coed fight the ropes. When the timer sounded its alarm, a masked and menacing Knutson was sent in to remove her skirt. She writhed beneath his roving hands. After another fifteen minutes of futile struggling, her blouse and bra were snipped away with a pair of shears. Knutson molested her unmercifully with titty twists and slobbery hickeys. His gorilla hands moved toward her panties. "Here puss, puss, puss," he chirped. Madeleine cried agonizingly into the cloth strapping her mouth. 

Aaron couldn't stand it anymore. "That's enough! We've completed out mission and you've had your fun. Now, let her go."

"Ooo, if it isn't the mouse that roared," Neelon snidely quipped. 

"I mean it, Neelon. This crude behavior is being carried way too far."

"Honi soit qui mal y pense," Neelon chastised as he walked over to Aaron and ripped off his mouse mask. "Let's see what kind of valiant knight lies behind that cowardly rodent's guise. Strip and bind his noble ass, reverse straight-jacket style," Neelon commanded.

The masked cohorts jumped Aaron and stripped off his jacket, jeans, shirt, shoes, socks, and briefs. They forced his arms across his back. Using duct tape, they fastened his wrists to his forearms. They wound a wide strip over his mouth and around his head. The last thing Aaron saw before they taped his eyes shut was Madeleine being stripped bare and carried from the chair over Knutson's monstrous shoulder.

They dragged Aaron into the railcar and spun him around to disorient him. His steps faltered, but he managed not to fall. He heard Neelon's voice from behind. "You have the rest of the night to untie her and then make this mission interesting, or Mr. Poogie will fry and Kyle will...," he paused, "well, you finish the rhyme. We'll be back at sunrise for your surprise." The metal door clanked shut with the sound of a deadbolt sliding across it. 

From the tour bus, the fraternity brothers watched and roared at Aaron slamming into the walls as he tried to make his way blindly over to Madeleine. He tried freeing his hands but found it impossible to pull free from the adhesive. Listening for her muted sobs, he inched his way along the sides of the railcar until his toe stubbed against the edge of a mattress. He tumbled down on top of her with a stifled grunt. She let go a shrill squeal. 

He painstakingly felt around her with his taped-up face until he understood her position. He maneuvered himself to her backside where he fingered the rope around her wrists and tried to pry apart the elaborately wrapped coils, but they were too tight for him to even squeeze a finger in between. He repositioned himself to place his bound hands by her head. The tape over his mouth puffed in and out with the exertion. Rivulets of sweat ran down his face. His fingers caught onto the knot holding the blindfold over her face. He worked it loose and pulled it off. He did the same to remove her gag. "Bite the tape," he maundered. 

"What? I... I can't understand you." She rasped and coughed from dehydration.

His jaw strained to loosen the tight seal. He formed each syllable with slow deliberation. "Bite the tape." He pushed his bound arms up to her lips.

Under a flood of tears, Madeleine gnawed the sticky gray strip. He flinched when she nipped his skin. They both grunted and tugged until Aaron's left wrist pulled loose. 

Using his freed arm as torque, he wrenched the ape to its tensile limit. He peeled the gag and blindfold off his face then set to untying the tight knots holding her arms. He tried to stimulate circulation in her purpled fingers by rubbing them.

She batted him away with swollen chafed hands. "Don't touch me!" 

"Madeleine, how can I finish untying you if you don't let me touch you?" He pulled the string of cord from her upper arms then unraveled it from her feet and legs. He tossed the vile bindings into a black corner of the railcar.

She curled up into a ball and rued, "You promised no one would hurt me."

His consoling hand hovered above her arm but balled up and pulled back in frustration. "Madeleine, you don't know how sorry I am for putting you through this. As soon as we get out of here, we'll go to the cops and... and...," he succumbed to tears. "I'm sorry, it's just that I never meant to hurt you, or Mr. Poogie, or Kyle. I just wanted to be inducted into the fraternity."

He felt Madeleine's butterfly touch land on his shoulder. "Please, don't cry," she cried. "We can't afford to cry. We have to get out of here. We have to keep our heads and find a way, okay? I'm counting on you to be strong for me." She looked through her tears into his watery brown eyes. 

Aaron sniffed back his grief and puffed out his determination. He looked about the confines of the railcar. To his right was a table propped against the corrugated wall. He saw two plastic bottles of clear liquid towering above him. He reached up for one and passed it to Madeleine. "Here's some water."

Madeleine's long sip broke to a sputtering cough. "It's not water," she rasped.

Aaron took a sip and grimaced. "It's vodka." He checked the other bottle to make the same discovery. "Guess they want us to get drunk."

"Why?" Madeleine asked covering herself with her arms crossed over knees drawn to her chest.

Aaron stood up to explore the room. He saw Madeleine turn away for his exposed genitalia. He stooped down and picked up the cloths used to cover Madeleine's face. He knotted them together and wrapped them around his spare waist. A glaring spotlight shone on the area where Madeleine sat. He walked across the mat into the shadow zone where he rattled the locked door. "There's a port-o-potty here." He crept back into the light to Madeleine's laughter. "What's so funny?" 

"What's that around your waist?" she heaved between giggles.

He looked down. "What? My loincloth? Why it's to shield my shame and preserve your modesty, milady." He grinned. The ridiculous accoutrement had shattered the dire tension. When he looked above her head, all the levity fell with a crash from his face. 

Madeleine's eyes followed his to a nasty chain twisting down from the roof. At its ends were two thick manacles. She saw Aaron walk over to the table and pick up a folded cardboard sign. "What does it say?" she timidly ventured.

He turned it to her to show the word "SLAVE" in bold caps. "There's another one." He picked it up and showed her the word "MASTER."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

A loud ringing made them both jump. A second ring prompted Aaron to search for its source. Under a leather mask on the table he found a disposable cell phone. He clicked it on to hear Neelon's voice. "This phone is programmed to receive calls only, not transmit them. We see that you are both free and able to carry on for the remainder of the evening. If you note, there are two sets of equipment near the signs on the table. One of you will have to play the master while the other the slave. The master will don the mask of domination then hood the slave and attach the wrists of the slave into the manacles. The wrists must be behind the back. The master will then subject the slave to the pain-and-pleasure-inducing toys on the table. We expect a good show with a fucking good climax. Don't disappoint or fear being disappeared. The stakes are rolling high on you two. By the way, nice skirt, Mouseman." The phone went dead.

"What did he say?" Madeleine stammered.

"He said..." Aaron stilled himself before erupting into a storm. He threw the phone at the red recording eye behind the thick plexiglass protecting the spotlight high above him. "Fuck you, you sadistic goons," he screamed. "Fuck you! I'm not doing it. You hear? I won't put her through your sick twisted game."

The durable device rang from where it fell. Aaron wrung the hair in his scalp.

"Answer it," Madeleine urged.

"No."

She bounded across the mat to pick it up. "What do you want from us?" Her shriek dropped into silence upon hearing Neelon's demands. She dropped the phone on the mat and looked at Aaron. "He says he'll kill Kyle and us then dispose of our bodies where no one can find them."

Aaron vented his remaining fluster through his lips. "I doubt he'll go that far."

"How can you be so sure? Everyone knows how powerful the Domino cult is."

"Cult?"

"Well, what would you call it? The hazing, the brainwashing, the promises of connections in high places if you serve their agenda. Why did you sign up for initiation? Shit." She wrapped her arms over her breasts to make Aaron avert his gaze. "They have a reputation for being ruthless. Just check their alumni list and see how many of them are judges, senators, bishops, people in power."

"Yeah, but they didn't get there by committing murder."

Madeleine glowered at him, "How do you know?"

"Aw come on. There's no proof of it ever happening."

"Do you think they keep records? People like you and me can be extinguished like them snuffing out a candle with their fingers pinching the wick. Our deaths can be easily staged as victims of a car crash or a recreational drug overdose. Or maybe they'll make our deaths look like an unrequited lover's murder suicide." She was pacing frantically.

Aaron took her by the arms to make her stop. "What do you suggest we do then?"

"We have to do what they want," she uttered slowly.

"I can't do that to you. That's... that's torture."

"He didn't specify that you put me in the hood and chains, did he?"

Aaron searched her eyes for the horrifying implication. "You mean you chain me up and do those heinous things to me?"

Madeleine nodded. 

Aaron sucked in a chestful of air and blew it out of his puffed cheeks. "You think he'll let us go then?"

