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The Pawn

By: graceanne



Kristine was kneeling next to her simple bed, praying, when Mother Superior softly rapped on her door. "Your carriage has arrived, my child." 

Quickly Kristine finished her prayer, and rose gracefully to her feet. If He were going to answer her prayers he'd have to do it on the way to her wedding. Her father had decreed that she was to marry James O'Connor. Inwardly Kristine shuddered at the name. 

James O'Connor was an old man who'd already been married twice, each of his wives dying under suspicious circumstances. But he was rich, and money was all that Kristine's father cared about, money and position. Dejectedly Kristine climbed into her fiancée's elegant carriage, and turned her eyes to stare unseeingly out the window. Finally she dozed off, her soft cheek pillowed against the side of the carriage. 

Several hours later her eyes popped open in alarm, every muscle in her body tense with fear. Outside she could hear her coachman shouting obscenity's at someone, a gunshot, and then, in the utter silence, the door to her carriage was flung open, a large man, with red hair and piercing blue eyes standing in the doorway. 

"Well, well, lookie what we 'ave 'ere." he boomed. "And the coachman said 'e was carryin' nuttin of value. My Lord is anxiously awaiting your arrival." he sneered at her, one strong hand yanking her from carriage. 

Screaming and struggling, Kristine clawed at the meaty fist that enclosed her wrist, trying desperately to escape. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the coachman sitting, another man pointing a gun at him. Making no acknowledgement of her efforts to free herself her captor tossed her up onto his horse. Effortlessly he vaulted up behind her, his large hand pressing on the small of her back, holding her down. Furious, Kristine turned her head, and sank her teeth into his meaty calf. 

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." the man swore, swinging his large fist at her face, and everything went dark. 

The next thing Kristine knew she was being laid gently on a soft surface. 

"God damn it." the man holding her said, his voice quieter, cultured. "I told you she was to remain unharmed." 

"But, Cap'n!" her captors voice whined. "She bit me! Damn near took a chunk out of me leg!" 

The other voice sighed quietly in exasperation. "There are other ways to deal with defiance, ones that don't involve beating on a woman half your size. Did it occur to you to gag her?" he asked sarcastically. Kristine felt a cool rag placed gently on her face, and she groaned softly, her hand rising to the sore spot on her head. 

"Thank God, she's waking. Leave us, I will pay you later," the voice said curtly. 

Blearily Kristine opened her eyes, gasping in alarm at the man standing beside her. He was Satan personified, with his silky black hair, and cold silver eyes. His strongly muscled arms were behind his back, and his feet were braced a shoulders width apart. He smiled coolly at the fear in her eyes. 

"Welcome back to the world, my lady." he said, his lips twisted sardonically. "It was not very intelligent of you to antagonize Smitty. You are lucky to be alive." 

"Who are you?" Kristine croaked, a tremulous hand grasping the silver cross around her throat. 

"I am Lord Eric Daniels." 

Kristine gasped in surprise, everyone knew of the Earl of Summerset, and she couldn't imagine what he'd want with her. He was well known for his prowess with women, he certainly didn't need to force himself on her. "What do you want with me?" she stuttered. 

"Revenge." he said uncompromisingly. "You will help me achieve revenge against my father's killer, the bastard James O'Connor." 

Looking into his eyes, the strength of his resolve seared its way into Kristine's soul; she knew nothing she said would dissuade him. 

"May I have a glass of water?" she whispered. 

Eric turned to the wall to pour some water in a slim glass, and Kristine quickly took advantage of his distraction. She surged to her feet, and ran for the door, spurred on by his quiet oath. Flinging open the door, she flew out, running into what felt like a wall. Two large hands reached out to steady her. 

"Well, well miss." A familiar voice said. "So we meet again." 

Kristine looked up into the familiar face of Smitty, and fearfully stilled her struggle, afraid of the force of Smitty's big hands. Looking over her head to someone standing behind her, Smitty smirked, and said. "I thought you might get in trouble with this sweet little piece, so I thought I'd keep guard out here." 

"Thank you." Eric said coldly. "Come, my dear," he said to Kristine, his hard hand wrapped around her arm. "Let us return to the sitting room." 

Kristine dropped her head, dejected; she'd never stood a chance. With one last wistful glance down the long hallway she allowed Eric to pull her back into the room, flinching as the door slammed behind her. 

"You will be punished for that show of defiance," he growled in her ear, his bulging arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her tiny body to his hard muscled chest. His hands come up to cup her heaving breasts, then up further to the neckline of her habit. She gasped, and struggled as with a strong pull he ripped her gown from her. 

"No, please, don't." she whimpered as with a few more yanks and pulls, he had torn all her chemise and petticoats from her, and she stood naked in his arms, her dainty hands desperately trying to cover her nudity. 