"I don't know, but it's worth feeding his sick appetite with a little show, isn't it?" She ran her fingers gingerly through his thick mane. "Besides, I'm sure he has paying customers who are betting on us right now. Maybe if we can make this profitable for him, he'll feel generous and let us go."

Aaron took her hand, laced his fingers through hers, and led her to the table. "Brace yourself for what you see." He showed her the layout of masks, clamps, whips, latex gloves, battery-operated electrodes, vibrators, a pair of six-inch stilettos, along with a key, a rube of lubricant, and a package of condoms. "I think we're meant to go hard core. Are you ready for that?" 

A slow tear glided down her face to be land on Aaron's finger. She looked at him. "It's that or die." She reached over to take up one of the bottles for a swig. "Liquid courage, right?" She offered it to Aaron then slipped on the dominatrix mask. "How do I look?"

"Catty."

She tried on the shoes. "Way too big for me." She looked at him and said, "You try them."

"What?"

"I think they're meant for you." Aaron took another drink then passed her the bottle. He shook his head, sat on the table and slipped a foot into the shoe. It was a perfect fit. 

"Now strap them on," she wheezed after a throat-scorching swallow of one-hundred proof. 

Aaron complied. He finished the vodka in the bottle and closed his eyes as Madeleine pulled the leather hood over his head and snapped up the eye and mouth flaps. She guided him on his wobbly ankles to the hanging manacles and gently bent him forward to hitch each wrist in the cuffs. She proceeded to pull the cloth from his loins. "Aaron?" she sniffled.

A dulled acknowledgement escaped the leather hood.

"Would you have ever gone out with me? I mean, other than being coerced into it." She went over to the table and picked up the alligator clips.

"Sure I would." 

"Then why didn't you ever ask me? I mean, you had plenty of opportunity."

Aaron's wails resonated inside the slave hood to the attachment of the sharp-toothed clamps to his nipples. Tears flowed from his eyes. "I don't know," he gasped.

Madelene picked up the smooth wooden paddle and moved to his backside. She began warming up his tender tush by stroking and slapping with the palm of her hand. Then she readied the paddle. "Was it because I wasn't foxy enough for a frat boy like you?" She hurled a hard slap to his bottom.

"No," he screamed.

"Are you sure?" She let go another whack.

Aaron lurched in his chains. 

"I mean, I know I'm not a cool chick or even a pretty one," she paused with a heave of the battery to his sore flesh. "Still, I thought you liked me." Her paddling intensified with her interrogation. 

"I do!" he cried. "Please, stop hitting me!"

"Then why," she whacked, "have you," and whacked, "never," and whacked, "taken," and whacked, "me," and whacked, "out?" Her final slap left her teetering on her feet. Panting, she dropped the paddle to the floor then went to the table to grab another device.

Even as a trained athlete, Aaron had never endured such excruciating pain. He shrieked to the electrodes firing up his balls. He struggled to keep standing in the torturous heels. Yet excitement rushed to his brain while his penis anxiously pulsed. 

Madeleine undid the mouth and eye seals on his hood. Kneeling before him to be at eyelevel, she asked, "Do you want me?"

"Yes," he sobbed.

She placed her breast to his lips. He comforted in suckling her nipple and grew hard. He begged to fuck her. She reached between his legs and mercilessly teased his throbbing appendage. "Madeleine," he breathed, "kiss me then suck me, please." He felt her lips tantalizingly brush across his. A maniacal laugh broke out from her pale lips accompanied by a harsh metallic clanking.

The door of the container car swung open. The nail-sharp rays of daylight crucified Aaron to the cross of helplessness. He looked up to see a crowd of girls in hooded cloaks clapping and cheering loudly. They high-fived Madeleine. Then Neelon appeared, a foreboding silhouette haloed by the bright morning haze. He planted a lusty kiss on Madeleine's receptive lips and cloaked her in a long black hooded robe. 

"Madeleine? What is this?" Aaron begged to know.

She pulled the mask from her face and slipped the hood over her disheveled hair. She strutted up to the suspended track star and gently stroked his leather-covered face. Her finger looped inside the harness hitch at the back of the slave hood and jerked his head back. "You thought this hazing was all about you and your wheedling scheme to get into the big-ass fraternity with its secret society so that you could become a big man on campus," she seethed. "You thought by fucking me you would be inducted and that your future as partner with a top notch law firm would be a fix. I mean, isn't that how you men of ambition claw your way to the top, by fucking people over?"

Aaron gritted his teeth. "But I didn't fuck you. I tried to spare you."

"Madeleine, kiss me then suck me, please,'" she aped to the derisive laughter of her cohorts. "I'll tell you what sucks, you do. You're a pathetic driveling whiner." She tugged the hood harder. "You see Aaron, my lamb chop," she pronounced with a crisp pop. "I have the same ambitions as you. I wanted to make it into the Phi Kappa Psi Sorority where we have our own secret society of the Sisterhood. We may wear hooded cloaks instead of masks, but we operate by the same golden rule: Fuck others before they fuck you. I needed to pass my pledge and you were my ticket. The contest was that you kidnap me and put me in a very compromising position. For my end, I had to find a way to manipulate you into submitting to my will, which I easily achieved. I chose you, Aaron, because of the big sentimental sap with the Sir Galahad complex that you are."

"But I saved you from that creep, Knutson. I spared you the torment of this." He winced and writhed in his chains.

"Yes, you did and predictably so. I counted on your valiance, your chivalry, your self-control, your self-sacrifice, all those virtues that are nothing but weaknesses when wending your way through this wicked, wicked world."

"I thought you wanted a sensitive caring dude, a defender of your person and your rights," he agonized.

Madeleine spit in his face and released him in a manner akin to handling dog crap. 

His head dangling in despair, he lamented, "This was meant to be a stupid hazing done for stupid kicks as a stupid rite of passage for a stupid fraternity." He raised his head to his tormentors to adjure, "Not a lesson in heartless cruelty and degrading subjugation." 

Madeleine tilted her head and shot him a dumbfounded look. "Don't you get it? To attain success in life, you have to be cruel, heartless, and manipulative. School-yard bullies know it and so do hazers -- most of whom wind up running this country because of it. But you'll never realize it because you'll never aspire to those ranks. Right, hon?" She turned toward Neelon.

"Right, babe." Neelon stepped forward and handed her the mouse mask. "Mouseman, you're officially out. So is your pal Moynihan, who is not dead, you'll be relieved to hear."

Tears slid down from under the mask Madeleine had strapped over his hood in a final measure of crushing defeat. She tenderly cupped his chin in her palm and said in a voice soft as mink, "Aaron, if you had followed through and tortured and raped me, well, you would've been in and I would've been out. Now, you're hanging out to dry -- forever." She lifted the mask and kissed him on the mouth. "I am going to miss you. You are so cute and quite tasty." Walking towards her lover and her crew, she tossed him a codicil. "Oh, and you can forget the dinner at Bruno's. I couldn't risk being seen at such a swanky place with a loser like you."

"Wait," cried Kyle who had escaped Knutson's clutches to push through the crowd. "What about Mr. Poogie?" He gave Madeleine a whipped-dog look.

Madeleine gently brushed his cheek with her hand, looked him in his pitiful eyes and asked to her sorority sisters, "How was dear old Mr. Poogie, girls?"

They licked their lips and chimed in unison. "Deeeeee-licious."

Epilogue: Aaron Weiss never joined a fraternity. He dropped out of law school. For months, he felt as though his feet had been encased in cement and his body dumped to the bottom of the bay. But Aaron Weiss held his breath long enough to find a way to rise back to the top, not as the head of a major law firm, not as a giant captain of industry, not as a political leader in Washington. He came back as a reporter, a clever, resourceful, muckraking reporter. Wiry Aaron Weiss, the skinny track star with the Dustin Hoffman schnoz chased down his tormentors -- the Domino dirty-doers. 

Like he had done in the girls' dorm where he had gone in drag to plant the shower cam, he probed undercover into the shady dealings of the law firm Harper, Harper & BelPré. Neelon was indicted for jury tampering in a high-profile mob hit case and disbarred. 

Aaron searched long and hard to bring down Knutson, who was the CEO of a Title (8) government contractor connected with voter intimidation and the rigged computerized voting machine scandal. Aaron exposed him and his Domino cohorts for fraud and embezzlement that would make Enron look like a shoplifting escapade. 