"Well, well, well." he said, his voice growing husky with desire. "What a lovely body you have, luv. I think I'm going to enjoy having you at my mercy." Scared, Kristine burst from his arms, racing to put the desk between them. 

"No!" she said vehemently, confused at his laugh. "I will not allow you to dishonor me!" 

Eric vaulted over the desk, his eyes bright with the joy of pursuit. Screeching in surprise Kristine turned to run, stopping short as he grabbed her tiny wrist. 

"I see I am going to have to restrain you, hellcat," he said, his eyes glinting evilly. 

Firmly he pulled her arms behind her and tied a leather strap around her wrists. Kristine blushed at the obscene position this put her in, her full breasts thrust proudly from her body. 

Muscles rippling, he lifted her in his arms, his eyes touching possessively on her slim body. Carrying her to the couch, he sat down and pulled her over his knee, her round bottom thrusting up, vulnerable to his attack. 

"No, no! You can't . . ." Kristine said frantically, trying to struggle away from his strong hold. Resoundingly his hand connected with the soft skin of her ass. 

CRACK. 

Kristine cried out in shock, and increased her struggled, desperately trying to get away, but his strong hand held her there. 

CRACK 

His hand hit her bottom again, and Kristine struggled harder, tears welling up in her eyes. 

CRACK 

With a sob of despair, Kristine ceased struggling, knowing that he was the stronger, and she wouldn't escape till he was good and ready to let her go. 

CRACK 

CRACK 

Finally he stopped, his hand rubbing her bottom, soothing away the hurt. Embarrassed, sore, and beaten, Kristine hung unresistingly over his lap, her legs relaxing to allow a small glimpse of her virgin pussy. Eric's hand slid down the crack of her ass, insinuating itself between her legs, a finger sliding between the lips of her sex. Shocked, Kristine strained against his bold touch, trying to close her legs against him. 

"No." she whimpered. 

Warningly Eric smacked her still sore ass, and with a sob of fear, Kristine laid still, her body unresisting. Gently he touched her soft flesh, and something began to stir deep in Kristine's belly. Brokenly, Kristine groaned, her hips pushing back onto his finger. She could feel, rather than see his triumphant grin, and her face burned as her traitorous body squirmed insistently, seeking relief from his teasing fingers. 

"Do you like my finger in your pussy?" he asked. 

Kristine blushed spread down her neck to the fine bones of her shoulders. What kind of person would enjoy this? Surely it was sinful. 

"No!" she denied unconvincingly. 

"Come, admit it." he coaxed, "And I'll give you relief." 

Eric slid a finger deep in her slick channel, his finger pushing aside her tight muscles, bumping against her maidenhead. Smoothly he slid his finger in and out adding to the delicious tension in her. 

"Do you want this, little one?" 

"Yes." she forced past her vocal cords, her body desperate for relief from this unending teasing. 

"Say it." Eric commanded, his other finger languidly stroking the source of her pleasure. "Say you want my finger deep in your pussy." 

"I . . ." she choked out. "I want your finger in my pussy." A single tear ran down her face at her submission to his wicked touch. 

"Good girl." Eric said, his finger beginning to pump gently in and out of her wet pussy, his thumb pressing her clit. 

With a shriek of release, Kristine fell off the edge of the world, her body convulsing on his finger. 

To be continued...

The Pawn



Proof

It's my wedding day and I'm sitting in the bathroom naked and bleeding. I was just forced to humiliate myself. My parents and new in -- laws watched as my "husband" forcefully deflowered me. The verification that I was actually a virgin needed observers.

Here I'm in the "bridal suite" blood dripping down my legs. My husband, Jon, just rammed his huge thick dick into me. I think I fainted from the pain. My sister is here trying to help me get cleaned up. Funny, she's been married for six months and she's three months pregnant.

"I wanted to warn you, but Daddy won't let me get close to you," Angela whispered. We are nine months apart, my sister and I. We've always been like twins.

I was listening to Angela. "Daddy made me marry, like you. We are nothing more to him but negotiation pawns for his business deals. He promised we were virgins. That meant proving it in front of witnesses with men we don't even know. You were away at school Becka, I never got to tell you everything."

Angela was crying and holding her pregnant belly. What a sight we made when my mother walked into the bathroom. My mother -- she was six months pregnant. Seems my mother was always pregnant. She wasn't 40 yet. How many more children would my father make her have?

My six siblings include my brother James 20 years old, Angela 19 years old, me -- I'm 18. I guess my father took pity on my mother because there is three years between Andy and I, he's 15 years old, Charles is 12, and lastly Michael 8 years old. My mother was just 18 when she gave birth to my brother.

My mother ran a warm tub of water for me. The warm water helped my sore pussy. As I soaked, my sister and mother continued to be teary. 

My mother hugged my sister and told her how sorry she was my father separated her from her girls when we needed her the most. Daddy wanted to safeguard the virginity of his girls. The sooner he married us off the better he felt. The fact he could get a good business deal out of the whole nasty event was a plus.

I stepped out of the tub, and dressed in a second gown for the wedding reception. My mother said after today, it would be sometime before the three of us would be together again. She gave me a small vial with instructions to put three drops on my tongue before having sex tonight. There was enough for three days she said. She also gave me a tube of ointment that helped to lubricant and for pain.

After the make-up/hairdresser freshened me up, the three of us exited the bathroom/dressing room area. My husband Jon was waiting in the salon along with my father and my sister's husband, Carlos. The men were toasting and laughing with champagne. Trading stories on how they fucked and impregnated their wives. I heard my father say, "keep her naked and locked up for at least a week. Just fuck her brains out. As you can see the women of the family are fertile."

I wanted to hide in the bathroom. Just lock myself in. My mother put her hand on my back and kept me moving forward. She whispered in my ear to follow everything she did. I watched as she walked over to my father and kissed him on the cheek. She took his hand and stood at his side. I did the exact same thing with my husband who I knew a mere two weeks. Jon responded with a smile. We exited the suite for the elevator, and the reception.

The Wedding Reception

As the cocktail hour was winding down, we the family lined up for the reception line. I didn't care about any of the guests. They were my father and father -- in -- law's business associates. I couldn't eat, almost having a panic attack. My mind imagined the pain and agony that awaited me at the pleasure of my husband.

As we sat looking over the guests, Jon took my hand and placed it on the growing bulge between his legs. He held my wrist so tight it hurt, so I couldn't move my hand. He leaned over and told me to smile like everything was fine. Was this my life? I looked up and met my sister's eyes. She nodded knowingly.

The Wedding Night

About 20 minutes later, Jon led me out of the reception. We made our way to the suite, and I knew my life was over. As we entered the suite I made my way to the bathroom. Jon ordered me to leave the door opened probable figured I'd lock the door. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. As Jon was distracted I put three drops on my tongue from my vial. I undressed and put on the nightgown left for me. I quickly put the ointment on my sore pussy, inserting a coated finger into my vagina. 

Jon was sitting up in bed when I entered the bedroom. I could tell he was he nude. He patted the bed and I got under the covers. 

"Honeymoon time he said lustfully." 

He ripped off my panties, and told me never to wear them in bed again. Jon got on top of me. He spread my legs until he laid comfortably between them. He gave me my first kiss, my first tongue kiss. The drug worked wonders. I relaxed as Jon played with my vaginal lips. He pulled down the top of the gown. He kissed my neck and then sucked my breasts going from one to the other. He continued to spread my labia. He put one finger in my vagina, then two as his thumb rubbed my clitoris.

"Relax love," Jon murmured as he tore my nightgown in half. I was beginning to feel warm from what I know now was the aphasic drops.

Jon claimed my mouth with his, his tongue ruthlessly exploring my mouth. Heat exploded in my belly, I moaned into his mouth helplessly. He found my G spot. The juices in my vagina flow as I had my first orgasm. I was wet all over his fingers. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, and released my breast from his hungry mouth.

"Don't worry sweet; we will fit together like two puzzle pieces."

Jon's penis was thick and long. After I had the orgasm, he wanted his released. Jon entered me in one deep thrust, pass my torn hymen. He didn't stop until he reached my cervix. He stopped long enough for me to scream with pain. Even the ointment did not help the attack. He pulled out slightly and pushed my knees to my chest. Jon pinned me to the bed, raising my pelvic for deep penetration. I found it easier to keep my arms on the bed for balance. Jon was hitting my G-spot from the very beginning. He use his hands on my clitoris at the same time. I had another orgasm. 

Jon came in a gush, sending his sperm into my cervix and uterus. He kept coming and coming, until I felt too full to hold anymore. He kept me in that position for what seemed like hours.

"I've been saving my seed for you for months. You're in for fertile cycle. You should be carrying my baby soon. You don't know how I've watched you, waiting just for this moment. I forced myself to give up sex for all these months. You are going to take all my seed, and not a drop will be wasted," he hissed in my ear.

Jon is 25 years old, 6' 6" and 5% body fat. He is very experienced sexually with all intentions of teaching me what he liked while getting me pregnant. My mother and GYN doctor (a family friend) were very helpful in plotting my cycle for Jon. I had no idea the conspiracy against me.