Haze



Eventually, he tracked down Maddy Bauer, née Madeleine Grubb. She had married a top-earning real estate broker for commercial properties and an alumnus of the Domino Society. She was running for Congress when Weiss loaded up his sling and fired the damaging digital footage of her sorority exploits long thought to have been erased from hard-disk memory. But as Weiss and his technological wisdom knew, computers never really forget. He further dug up dirt on her husband for illegal campaign fundraising. 

One by one, Weiss, a scrawny scrappy David, took on the battalion of masked Goliaths and brought them down stone by stone. He had learned the hard painful way that to be successful in life, you needed to be utterly ruthless and totally unforgiving.



Hazel



I used to visit my grandmother at the nursing home until she passed away. During the final weeks, I used to sometimes visit with another resident names Lois. After my grandmother passed away, I continued to visit Lois and we began an affair that has lasted to this day. 

Lois joked once that she knew several other woman that would appreciate a "visit" from me. When she first made the comment, I laughed it off. She said it a second time a few weeks later and I told her, "Give me their names."

I didn't think much of it after that. To my surprise, after my last visit with Lois, she mentioned that Hazel in 415 has a private room, and she is also very lonely. I told Lois that I would make a trip to see Hazel.

I came back the following day and instead of going down 5-hall to see Lois, I went to 4-hall and walked down to room 415. The door was open, as most of them are, and there was Hazel, sitting in a comfortable chair watching the TV, with the volume a little loud.

I knocked on the door, called "Hazel?" and knocked again, a little harder. She looked up and smiled, then got a quizzical look on her face. I walked in and introduced myself. I explained about having visited my grandmother often and that now I still visit Lois. Then I said that Lois thought she might enjoy a visit once in a while from someone new.

She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "I don't get many visitors anymore" she said. She went onto explain her only son was across the country and hasn't visited in years. I held her hand as she spoke of her family and of the last few years. 

Her hands were thin and covered with liver spots. Her arms were slender, with the veins showing. There was the usual sagging of the upper arms as they disappeared into her dress. The dress was a print, with a zipper down the front and extended to her knees. Below the knees were thin legs with the thin transparent skin of the aged. She wore slippers, but no socks or hose. Hazel's face was pleasant, though covered with wrinkles. I glanced down out of habit, and noticed there was only a small swelling in the chest area.

After talking for a while I told Hazel that I must be going, and asked if I could see her again. She got the biggest smile of the day and said "I would like that very much, Joey."

"How about next Tuesday, around the same time as today?"

"That would be wonderful. I look forward to seeing you again" she said.

As I stood, she held on to my hand and I helped her out of the chair. She looked at me with imploring eyes, so I leaned down and kissed her cheek. She put her arms around me and hugged me. I gave her another peck on the cheek, but she didn't let go, so I moved my lips to hers and we kissed. 

"I'll be back Tuesday at 2:00. Count on it."

"I'll be here, Joey", she replied with a smile.

The week was a long one, waiting to see Hazel again. Tuesday finally arrived and I was there promptly at 2:00. I walked down to her room and saw her in the same chair, watching TV. But I noticed this week, her hair was done. 

I knocked and said "Hazel?"

She turned and smiled. "Oh Joey, I was afraid last week was a dream and that you wouldn't be here today."

"I never miss an opportunity to be with a pretty lady", I said. She smiled and lowered her head a bit. 

I picked up her chin, and looking into her eyes said, "Hey, no blushing. You ARE a pretty lady and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now, than here with you."

With that, she lifted her arms around my neck and I leaned down and we kissed again. We broke and I looked into her eyes and then closed mine and kissed her again, pulling her against me. She held tightly to my neck. I rubbed her back and she moaned into my mouth.

"I think we'd had better sit down", I said. 

I started to allow her to sit back into her easy chair, but she moved to my left. 

"Why don't we both sit on the bed? We can be closer that way." 

I led her to the bed and held her hand as she sat. I moved to her side and before I could sit she said, "Close the door. Those nosey old women don't need to be looking in here."

I closed the door and sat next to her on the bed. Unintentionally, when I sat, my weight being much more than hers, bounced her toward me and she ended up with her arms around me as she tried to regain her balance. 

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to fall on you."

"I'm sorry I made you lose your balance, but I kind of like the outcome."

I put my arms around her and she moved her left arm up to my face. I leaned over and kissed her. She held the back of my head, so I knew she wasn't fighting my kissing her. 

I rubbed her back with my right hand and then moved it to her side. I stroked her from her waist to her armpit and back down again. I then returned my hand to her back and squeezed her tighter to me. She was stroking the back of my head. I opened my mouth and our tongues met. Hazel was old, wrinkled and frail, but she was hot.

I wasn't sure if she would want to continue as I moved my face back from hers, but she rubbed my cheek and then moved her hand down my chest and stomach. She stopped her progress at my belt, but took a look at my growing erection and then moved her hand to stroke it. 

"Did I do that?"

"It is all yours", I replied. 

"Well, we may just have to have more of this."

She continued rubbing my hard-on and looked up to me again. We moved our faces together and as we kissed, she opened her mouth and thrust her tongue into my mouth. 

I enjoyed our little tongue games for a few minutes and then, with a gentle push, eased her back onto the bed. She moved her arms up and held them over her head. I kissed her again, leaning slightly on to her right breast. My right hand moved up to her chest and I rubbed my palm over her small breast. 

"Oh Joey," she said, "that feels so good."

I moved my hand up to her face and stroked her cheek. Then I rubbed her neck and brought my hand to the top of her dress and grabbed hold of the zipper pull. I tugged it once to see if I would be rebuked, but she continued kissing me. So I eased the zipper on down.

I managed to get the zipper to her waist and then with a slight change of position, I was able to continue and make it all the way to the hem. With a little flick, the zipper came apart. 

I moved my hand to her partially exposed thigh and rubbed her leg along the outside and brought my hand up. I could feel the wrinkles on her thigh and I could feel her cotton panties. The wrinkles continued as I felt her abdomen and then I felt her cotton bra. As I squeezed her small breast, I moved it up another couple of inches. 

At this point I wanted to see what I was holding, so I moved my kisses down her chin and then her neck. I opened my eyes and saw her wrinkled chest. As I pushed up on her breast, the skin would smooth out on the top of the breast and when it connected with her chest. I moved her breast down and the lines became visible again. I started kissing the top of her breast and down the center of her chest. She began making what I would call happy noises. I wouldn't call it moaning and it wasn't quite humming, but it sounded like she was very happy. I pulled my head up and cupped her breast again and just watched as I moved it in a circular motion. When I would get to the top of the circle, it felt large and looked smooth and inviting. At the bottom, it was a small ball in my hand with stretched wrinkled skin showing up her chest. I found it sexy and intoxicating. 

I wanted to see more and released the bra and grabbed her shoulder strap and slid it down her arm. She pulled her arm out of the strap. The cup was still over her breast and I reached in and pulled her breast out of the cup. The nipple was almost the same color as her skin and so at first I could not discern the full size of her nipple. I was about the size of a half-dollar and I pointed it straight out and covered it with my mouth. I was squeezing it in the middle as I sucked on the end. She was clearly enjoying this, as she started to rock back and forth. I reached behind her and found the clasp for the bra and with only minor fumbling, undid the hooks. 

At this point, the tension was off the bra and it loosened completely from her left tit, which was in my mouth. Her right tit drifted to her side, still enclosed in the bra. I grabbed the center of the bra and moved it up over her head. Her hands naturally followed and this had the result of allowing me to admire her chest in full and open view. I suppose this is as good as her breast could look, but they sagged both down toward her stomach and off to the sides. The nipples were both standing up, but my sucking made the left nipple tighter and more erect. 

I was about to resume my suckling on Hazel when she pushed my head back and said "Just a moment. I need to get fully on the bed." She wiggled up and got her legs fully on the bed. 

"There, now what was it you were about to do?"

"Enjoy the bounty of a beautiful sexy woman", I replied and cupped her left breast with my right hand and with my left hand, I gathered up her right breast and put my mouth to it. I glanced up to see her smiling, eyes closed and enjoying my sucking as much as I was. 

I sucked her right breast and then rubbed it on my cheek and sucked it again. Still holding it, I trailed my kisses from her right breast, along her chest, with its visible ribs, and then onto the left breast. By this time, she was moaning audibly. 