Day 1

Jon woke me by flipping me over so he was lying on his back. I straddle him facing his feet. Sitting up straight with my hands on his hips, grinding into him slowly for a few minutes, building up intense sensations. Once he got me at the ideal angle, he told me to speed up, letting loose as I vary the depth of penetration. He lean me back, steadying myself until my back presses against his chest. Jon caressed my breasts, stomach, and clitoris. I orgasm and Jon held his penis deep inside me as he spilled more sperm into my cervix.

Jon didn't stop. He had me lie on my side with him behind me. I lifted my top leg, half-kneeling position, Jon entered me from behind. His penis soon was hard again as he pushed deep inside me.

Jon got to the G-spot-rubbing penetration again. He caressed my curves and stimulate my clitoris. Jon made me climax again! He is very good at what he does. I didn't want to, but I enjoyed it. The penetration didn't hurt as much when Jon didn't push deep. I was tired and sore. I'd hope Jon would give me a break as I fell asleep -- again.

I woke to meet bright sunshine. Jon was up already and ordering breakfast. I got up and took a shower by that time breakfast arrived. Jon told me we were driving to West Virginia after breakfast. He told me I didn't have time to say good-bye to my family before we left. I didn't understand since I thought they had a suite in the same hotel.

The Trip

We were off to some place I knew nothing about. Jon's present job was information management. His father's company had a client in West Virginia. Jon was going to oversee the operation. I'm thinking a month or so, then I can get back to my pre-med studies.

We drove from New York and spent the night in Virginia. We stopped in a quaint restaurant for late lunch before driving to Jon's family vacation home -- just one of many I learned. It was a beautiful house estate. Not many other houses close-by. When Jon opened the door, I wandered around the first floor. I found the very large kitchen with a buffet spread. The housekeeper left a note and said she'd be back early next morning to make breakfast. She said whatever we needed was either out on the counter or in the refrigerator. I nibbled on the antipasto when Jon found me.

He wasted no time leading me to the second floor bedrooms. Jon sat at the foot of the bed. It was the first time I focused enough to realize Jon had on a robe. He commanded me to take my clothes off. 

I stood in front of him in my bra and a panties, my other clothes a pile between us on the floor. I wanted to beg him to let me stop, but I knew it'd be useless. My hand went to my bra, unclipping it. I stared at Jon in the eyes as I added my bra and panties to the pile. I stood up straight, naked and unhidden.

I refused to cover myself, to let Jon know I was utterly humiliated. It took a lot of will power to keep my arms at my side. I kept my eyes glued to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye again. Yes we were married, but I didn't know him. I'd never undressed for a man.

"Get in bed." That was all Jon said. 

The way he looked at me... I pulled the covers up to my chin. Jon walked over and pulled them down to the bottom of the bed. Jon handed me a glass of brandy. I wanted to get drunk and pass out. I gulp the drink and it burned my throat. I'm not a drinker, so the alcohol went right to my head. I felt warm and started to perspire. I felt heat between my legs and very relaxed.

I didn't know until later that the drink contained an aphrodisiac drug. Great because I didn't have my vial. Jon got on top of me. He spread my legs until he laid comfortably between them. He gave me my first kiss, my first tongue kiss. The drug worked wonders. I relaxed as Jon played with my vaginal lips. He kissed my neck and then sucked my breasts going from one to the other. He continued to spread my labia. He put one finger in my vagina, then two as his thumb rubbed my clitoris.

Jon made me get on all fours with him kneeling behind me. He plunge inside you, grabbing my rear for balance. A little firm, well-placed stroking of my G-spot opened up a whole new orgasmic world. Jon is very good. He thrust far enough inside me so that his testicles hit your body. After my second orgasm, Jon shot his hot seed so deep inside, I swear I felt it hit my eggs. No semen dripped out as he held me in place for several minutes. He pulled out of me and I fell asleep. 

Day Turns Into Night

Jon woke me and it was dark. He walked into the bathroom and its huge walk -- in shower. We took turns sponging each other off. Using a loofah amp up anticipation. It was so much hotter when we finally reach skin on skin contact. Jon produced a vibrator. He used it on me. He told me to keep busy sudsing up. I'd seen vibrators before. When I was at school we used to spy on the nuns using vibrators on themselves, sometimes on each other. I didn't realize the pleasure. 

I was boosted into a false sense of security. I began to think Jon and marriage wasn't too bad.

Jon slowly toweled me off, and applied lotion all over my body. He gave me one of his tees to wear down to the kitchen. That's when I realized my suitcase was not in the house. Jon distracted me and we went down to the kitchen.