I continued sucking the left boob but allowed my right hand to let go. I kept the nipple on the top of her chest with my sucking. My right hand, now free, rubbed her along her side and down to her hips. I rubbed the outside of her thigh and brought my hand to her hip and followed her panty to the center of her abdomen. I slid it down and she parted her legs slightly. With her thin legs open slightly, I was able to press my hand between her legs and push my palm against her pussy. The panties were damp, which came as a pleasant surprise. "There's a lot of life left in this old broad", I thought.

I kept my hand on her old pussy and raised my head up to kiss her on the lips again. She appreciated the attention. I was still rubbing her pussy while our tongues played tag. I put my left hand and the bed and raised myself up to a sitting position. Yup, the panties were white.

I continued rubbing her as I moved to the end of the bed. I got off and grabbed the sides of her panties. I pulled them down and Hazel raised her hips to assist me. I slid them down her thin veiny legs and dropped then on the floor. Now I could see her pussy. I looked up her wrinkled legs and saw it. The hair was long but very sparse. The ones closest to her slit had a shine of moisture on them. Her lips were reddish and slightly swollen. I was as hard as a steel rod looking at this old woman showing me everything like a cheap slut. I was hoping I could hold off long enough to enjoy every bit of her.

I picked up her left leg and began to kiss the inside of her ankle. I moved my kisses up her calf and lowered her lag and my face as I got to her knee. I spread her legs with both hands as my kisses and my head moved up her thigh. I pushed on her ankles and she moved her feet back, raising her knees and opening them to allow me better access to her. 

As I felt her pussy hairs tickling my cheek, I turned and put the fingertips of both hands on her pussy lips and drew them back. When I saw her moist pink inner lips, I blew gently on them. She sighed and moved her hips. She was enjoying this.

I moved in and began to kiss the inside of her lips and then extended my tongue and licked her pussy from the bottom to the top. When I felt the clit under my tongue, I leaned in and began to suck it.

"Oh yes, suck my clit, eat my pussy."

I thought I was hearing things. This sweet wrinkled skinny old woman was taunting me like a cheap whore. I began to suck her harder. 

"Oh my God, Joey, on my God! Suck it. That's right, suck it right there. Oh yes. Oh God yes. Keep sucking Joey, keep sucking. A little more. A little more."

"Yeesss, that's good. Yeesss, yeesssss, Yeeeesssssssssss!"

There was no hiding her lust and her juices flowed into my waiting mouth. I couldn't believe it! I just made an 80-some year old woman cum by eating her pussy. 

I pulled back and eased off the bed. I knew she would want a moment to catch her breath and I wanted to have her now. I stood up and stripped my clothes in record time. 

She finally opened her eyes and looking to the bottom of the bed, saw me as I was finishing removing my clothes. She held her arms outstretched to me.

"Come here Lover. I need you inside me."

I knew we were thinking alike because I wanted nothing the world right then except to be inside her. I climbed onto the bed, my knees between her legs and put my hands beside her head. I lowered my face to hers and we kissed. As we did, I lowered my hips and felt the tip of my dick on the hairs of her pussy. I moved my hips up and down to feel my dick all along her sweet wrinkled pussy. After a couple of times, I pushed slightly and found the entrance to paradise. I started to put some pressure behind it, and the tip slipped in nicely. I was debating how much to put in and how soon, when she made a movement with her hips that drove me in the full length. 

"Oh God, Joey. I am so filled. Fuck me now, Joey, fuck me."

I was like a crazy man when she spoke like that. I had hoped to take it slow and gentle, but this old bitch was driving me crazy. I started pounding into her. I was slamming my dick into her and I could feel my balls slapping her ass. 

"Ooohhh, Joey, harder. Make me cum, Joey, make me cum."

This skinny old bitch was driving me over the edge. I was pounding her like a fright train and she was asking for more. 

I could feel my balls contracting and I knew I was going to explode. I put my arms beside her and propped myself up to look at her. She had her eyes closed and her moth was open. There were deep moans coming from deep inside her. I looked down to see her tiny transparent nipples standing up on her flattened breasts. I leaned to the left and with my right hand I reached down and began to pinch her left nipple. 

"That's it Joey, pinch my nipple and make me come."

Hearing her say that was all I needed and I pushed hard into her and felt my balls tighten for the last time. I pinched and turned her nipple. I exploded into her. 

I've had sex with older women before, but I have never seen the passion and lust that Hazel exhibited. As I was pressing into her, I felt her tighten her virgina muscles around my cock and milk me. 

She clasped her legs around me and pulled me in tighter to her. I felt her juices flowing around my now thinning member. She squeezed her legs tight one more time and relaxed.

I let go of her nipple that I had been squeezing. I started to ease down on to her, but stopped, and kissed her lightly on her lips and then pushed myself up and over, to her side. 

"I want to be near you, Hazel, but I'm worried that my weight my hurt you."

"You weren't so worried 5 minutes ago", she laughed, "but you are sweet to think about me."

I moved on to my side and laid my arm over her chest. I snuggled in closer and when she murmured "That's nice", I moved my hand back a little to cup her saggy breast. 

We stayed like that for about 10 more minutes and I said "Hazel, that was wonderful. I would love to spend the rest of the day here, but I have other commitments."

"I don't mind, Joey. That WAS wonderful. But you must promise me two things."

"Anything, Hazel"

"You must promise me that you will never tell a soul about this afternoon, and you must promise you will be back to do this again."

"Hazel, our secret is safe, and wild horses couldn't keep me away from you."

"Thank you, Joey. You know, it's not often an 82 year old woman gets herself a young stud. But I plan to make the most of it."

I was with her every week for the next year. 



Hazel



She was here. Every time I was near her my blood would get hot. Her name is Hazel and she is the most beautiful girl in the world. I don't know if she is really the most beautiful or if I want her so bad because she's with my best friend.

You see my best friend, Declan, and I have been friends since we were around five. Our parents were business partners turned friends. My name is Chase and me and Declan do just about every thing together but I usually have the upper hand or the best things. He has the second best things but him Having Hazel drives me insane. I tried hitting on her in the beginning but she only had eyes for him and that bruised my ego if I was being honest.

When it came to girls I was always the one who got the hot girls and Declan got the leftovers. You see he wasn't a bad looking guy, he was about 6'0 even with black hair and green eyes. He was in shape because we were constantly in the gym trying to scam on girls, until he met Hazel. I was taller than him at 6'3 with the same body shape. He was leaner than me but I wasn't overly muscular. My hair is blonde and I have bright blue eyes that the ladies loved.

Declan met her at the mall when we were looking for shoes. She was by herself holding a horde of bags when she dropped them in the hall in front of the store we were in. He was the closest to her and he ran to help her with her avalanche of fallen bags. I checked her ass out as she bent over in her pants. When she lifted up to look at him her ass jiggled a bit with her motion and my mouth went dry with lust. Her midriff top showed a flat expanse of smooth milk chocolate skin. I drew my eyes up to her perky breasts up to her neck with a gold necklace dropping between her cleavage. He hair was in curls exploding from her head with purple spread around the tips.

She was gorgeous. Her lips nice and plump and ripe for sucking a mean cock. She had wide brown eyes with a glint in her eyes making you want to know the secrets she holds. I could definitely see her in my bed under me. I walked up to her to help her with her fallen bags also. Declan already offered to take her stuff to her car so I decided to introduce myself.

"Hey my name is Chase" I said with my best seductive smile.

"I'm Hazel, nice to meet you" her voice wasn't what I expected. I know I'm stereotyping but I expected her voice to sound more black but she sounded like she was a different ethnicity. Her kind voice turned me on even more and I think I was staring at her because she cleared her throat.

"Nice to meet you Hazel. I think we can help you out"

"Yeah your friend Declan here is going to help me bring my things to my car." Jealousy spiked through me the way she looked at him. I could clearly see the interest spark between them and it bothered me that she didn't look at me twice.

That day is the day Declan asked for her number and they have been inseparable since then. And now she was here again at the house we shared. We were all on our way out for a night on the town and we were waiting on the other girls to get here. Us guys were already ready and in the kitchen pregaming with the music blasting around the house. Hazel was in Declan's room with her other friend, Tanya, getting ready. Tanya was a knockout with her light skin and long hair flowing down her back. It was obviously a weave but it was a nice one and she looked good. Her eyes were light brown with perfect lips and a thin body. Her body compared to Hazels was just pathetic. Hazel was stacked with curves while Tanya was tall and lithe with a nice body. Tanya had one of those faces that girls killed to have but although Hazel had a normal visage her personality and aura spoke volumes.

She was just one of those girls you couldn't help but fall in love with but she had a sassy streak especially with me. One day she surprised me with how sassy she could get

******

I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang and I answered it to reveal Hazel with her gorgeous self standing there waiting to be let in. She tried to walk in but I put my hands on the door frame to stop her from coming in. There was nothing she could do with me being bigger than her, I could probably pick her up and toss her over my shoulder without even breaking a sweat. 

"What's the secret password" I said to her letting her see my eyes roam over her curvaceous body.

"Get out my way" she said cocking her hip to the right looking sexy as hell.

"I'll tell you what. I will let you come in if you give me a little kiss on the cheek." I said smirking. I knew she was wary of me because she would avoid me like I had fucking ebola. I liked getting a rise out of her and I could tell she wasn't buying my 'kiss on the cheek' business.

"How about you get out of my way or you won't be having any children in your future. Mmmkay pumpkin" she said patting me on the cheek and ducking under my arm.

I don't know what came over me but I was tired of Declan parading her around rubbing her in my face and it was my time to finally have her. So I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me with some force. Feeling her soft pliable body pressed against mine made visions of us fucking cross my mind. I wondered what she had on under that body hugging dress she had on.

Surprising me with her strength she pushed me hard against the wall with her hands on my shoulders looking up at me with her pouty lips, "Touch me again and I will rip your spine out and skip rope with it."

With that she pushed me and turned to walk away. That day tipped me over the cliff. Her show of machismo turned me on and I figured she would be a beast in the bed. I bet she was rocking Declan's world. A girl like that not afraid to be dominant was hard to come by, I'm used to girls throwing themselves at me and doing every single thing I asked of them without complaint. But Hazel didn't want any part of me and I loved a challenge.

********

The other girls showed up at our house and Declan went in search for his girlfriend and her friend so we could go. Right when he was about to turn the corner, Hazel and her friend came into the kitchen. My mouth nearly dropped out of my butt. I knew Hazel was thick but I didn't know she was this thick. She had black leggings on that looked like her second skin and a tight fitted yellow top showing off her flat edible stomach. The heels she wore made her look taller and made her calf muscles look delectable. Her ass was basically eating those damn leggings and I just wanted to grab her massive ass in my hands.

Declan had the same idea because he grabbed her in for a kiss and had both hands full of her ass with some still left to be fondled. Show off. I looked around and I saw some of the other guys watching as Declan and Hazel kissed, well they mostly stared at her ass forming under his hands. My green eyed monster stood up and I barked that we needed to go. We all packed into two SUVs. Declan, me and Hazel weren't the DD so we got in the backseat of a friends car. I made it so Hazel had to crawl in the car and I got a great look at her ass. I gently pushed on to her soft globes under the guise of helping her in the car. She turned and gave me the death stare and I blew a kiss to her feeling a little frisky.

Once we made it to the club we all went to the floor and danced with the crowd. After a few songs I saw Declan and Hazel make their way to some chairs. He sat down with her in his lap and I got to look at them uninterrupted. From the outsiders view they were a really cute couple, a gorgeous girl with smooth brown skin and curls spiraling around her head like a halo with a killer body. And a handsome white guy who looked at her like she shit rainbows and pissed glitter. I knew he was in love with her, there was no way to not see it. I don't think he told her yet but you could tell she loved him too and that's what irked me.

Why wasn't I enough for her? If she would have seen me first would it had been different? Was it that she didn't like me as a person or did she just genuinely like him better. Maybe she didn't really know the Declan that I knew. The guy who almost fought me because Becca in high school liked me more than she liked him. We didn't talk for an entire month. She wasn't that great in bed and I told him he wasn't missing anything and then we were buds again. She probably didn't even know that he had a betting problem. He probably only showed her the cookie cutter side and not his dark one. Well maybe it was high time she found out. I kept that little ammo in my back pocket.

I saw Hazel get up when a song played and tried to pull Declan to the floor but he resisted and shook his head. I guess he needed to rest some more. I followed her switch to the middle of the sea of people gyrating to the bumping song. I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips. She tried to turn around but I ground into her challenging her. She was up for a challenge with a stranger, or so she thought. She rubbed her fat ass on my crotch and I was getting horny. I tried keeping up with her and pulled her closer to me so she could fell the thickness of my cock and see what she did to me every time she was around.

Once the song ended she tried to walk away but the DJ was on my side and played a 90's throwback of Juvenile and pulled her back to me because I wasn't done with her yet. She obliged and began to gyrate on me again. Her friend Tanya walked up and pulled her into her her arms and I instantly hated Tanya at that moment. Hazel snaked her body on Tanya and my cock jumped in my pants. I grabbed Hazel again and she turned to see it was me and she was totally mortified and pulled out of my grip and headed to her boyfriend. 

I shrugged and searched the dance floor for an easy target to bury my cock in for the night. I couldn't jack off to Hazel any more I needed a body under me or on top of me. Yeah Hazel looked like a rider, she looked like she could ride my cock all night until I begged to come. Me! Begging! She looks like the type a man would moan under. Fuck I needed some pussy now or I was going to go insane.

Turns out I couldn't find any one to to get with tonight. Well I could have but no one made my cock jump like Hazel did. I swear my lust for her was going to drive me insane, I'm walking around with blue balls handling my own climax while I could be fucking the brains out of someone. 

We were on our way home and I basically moped the entire way with Hazel and Declan kissing on each other beside me like I wasn't in the seat with them. We were all out of the car and said goodbye to our buddies and spotted him forty dollars for gas. When I turned around Declan and Hazel pulled a disappearing act inside the house. I went in a closed the door being as quiet as I could listening for them.

Maybe I was a little tipsy because once I heard her giggling I followed her voice to his room. In the throes of passion, they didn't close the door all the way but I guess they really didn't have to since my room was on the other side of the house. This is on them thinking I was going straight to bed. Hell half this house is mine and I have just as much right to be on this side as Declan did.

They were kissing while Declan grabbed on to her ass pulling her into him while he ground his cock on her leggings covered center. She started to pull at his belt and yank it out of the loops to throw it across the room out of my view. She opened his jeans with a force that turned me on so I decided to join in on the fun and pull out my already throbbing member. She pulled his pants down and wrapped her small hands around his pole twisting up and down while he groaned and grabbed her hair gently.

She stuck out her tongue and licked at him and swirled it around his tip making him buck in her hands and mouth. She took him into her mouth as far as she could go and I suddenly wanted to be right there in the room with her feeling her mouth around me and not him. I stopped looking at her sucking him off and just watched her body. She was crouched on her knees and her butt bouncing with every bob she did on his cock. The slurping sounds she made was making me shake and I could feel myself getting close but I wasn't ready to come yet I wanted to wait on her.

Declan pulled her up to stop her and she pouted her small full lips up at him. She stood up and he told her he wanted to be buried inside of her so they both got completely undressed. I stared at her in awe. Her skin was nice and smooth with a little stretch marks on her hips and thighs. She wore it well though and I had a deeper appreciation of her for being comfortable in her skin. He went to lay on the bed and told her to bring her sexy ass over here and I was burning with jealousy I could swear I was as green as the hulk.

She slowly sexily walked over to the foot of the bed and crawled up like he was her prey ready to devour. She tried to center herself on his erection but he pulled her up to his mouth. He pulled her down so she was sitting on his face and he commenced to eating the treasure between her legs. I didn't know that he was into stuff like face sitting, he never talked about it before but he seemed so happy to be doing it to Hazel. I took a look down his body and yup he was excited, his dick was standing straight up pointing to the sealing with a twitch every now and then. 

Hazel was getting loud and started to grind on his face rubbing her delicious cunt on his chin. She came with an explosion of moans praying out to god and screaming Declan's name to the sky. She leaned on the wall to regain her composure and I slowed down my stroking on my hard as steel cock. 

He pulled her down his body and she hovered over him. She took her hand and laid his cock against his stomach and she sat on it with her lips cradling his member and she rode him without penetration. He let out a string of curses gripping her hips telling her he wanted inside of her now. She obliged him and finally put him inside of her and she jerked once she sat all the way down on him. She started grinding back and forth on him with a fervor, her hands on his chest and his groping her breasts.

I sped up to reach her speed and I could hear the soft grunts I was making visualizing me under her with her smooth chocolate skin enveloping my cock deep within her depths as I would stare up at her big round shining brown eyes with lust in them for me and only me. Declan got tired of the back and forth grind so he started to lift her upon him and slam her back down. She braced her legs on his sides like she was in a squat and rode him like a pro.