After we snacked on the buffet and wine, Jon sat down in a kitchen chair. He told me to sit on his lap facing him, straddle him with my feet barely touching the floor. He took off the tee as I slowly lowered myself onto his erection. I was afraid he would go deep again. I start by letting just the tip of his penis enter me, then lower myself inch by inch until I allowed him full entry by bearing all the way down on his thighs. He naturally lend himself to languid kissing, hugging, and caressing. I tried to stay in sync with him as he played with my clit. The final reward was explosive - the simultaneous orgasm! 

Jon led me submissively back to the bedroom where we fell asleep. 

Day 2

The morning came too soon as I woke with Jon coming from the shower. We kissed good morning, and I went off to shower. I realized I had no clothes and was about to ask Jon to get my suitcase. I looked for the clothes I wore yesterday and they were gone. Jon said the housekeeper took them when she brought up breakfast. I wanted a cup of coffee, and that ended the conversation.

After breakfast Jon said it was time to hit the road. "Jon I have no clothes!" He threw me a tee exchanging my towel, saying, "That's all you need." 

My mouth opened but no sound came forth. Jon left the room and told me to hurry up. OMG! I let my guard down. I started to trust him.

I ran downstairs, barefooted with only a tee. "Get in the car!" I obediently got in the car. With my head turned to the window, I cried silently.

Home Sweet Home

We drove in silence only broken by the radio. We rode for about two hours when I saw the West Virginia sign. It was hilly and desolate. We left the interstate and I saw more and more farmland. 

After another 1 ½ hour ride, Jon pulled into a gated subdivision. We drove for another ½ hour before pulling through another electric gate. The two story house was on acres of land. It would take hours may be days, to walk to the nearest house.

Jon jumped out and opened my door. I padded up the steps of the porch in front of him. He took the opportunity to play with my pussy. He stuck his fingers in my mouth to lick off my juices before unlocking the door.

Stepping inside Jon turned off the alarm. He guided me up the stairs after locking the door with a key which he put in his pocket. 

"I'm locked in with no clothes. Jon took his suitcase out of car, but not mine." Thoughts running through my head.

We passed several rooms including a nursery. A bright sunny room. Jon said you can look at that later. He pushed me towards the master bedroom.

"I need a shower," he said putting his bag down. "Hurry up!"

I followed him. He stepped into the shower pulling me with him. Once the tee was soaked, letting he slowly strip it off. Then he played with my breasts, with his fingers and his lips. The warmth of the water plus the warmth of his touch was amazing. 

He took the lube from the shower shelf and put some on his fingers. He skillfully inserted two fingers into my waiting pussy. He got my clit erect than took the adjustable shower-head, spraying it on my clitoris and other erogenous zones.

He took me doggie style as I held on to the rail and walls of the shower for plenty of leverage to lean on. His thrusting was like a crazed animal. There's something primal about being fucked from behind that brings out the animal. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was without sex for years.

Jon came inside me, then he finished washing. I toweled him dry before myself. We lay together in bed exhausted.

Jon woke me with his full erection. He's crazy-aroused. I lying on the bed face up with a couple of pillows propping my butt. My legs splayed wide, and my arms high over your head holding the headboard. Jon had me wide open. Jon entered me at a higher angle. He moved inside me with slow, relaxed figure-eight motions, so that I felt his whole package—his 9 inch penis plus pubic region. 

I came again and again until I thought I'd pass out. I didn't know Jon had so much semen. Once again he filled my cervix and uterus with his seed. I knew like my mother and sister, I'd too would be pregnant.

Week One

For the rest of week Jon kept me locked up and naked. He never got my clothes from the car. He let me wear a tee to cook. After eating we had sex, and I was nude once again. Our one week wedding anniversary, Jon allowed me to sit outside on the porch. I looked in all directions, and saw nothing but rolling hills and fields. I didn't understand why Jon kept me locked in the house. There was nowhere to go and no one to see.

I tried to be submissive and please Jon in every way. He is 6 feet 6 inches all muscle. I was a foot shorter. He could over power me at any time. He had another week with me before he went back to work. I'd be alone except for the days he worked from his home office. I needed him to give some moving around freedom -- and clothes. May be he'd take me to town. I could only hope. We had two refrigerators and two freezers plus the small fridge in the upstairs seating room. There is a walk in pantry, wine cellar and a root cellar. Jon needed a reason to take me out.

I asked Jon for a puppy/dog to keep me company when he was away. He said he'd take me on long trips, not wanting to leave his pregnant wife alone. I asked if I could have a garden, and he agreed. I had to pay the price -- ever ready for sex, pregnancy and anything else he had in mind. Every day there was a new sexual position. Hell sometimes, twice a day. I really wanted to talk with my mother.

The Sex Education

My education is under the direction of my husband. I am never too tired, too busy or too sleepy for sex with him. I drop whatever I'm doing for his pleasure.