He moaned and groaned under her with a curse thrown in there. With his hands on her hips he sped up her motions and I sped mine up also. I could feel it start it my toes and I knew this would be a powerful one. I was breathing heavy and erratic and had my eyes snapped shut listening to their musical climaxes reach their peaks. I was right there with them with my breath caught in my throat and an incredible stillness come over me for a second when I blew my load into my hand and all over my shirt with a drawn out sigh. I looked up and saw Hazel slumped over Declan and he picked her up and placed her next to him. He cut off the side lamp and they both went to sleep.

Out of breath I went to take my lonely ass to my lonely bed getting mad with every step. I needed a girl and fast but I didn't just want any girl I wanted Hazel. I had to think of something that would make her want me or at least for her to sleep with me. A horrific thought dawned on me and I thought for a second that I was in love with her but that can't be it, I just wanted to fuck and I had to to get her off my mind.

The next morning I woke up with a hangover and I woke up late . I never wake up this late, it was damn near 12 o'clock. I groggily went to wash my face and brush my teeth going at a snails pace because obviously this is the universes sign that I need to take it slow today. I walked downstairs and saw something move at the corner of my eye and decided to follow it to the back patio. There she was swimming in a bright red bikini with her wild hair slicked to the back of her head. I just stood there watching her kick up water as she did laps and I had a lightbulb moment.

I ran upstairs and put on my trunks and sprinted back down hoping she was still in the pool. I had no idea where Declan was and I didn't care. I waited until she got to the far end of the pool to get in and get adjusted to the cool water. Once I got over the initial shock of being immersed in the water I focused on my target. She must have noticed me in her periphery because she stopped and ran her hand down her face to dislodge the water trapped on her lashes spiking them up making her look like a mermaid from the deep.

I walked closer to her as she moved back and she was finally pushed to the wall with me towering over her.

"What do you want Chase" she said trying the nice route first with a forced smile.

"I just thought that I would join you for a swim" I placed my hands on her hips getting closer to her.

"Ok well there's enough pool for the both of us to swim independently" she said moving my hands from her hips.

"Why don't we swim together" I placed my hands back on her hips but moved them lower with a smile.

"Uh um what do you think you're doing Chase, get off of me." the little hellcat was coming out now and that turned me on.

"Why don't you give me a kiss and I'll let you go" I said pulling her against me. He wet warm body pressed to mine was heaven and I decided to grab her juicy butt in my hands. I wanted to smack her ass so bad, you had to do that to a nice round ass just to see it jiggle right in front of your eyes.

"How about I kiss you with my fucking fist and tell Declan to kick your ass" she said in a sweet saccharine voice.

"I know I would like to do something with your ass" I said ignoring her threat. I leaned in and kissed her on her inviting neck and sucked hard so I could leave a mark.

Next she did the unthinkable. She grabbed me by my throat in her tiny hand a squeezed, "Get your fucking hands off of me and I won't tell Declan about this or I will kick your ass myself. Choose." she said through gritted teeth.

I don't think she knew how much she was turning me on but I was trying not to show her I was struggling for breath with her cutting off my circulation to my carotid arteries. I just smirked at her and let go to show my surrender. She pushed me off of her and turned around to lift herself out of the pool with water dripping down her body. Her ass was an inch away from my face and I was fuckin' frozen in that spot by her boldness. I watched her walk away and saw Declan appear around the corner waiting for her at the door.

As I looked on he hugged her and he looked at me with a smug smile placing his hand around her waist to guide her away. I clenched my jaw so hard that I thought teeth would break. I jumped out the pool and shoved a chair in my sexual frustration. Now I had to go upstairs to masturbate and relieve some pent up stress.

I sat back on my bed with my eyes close picturing Hazel's pretty little sassy mouth wrapped around my dick. I could see her eyes smiling up at me while she teased me and rolled my balls around in her soft hand talking dirty to me. I just knew she would have a talented little tongue sucking the blackness out of my soul to make me a new man. Finally I shot a huge load spurting into the air then landing back down on me and my bed. I was so tired that I fell asleep again for a power nap.

It has been a couple of months since the pool incident with Hazel and I had to touch her again. My grandmother was sick these past few years and some months ago she was put on a breathing apparatus. We all knew she was going to pass soon and she knew it too we just prolonged it because we were being selfish and didn't know what we would to about the loss of such a precious soul. Eventually my grandfather and grandmother came to a mutual decision to cut her off and let her meet her maker. I was sad and I would miss her, she was just the sweetest person and one of the purest of souls. The world would be a better place with more people like her around, like Hazel.




Hazel



I came from the hospital feeling a little somber walking through the doors to the house. Hazel and Declan sat on the couch cuddling watching some show that I didn't pay much attention to.

He caught the look on my face and he asked me what was wrong. I sadly told them that my grandmother passed away today and he hugged me. He drew back and said he was sorry I had to go through this, he knew how much I loved her. Hazel got up and hugged me and I pulled her close breathing in her intoxicating scent. I had my hands on her lower back with her breasts pressed against me and I had to smile. This is what it would be like if she was my girl.

We pulled apart and I shyly looked at Declan to see he was looking at me through squinted eyes not about to let me take my grief to the next level. Hazel said if I needed anything to just let her know and she would gladly help me in my time of need. That was just her always wanting to help someone out and I loved that she had a fire inside of her and a sweet side. I just gave her a small thanks walking away.

Some hours passed and there was a knock at my door. I opened it to see Declan on the other side.

"Hey man, how you holding up?" he asked.

"You know I'm good, we expected this but I guess I wasn't completely ready for her to just not be here any more. She's in a better place I know that." 

"Good man it takes time. Well that's not why I'm here, I came to talk about Hazel."

I tensed. Maybe she told him about all our encounters and he was about to beat me to a pulp. "What you mean?" I asked trying to be innocent.

"Look man, I know you want her. I see the way you look at her but you have to stop you're starting to freak her out. She doesn't want to leave my side she thinks you're going to do something to her. You're my boy so I know you would never do anything serious but you know how women are. Just please stop making her uncomfortable for me because I love her and I want her to love you too." He said rubbing the back of his neck. We aren't really emotional men so this was probably killing him to have to sound like he was begging me.

"Sure man I didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable. I mean she is hot and I was just recognizing that, my bad if I offended y'all" I said lying between my teeth. I wanted her and I wanted her as bad as the joker wanted to take out batman.

"We cool man?" he held out his hand to dap me up and I dapped him back with a smile. He strutted out of my room with his smug smile and I wanted to wring his neck. I had something for his ass.

More months passed and their two year anniversary was coming up and he wanted to do something special. He had this huge elaborate plan that he let me in on since I 'backed off' his girl a while back. He was getting plane tickets for the weekend coming up so they could take a trip to Hawaii. He was going to surprise her today to tell her about the tickets but he had to work late so he could get this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. A lightbulb went on over my head.

I typed up a message for Hazel and placed it on the front door with instructions on it and flowers leading to Declan's room. He usually parked his car in the garage so I parked mine there so she wouldn't notice it sitting outside when she pulled up. I saw her pull up to the house and I hid in a nearby closet. Hearing her footsteps climb the stairs made my heart pound fast in my chest and I knew that she could probably hear it in the silence of the house.

In my letter I told her to get undressed and lay on the bed and to put the eye mask on. I also told her to clap her hands when she was all ready. I peeked inside to make sure she had the mask on and she did. She even left the champagne I had for or right where I left it. She was smiling from ear to ear feeling my presence beside her. 

I waved my hand in front of her face to test the waters and when I was satisfied she couldn't see me I turned on some oldies to set the mood and she swayed on the bed to the beat. For a while I was stuck in a trance by the movement of her wide hips. I gently grabbed her wrist and placed a ribbon in it so she could feel it. Then I secured her wrist to his bed post. I did the same with the other hand and she seemed calm enough so I relaxed a little bit. I noticed the naughty little minx didn't follow all directions, she still had her bra and panties on, sexy, but she broke the rules on purpose to be a bad girl. 

I got my feather and smoothed it down her stomach to her core then down both of her legs watching her shiver every now and then. I popped a piece of small ice in my mouth and let it melt fogging my breath with every exhale. I dropped to her mouth and hesitated. I was about to kiss her. Hazel. I was about to finally taste her luscious lips on mine and I might just come from the thought of it. I licked her bottom lip to let her know I was there and dove in for the kiss of my life. My heart raced and my pulse felt like it was bulging in my neck.