Jon has morning erections. So far he's had me lie on your back in bed and raise your arms overhead against the headboard. He entered me, he told me to bring my legs together as close as possible. With my thighs pressed tightly, his penis will rub against my inner thighs and labia each time he thrusts. I can climax twice before he come.

His favorite is both of us lying on our sides, facing each other. He's deep inside me. While thrusting, we hold on to each other for friction. The grinding motion stimulates my clitoris until it's erect. After he comes, he rolls me over on my back while he's still giving me semen, so I can hold every drop inside. My vagina goes into spasms, massaging his penis back into a hard on. He fucks me again and again.

Jon let me start the garden. I was bending over clearing weeds. Jon came up behind me and kept me bent. I had to steady myself with my hands on the ground. Since I'm not allowed panties, Jon had no barriers. Pulling the tee off, he fucked me naked in the garden from behind. He came once and took me upstairs. Jon bent me over the side of the bed, legs spread. As Jon penetrates me from behind, he lifts my legs from just above the knees, holds them apart, and thrusts, and thrusts until I climaxed then he came again.

I thought the missionary position was the only way to fuck. Jon taught me so much every day. I'm sore but I'm getting use to his big dick and sex every minute.

Once again I am awaken. Jon wants a shower but not alone. He hiss in my ear as he pushes me toward the bathroom. 

"Your father was right. You are a good -- no a great fuck. Your tight pussy really excites me. Keeping you naked was an awesome tip. I'll have to send my father -- in -- law an expensive bottle of scotch. I'll let my father know he made a great deal. Did you know Carlos kept your sister naked for a month on their "honeymoon?" He fucked her brains out."




The Pawn Ch. 02



Drowsily Kristine opened her crystal blue eyes, a wrinkle of confusion between her gently arched eyebrows. Her shoulders ached, and when she tried to move them, she suddenly remembered that she was tied to the bed. Alarmed she turned her head, her eyes locking with Lord Eric's. Eric was sitting on a chair next to the bed, his cold gray eyes observing her panicked struggles.

"Good morning, luv." he said, a finger stroking her soft cheek, before moving down her neck to her chest, lazily brushing the tops of her heaving breasts. 

Looking down, Kristine realized that under the fine linen sheet she was naked, the dark brown of her nipples peaking out. She turned her head from him and blushed, embarrassed. The night before he had left her maidenhead intact, but barely. While she had been busy recovering from that delicious sensation, he'd swept her up in her arms and brought her to this room. Ignoring her protests he laid her on the soft feather mattress, wrapping silk scarves around her wrists and tying her to a steel hook embedded in the sturdy bed frame. With one last smoldering look at her soft body, he'd pulled the sheet up and left. Confused and frightened, Kristine had cried herself to sleep. 

Now his knowledgeable fingers were slowly pulling the sheet from her, his eyes on her breast as they were revealed in all their glory. Fearfully, Kristine cringed away from the heat in his eyes, the strength in his jaw. She knew that no amount of pleading or crying would stop this man, her captor. Kristine closed her eyes and turned her face from him, her face burning bright as she remembered the way he'd made her beg the night before. Kristine sent up a fervent prayer that he wouldn't do that to her again. 

"Look at me." he said, his voice deep, his fingers tips lightly tracing a pattern around her pouty nipples. 

Unable to resist the command in his voice, Kristine returned her face to his, her eyes instantly getting caught in his hypnotic silver eyes. She whimpered, unable to escape the power of his gaze. Eric smiled, a slow twist of the lips, and then bent his head to her breast, gently sucking her hard nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Liquid fire shot up from the spot that his wet mouth was suckling, and Kristine let out a groan, and then a cry as his teeth found the sensitive tip. She could feel her traitorous pussy grow moist, and a single tear slipped down her cheek at the betrayal of her body. Eric's other hand came out to firmly pluck her other nipple, increasing the heat of her body. 

"Please, please, don't do this to me again." Kristine begged, her hips moving restlessly. 

"Why?" Eric asked, briefly pulling his mouth from the intoxicating play at her breast. "You like it, and so do I, there's nothing wrong in sharing pleasure." 

"'Tis a sin." Kristine cried, her back arched, pushing her full breasts further into his mouth. "I'm to be married." 

Eric pulled his head back, his eyes dangerously smoldering. Belatedly Kristine recalled what he'd said the night before, and knew her mistake. 

"Precisely." he said, his teeth gleaming briefly against his skin. 

Quickly Eric pulled off his clothing, tossing it to the end of them bed, his male member hard against his stomach. "You will be mine, and he will always know that I took what could have been his. He will come out from behind those walls he hides behind, and then I will kill him." Eric's eyes gleamed with cold triumph; his hand sliding down her body to where she'd tightly closed her thighs. "Open up." he commanded, his face stern. 

Defiantly Kristine kept her thighs pressed tightly together. She would not allow him to use her like this. She jumped at the sharp smack on her leg. 

"Do you need another spanking, my dear?" he asked, locking his eyes on hers. 

Inwardly Kristine quailed under the will emanating from him. Slowly she spread her trembling thighs. 

"More." he commanded, watching as her pretty pussy was bared to his gaze. "So pretty." he groaned, a finger sliding through the moist pink interior. "So wet." 

Kristine closed her eyes, slow tears falling down her face at her cowardice. 

His finger caressed her gently, the feeling still foreign in her virgin pussy. She let out a small sob as she felt her body begin to respond, moisture bathing his hand, and her mind clouded over until relief was all she could think of. She could feel her body twisting, her hips moving urgently on his finger, striving toward the peak she was coming to need. 

"No!" she whimpered as suddenly he pulled his wonderful finger from her clinging pussy, her eyes flying to where he was kneeling between her widespread legs, his mouth sucking the juices from his hand. While she had distracted by the tumulus passion he'd aroused in her moved between her legs. Suddenly afraid, Kristine tried to bring her legs back together clenching her inner muscles in fear of the inevitable invasion. 

"Don't be afraid." Eric said softly, pressing an amorous kiss to her mouth, his large hands cupping her face possessively. "You were made for this, for me and my cock." 

Kristine relaxed under the soft words and kisses, her eyes locked with his. 

"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around him, pulling him down to her. 

She knew that reality would soon return, but for now she desperate to pretend that he was deeply in love with her, that he wanted her as more than a pawn for his revenge. 

Eric made no comment, knowing that pain was inevitable. Carefully he found the entrance to her body with the smooth tip of his cock, pushing in slowly, the hard steel of his body pushing aside the tight muscles of her pussy. 

"Oh, god." Eric groaned. "So good, so tight." 

Kristine stiffened as she felt him bump into something, pain radiating from there as he kept pushing. 

"No, stop! You're too big." she whimpered, her hands trying to push him away. 

The muscles in his shoulders bunching, Eric broke Kristine's hymen with one brutal thrust, her scream echoing in his ears as he slid all the way into her. Gritting his teeth against the urge to move he held himself there, waiting for her tight muscles to relax around him. 

"No more pain." he whispered as her muscles relaxed around his cock, kissing away her tears. "I promise." 

Kristine tilted her head to his, craving the feel of his mouth on hers. She wasn't disappointed as his firm lips slid over hers, his tongue sliding sensually in mouth. Slowly he began to move in her, and the pleasurable feelings began again. Soon she was gasping for air, her sharp nails digging into his shoulders, her breast pushing against his chest as she desperately strove for release. 

"Come for me, kitten." Eric whispered in her ear, just as she went flying, soaring like an eagle. He could feel her tight muscles shivering around him, massaging his cock till he exploded inside her with a shout of release. 

"Mine." he said possessively, his voice hard, before he collapsed on her, drained from their orgasm.



The Pawn Ch. 02



Five Days after the Shower

It's been five days since the shower anal/vagina sex. Jon has been very attentive, which surprised me. I've been nauseous for the last few days, probably a stomach virus. Jon has even let me sleep – in.

I have noticed that when Jon does touch me, my body's sensitivity changed, my arousal level rises. Jon was never at a loss for sexual experiments. He's been great at rubbing my back, stomach, vagina – and my breasts.

Jon gave me erotic massages between my legs increasing sexual arousal. He set up simple codes I can use: "up" or "down" for where to move his hand, for example. "How's this feel, 1 to 10?" then vary the pressure.

Jon's been treating me with tenderness. Lately, my mind wanders during sex, often into fantasy with his help. He encouraged my fantasy as a way for me to disconnect my mind, deactivate my fear center. He encourages a release by creating an erotic fantasy before things heat up. He whispers stimulating sentences to me, building a story in which I get lost. I so wish Jon had started off our honeymoon this way.

Since my stomach's been upset, I've been the one on top. It's been more fun and better for me. Yes, I'm having fun. Being on top allows me to take the lead of all sorts of positions—facing him, facing away, even sitting cross-legged on him. 

Being on top has its advantages. Jon gets to finger my clitoris, vagina, and urethra. He is great at stimulating any one of them, upping my arousal. He uses this soft, circular motions with your finger in the area between my clitoris and vagina, near the entrance to my urethra. The spot is so sensitive, so stimulation there creates a certain kind of arousal—that sends me into a soft, melting form of climax.

One Month

All this is leading up to our one month of marriage tomorrow. Jon said he has a surprise – could it be clothes. Hard to know what to expect since he's made a 360 degree character change. I've had a heavier flow of vaginal secretions. Jon called me juicy. Now all he has to do is touch my always erect nipples and I start flowing. I end up feeling a mite turned on all the time.