She returned my kiss sneaking her tongue in my mouth lightly brushing against mine. The kiss was so soft and passionate that my heart clinched in a kung fu grip. I wanted to bury myself so deep in her that you wouldn't know where I ended and she begun but I had to take it slow, I had enough time and I had to do this right if this was going to be my only time.

I reluctantly ended our kiss and kissed down her neck stopping to nibble her making her squirm. I moved down and noticed it was one of those strapless bras. I ran my finger around the top of her breasts enjoying the look of her arching to my touch. I reached around to undo her bra and slip it from under her. Her breasts were magnificent with cute little brown areolas hard poking out against her smooth skin. She had a cute birth mark under her right breast the looked like an island.

I dipped down to kiss around her breasts teasing her watching her search for my mouth to latch onto her nipple. I smiled finally taking a hard little nipple in my mouth and she moaned. I loved that she was so responsive. I cared for her other breast and she was practically begging me to do more. I kissed down her stomach loving the responsive shiver that said she couldn't wait to have me inside of her. I popped another piece of ice in my mouth and ran it around her stomach and down her love handles. Seeing that the ice was getting down to a little corner, I decide to part her legs and drop the ice between her secret lips watching her jump.

I took one lip into my mouth and sucked it in dragging my tongue on the inside just out of reach from her clit. Her moans were music to my ears. I did the same to her other lip teasing around the little button that she wanted me to push. She was begging me to finish her but I wasn't ready for her to come yet. I paused watching her squirm. I decided to be nice and give her one long lick up her slit. She let out a long moan and that was all I needed to keep going.

I bobbed my head up and down running my tongue on her slick sweetness. She was close and I wanted to push her right of that edge. I flicked her bud with my tongue quickly then sucking hard and alternating until she gushed in my mouth pulling against her restraints. She came down from her high writhing like her body was scorching and I had the water to douse her.

I poured some champagne in the glass and plopped in my secret ingredient and stirred it around until it dissolved. I lifted her head and put the glass to her lips making sure she drank it all. She licked her lips saying 'mmmm' in response to the taste. I knew once I entered her I wouldn't last long so I had to make this the best fuck she ever had or at least pull all the stops to impress her before she knocked out.

I pulled out my raging hard on and rubbed it up and down her slit letting her rock moaning when I hit her button. I slipped on a condom and braced myself for heaven. I slowly entered her tight heat and had to bite down on my jaw to keep from coming. I had to stop for a whole fifteen seconds so I wouldn't ejaculate too fast. I gained my composure and began to stroke inside of her inferno. We both moaned in unison with the motion I was creating. I lifted her thighs up and felt her stretch marks leading to her ass like a treasure map and I was deep within her treasure chest. 

I pulled my cock in and out of her at a steady pace while I sucked and licked on her bountiful breasts. She wrapped her legs around me and I drew in a sharp breath feeling her tighten around my steely cock. I needed to go faster or I would explode. I grabbed her shoulders and sped up my pace.

"Oh fuck yes right there Declan!" she was screaming now egging me on but only I wasn't Declan. I played along.

I thrust inside of her knowing this was going to be the only time I would have with her. I couldn't help but let out my own groans of satisfaction as my toes started to curl. She would grind into me to increase the friction and she was about to bring us both over the edge. I started slamming into her like a car slamming into a tree at eighty miles an hour. She was straining against her binds trying to reach for me not knowing what to do.

She let out a long moan that turned into a scream if ecstasy clinching at my manhood pulling me into the climax with her. She was milking me for everything I had.

"Wait, somethings wrong." she said worriedly her words slurring.

"Oh fuck yes, don't stop no yes." she was sounding distant but aroused at the same time with another climx crashing through her.

Finally I exploded inside of the condom inside of her and almost fainted myself. I had to blink a couple of times with the black dots sparking behind my eyes. My orgasm was so strong that I don't think I moved from her clutches until my mind stopped spinning. I pulled myself out of her with a sucking pop sound and I finally looked at our skin contrast. Surprising myself, I thought I needed to be with her again because I didn't get to admire our differences.

She was fast asleep and I untied her and removed every thing out of his room. I went back to double check and make sure all the evidence of our tryst was gone. I placed her under the covers and watched her beautiful face as she slept completely unaware of my presence. 

Declan will never know what I had done, Hazel would never know that it was me who had sex with her this night. I was the only one who would retain this wonderful memory and I'm afraid it's not enough. I took this as a win and went to bed with an accomplished smile on my face and Hazel essence on my cock.



Hazel and the Rent Man



My story goes back 20 years to when I meet my first wife. We were both in our early twenties and for me anyway it was lust at first site.

Hazel was a voluptuous big titted blond with long legs and brown come to bed eyes. She really was sex on legs. I've always been a tit man and her 38" DD's were out of this world. Not only were they big, but, in those days they stood out rather than droop and were topped by magnificent sensitive nipples. She was the first girl I'd ever had who could achieve multiple orgasms, it seemed that once she started, they just went on forever. Our sex life was good, but she always wanted more and always wore me out. I used to joke that I'd married a nymphomaniac.

During the first year of marriage we lived in a rented one bedroom flat in High Wycombe and like most young couples we struggled to make ends meet. As a self employed motor sports photographer, I managed to supplement our income by doing the odd weekend wedding etc but overall life was pretty hard.

Hazel was a giggly immature girl that loved being the center of attention and put in front of the camera she would pout and pose all day. I'd taken some shots of her wearing what we called her whore suit; thigh high black high heel boots over black stockings and suspenders, an under the nipple bra which made her tits look even bigger and a pair of open crutch panties that showed of her shaven pussy to perfection. Some were of me fucking her in various positions or of her playing with herself or sucking cock. I had my own darkroom set up in the flat so she felt safe in the knowledge that only I would see the results and was quite happy doing open leg shots and even some of her bringing herself off with a large dildo.

I'd spent Monday morning developing the film and left the prints on the drying rack while I went to the agency. On my return I had the shock of my life, Mr. Houseman, our landlord had let himself into the flat and was happily going through the photo's. "What the hell do you think your doing," I yelled, "steady son, I'm only here to fix the leaking sink, you were aware that I was coming today, I spoke to your missus on the phone".

Fuck, I'd completely forgotten. "Bit of all right, your missus, wouldn't mind some of that meself." I snatched the pictures away and shoved them in a drawer. I didn't like Houseman, he was about mid fifties, fat and balding with a nasty attitude, a real shifty character with a dodgy reputation and not someone to fall out with. He usually called twice a month to collect the rent and always had a couple of heavies with him, mostly coloured lads built like brick shit houses. Coming close to me he whispered in my ear, "if ever she wants a real man, you let me know." With that he was gone.

I didn't tell Hazel, how could I, she'd have gone absolutely mad. After that day, whenever he came to collect the rent he would openly stare at her tits or legs. "Christ, he gives me the creeps," she said one day, "always staring at my tits, dirty old bastard."

A few months later and disaster hit, Hazel was made redundant and I sprained my ankle falling of a step ladder. With no income and no savings to fall back on we were in deep shit and didn't have enough money to pay the rent. As usual, Houseman called on Friday night and listened patiently to our tale of woe. "Tell you what," he said, "I'll give you to next Friday to get the money together or I send the lads in to take the telly and hi-fi and you find somewhere else to live, now I can't say fairer than that, can I," he said patting Hazel on the leg as he got up to leave.

We tried everything, family, friends etc, but nobody had that sort of money. We waited for the inevitable and sure enough, Friday night and Houseman arrives with one of his heavies. "Well," he said after we told him we didn't have the money, "looks like you're in a real fix then doesn't it." "Barry, go get the motor and load the telly and hi-fi." The black guy disappeared and Hazel started to cry. "Hey pretty thing, no need for tears," he said standing over her. "Tell you what, perhaps there is a way you can stay here and clear your debts." Hazel stropped crying and we both looked at him expectantly. "See, I don't know if your husband told you but I seen you all dressed up in those stockings and fancy knickers and I like what I seen, get my drift." Hazel looked from him to me, "what does he mean?" "Sorry love, I know I should have told you." I explained what had happened with the photographs. "You did what." She was furious.

"Hey, hey, remember me," Houseman interrupted, "now then, it's dead easy really, I get to do what I like with your missus once a week until your back on your feet like, that way the rents paid and you still got somewhere to live. Tell you what, I'll call Barry off and finish my rounds while you think it over, if agreeable, then I want her dressed like she was in the photo's when I come back. See you in about two hours, nice hi-fi that."

There was stunned silence after he left, I just didn't know what to say. "Well, this is a fine mess," Hazel said, "fat boy fucks me of we loose everything." "Look, why don't we throw what we can in car and just get the hell out of here," I suggested, "and how do you drive with a sprained ankle, (Hazel didn't drive) for Christ's sake Tony, we've no bloody option, we can't just walk out and leave all our furniture, where do we go, what do we do." She was in tears again. "What do you mean, surely your not going to let him fuck you?" "I can't let him take everything we've ever worked for, look, it's once a week, he's fat and old, he can't last that long and besides, your the one that always said you wanted to watch me with another man, well, thanks to you and your bloody photo's now you can." That was true, it had been a fantasy we'd discussed during sex but Houseman was not exactly what I had in mind.

Without further discussion she stormed of into the bedroom slamming the door in my face. When she came out about an hour later I got an instant hard on. She looked absolutely stunning, she'd put on some really tarty make up, thick black eye shadow and bright red lipstick and she was wearing her whore suite. Her big tits were heaving up and down with each breath and her pussy lips were clearly visible through the open crutch knickers. "You're really going to go through with it?" I asked her. "No, I'm going shopping," she replied sarcastically. "Look, when he comes back it'll be a quick fuck and then he goes. I'm going to insist that you stay or the deals off, OK?"

My stomach was in mouth and my hands were shaking. What other option did we have? We sat in silence for what seemed like hours until suddenly there was a knock on the door. Hazel ran to the bedroom while I let Houseman in. "Well, what's it to be then?" he said looking round the room for Hazel. Before I could answer, she came into the room and stood in front of him. She was deathly white and shaking from head to toe. "Once a week until we're back on our feet right," "right," he confirmed looking her up and down. "No pain, you just fuck me and leave OK." "Whoa, not so quick little lady, I want to enjoy it, not rush it. The deal is, you do anything and I mean anything I want. If I want two or even three fucks a night then you say yes, get it." "Fuck him," I said, "lets just go Haze, we don't need this."

"No, it's OK, really, I'll do what you say on two conditions, 1) Tony stays with me and 2) no pain." "If he wants to watch a real man in action that's OK with me, I might even let him join in," he said moving towards Hazel and grabbing both tits in his hands. "Oh yes, I've waited a long time to play with these little babies."

I sat and watched as this fat old bastard ran his hands over every part of my lovely wife. I felt real anger towards him but at the same time I was more turned on than I've ever been in my life. He made her stand with her legs open as her chewed on her nipples and slipped first one then two fingers into her cunt. "Well now, looks like she's enjoying it," he said holding up two very wet fingers for my inspection.

It was true, she was getting very wet and her breathing had become irregular. She stood there with her eyes closed and her head tilted back as he did what he liked. A few more minutes of chewing her nipples and fingering her clit and cunt and she let out a huge sigh. Her legs gave way as her orgasm hit her and Houseman had to lower her to the floor before she fell. "Looks like the little sluts going to enjoy herself after all," he said taking his clothes off. It wasn't a pretty site. He stood about 5'6"; what hair he had left was on each side of his head and I'm sure his beer gut prevented him from seeing his feet. However, it was when he pulled his underpants down that I got the biggest shock, this guy was extremely well endowed with at least twice the thickness of my own 6" cock.

Standing over Hazel with a semi hard dick, he grabbed the back of her head and steered her into a kneeling position towards his cock. She's never really been one for giving a blow job and would never, ever swallow, claiming it made her feel sick. "OK sweet thing, you know what to do." Before she could object, he was stuffing as much cock as possible past her ruby red lips into her mouth towards the back of her throat. She struggled to get her lips round the girth, gagged and pushed him away only to be forced even harder onto his now hardening prick. "Oh I just love it when they fight back," he said holding her head still in his hands and literally fucking her mouth. She spluttered and gasped for air each time he withdrew, only to gag again when he shoved it further in. I was about to intervene when with a final thrust and a pig like grunt he filled her mouth with spunk.

She struggled to free herself but his grip had now moved to the back of her head and he held her tight until he was spent. I could see her swallowing time and time again as jet after jet emptied into her, what she didn't swallow started to run down the sides of her mouth down her chin and onto her tits. "Oh yea, drink it all up Baby, that's it." He pulled his cock from her mouth and wiped it round her face leaving a slimy trail. When he eventually released her she fell back on the floor fighting for air. "Why don't you get some while I get my breath back," he said looking at me. I moved to the floor and sat beside her, "we can stop this right here and now," I said feeling my anger rise towards him, "no, it's OK Hon, honest, I'm all right," and then in a whisper she said, "I don't reckon he'll be able to get it up again anyway".

Sure enough, he was lying there on his back like a stranded whale, puffing and panting with his big gut rising and falling. "Come on Baby, come and suck it hard again, then you can ride it." He pulled her into a 69 position and was reaming her pussy while she sucked on his cock. Every now and again he would break of to tell me how wet she was getting and what he was going to do with her. "She's going to take my big fat cock right up her cunt," and "man, this little slut sure knows her way round a cock." All the while, Hazel was sucking his cock until it reached full length. "OK Baby, time for a real ride." I watched as she positioned herself over the bulbous purple head of his cock and slowly lowered herself down. The licking he had given her enabled her to take most of his cock in one go and I watched as her pussy lips were dragged inside her. As she pulled up, they would cling to his cock and stretch outwards.

She did this three or four times until in sheer frustration, he grabbed her by the nipples and pulled her completely down in one foul swoop. For the first time in her life she had about 9" of cock up her. Holding her tits, he forced himself in and out several times making her moan with pleasure. Her eyes were shut tight and every now and then she would lick her lips. He was fucking her faster now and her moans were getting louder. "Told you she'd appreciate a real man," he said looking at me with a big grin on his face.

He made her get on all fours and holding onto her suspender straps, he rammed it up her from behind. "Stick you dick in her mouth," he said, "looks like one's not enough." Before I could move, Hazel had grabbed hold of me and releasing my cock from my trousers stuffed it into her mouth and sucked it like never before. She was really getting off on this fat old bastard fucking her cunt with his huge prick whilst taking mine in her mouth. I didn't last long and within a few sucks I was filling her mouth with spunk. I'd expected her to push me away but she just grabbed my arse and pulled me in deeper, swallowing every last drop. Fat boy came soon after filling her cunt with another load of spunk. "Oh boy, I can see you and me are going to get along fine," he said slapping her arse as he pulled out.

Then, for the second time that night, she got to do something she had never done before, he made her lick his prick clean. "Knows how to look after a man does this one," he said watching her lick every drop from his dwindling cock.

He couldn't get it up a third time but the night was far from over. He made her lay back on the sofa, legs spread wide while she fingered herself to another orgasm. Then he watched while I fucked her. The final act of the evening was watching Hazel fuck herself with a cucumber, something that turned me on so much I got another hard on.

He eventually left around eleven and Hazel and I climbed into bed where I fucked her again. "Did you enjoy him," I asked, slowly moving my prick in and out of her well fucked cunt, "I wouldn't say enjoy, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." "Looked like you were enjoying it to me, maybe you liked his big prick." I upped the pace a little and could feel her respond. "Did you like his fat cock up you?" She was reaching her orgasm, "yes, yes I liked his fat cock up me," "and does my little fuck slut want him to fuck her again?" "Oh Christ, yesssssss, oh yes, please, oh my God." Considering what she'd been through, she had the biggest orgasm of the night. I waited until she had calmed down and started again.

"You really looked like a cheap whore fucking that fat old bastard," she gyrated her hips to meet my thrusts, "in fact, I think you really liked his fat cock didn't you slut," "yeah" she said staring me straight in the eye and pushing harder against me. "You really are a cheap fucking whore aren't you, you even look like a whore, letting a fat old man fuck your cunt and mouth, you want more slut." The dirtier the words the closer she was getting to another orgasm. She was grinding her pelvis up to meet my every thrust and had both hands round my arse trying to pull me in deeper. "Fuck me like he did," she suddenly said, "hard and deep, oh yesssssssss, don't stop." She threw her head back and we both came together in a shattering climax.

Once back down to earth I asked her if she really had enjoyed it, "well, it's paid the rent hasn't it," "yes but did you really enjoy two cocks at the same time?" "it was... OK," she lied.