Jon carried in two suitcases from the car. One I recognized as mine, but not the other. Jon said they were both mine. My mother sent the other. I had not seen my clothes in so long. Some I got for the honeymoon, not knowing I'd be naked for 30 days. OH, they are a bit tight! I think all that sucking Jon did made my breasts grow – they're so sore.

I in fact found a cute dress in the things Mama sent. The underwear is a better fitting too. I actually went up a cup size. I hope my stomach won't be upset tomorrow. I ate nearly all the crackers in the house. Jon been decent about my being sick. He's had food delivery and even grilled when I had a craving for hamburgers.

I don't know where the time went. I unpacked both suitcases, and decided on an outfit that would go day to night. Jon actually made a huge corned beef sandwich for himself. I just wanted the organic walnut butter right from the jar.

After eating we went to the family room and cuddled on the couch to watch TV. Jon curled up behind me and soon entered me from behind. I was sooooo wet. I stretched my leg back over his which allowed him to get deeper inside me. When he reached around the front, his hands are able to pleasure my clit and massage your breasts too. My nipples are so hard. Jon massaged my breasts that made them feel so much better. Jon brought me to the edge thrusting so deep, then slowed. He did that three times until I climaxed. I was wet, my own juices were running down my legs, but Jon didn't come yet.

We forgot about TV and went up to shower. We soaped each other. Jon pushed two fingers into my pussy while I massaged his dick and his balls. He played with my clit and then went for the G-spot.

My hands were soapy. Jon taught me what to do with his penis. Slowly and lightly move your hand up and down his joystick to rev him up. Using my fingertips, I tap up and down along the underneath side of his dick, like I was playing the piano. I didn't know he could get harder.

Next he told me to gently squeeze the base and middle of his penis in a pulsing motion, and then lightly pinch the skin on the underside of his penis. I massaged his erection hand over hand – top to the penis head. I turned my hand upside down, so my thumb is towards the base of his penis instead of the tip and stroke up and down. I turned my hands around the other way and continued to knead. Every time I reached the top of his penis, swipe my thumb to one side of the head and then the other.

I rubbed the Jon's penis with my hands, thighs and labia. God his penis is so big, my hand won't fit around it. Jon turned me around, and standing facing the wall of the shower with my palms spread and your legs spread. Jon grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto his erect dick. I was forced to use my elbows to lean against the wall. This fuck was really good. My vagina seemed to swell with every thrust of his penis. Jon waited for me so we came together. 

I seemed to want to get fucked more this week than at any other time. Sex is good. Available sex 24/7 is awesome. Sex with a huge, 9 inch dick – priceless!

I soon fell asleep. 

Anniversary Morning

As usual Jon had his early morning fuck. This time was different. Jon very gently, with just the slight amount of pressure excites the clitoris with the penis at the two-o'clock or ten-o'clock position. Clitoral shaft steady with his thumb laid gently along and beside it, with the other thumb lying lengthwise just within the vagina but not moving deep within it. Jon continues a light pressure using the same speed throughout until I peaked close to orgasm but not quite. Jon slowed down the speed even further, but continued again and he got me back near orgasm, a second and third orgasm.

I sat on top of Jon and wrapped my legs around him. He crossed his legs so he could fondle both my breasts and butt. As the fuck got good, I grabbed his butt with great pleasure. We climaxed together.

The Limo Ride

After a quick nap after sex, we rose and dressed for the anniversary day. I went downstairs and met Mrs. M and Q. Mrs. M reminded me of an English nanny including accent. She made me a welcome cup of tea, and cinnamon biscuits. Mrs. M is the housekeeper, and Q will tend the garden and the rest of the grounds. It sounded like we were going to be gone more than a day.

The company limo arrived with dark tinted windows and stocked bar. Before we got in Jon gave the driver two towels to spread on the back seat. We finally settled in for the surprised trip.

"Today you go from being a bride to being a wife. The "honeymoon" was our holiday taken to celebrate our marriage in intimacy and seclusion. I know you didn't know me before the marriage, but I still have so much to show you and teach you," Jon said. He continued, "I have a sex bucket list for both of us."

Jon led me to the limo. I was ready to leave this place. I sat on the back seat and Jon sat on the seat directly in front of me. Once we drove off, he had the driver raise the privacy partition. The passenger compartment was now soundproof with one way glass.

Jon wasted no time taking off my panties which he sniffed and put in his pocket. He started fingering me, massaging pussy lips. He massaged my clitoris using up-and-down, side-to-side, and circular motions until I reached orgasm. Now I know the reason for the towels. I was so wet. Jon spent lots of time in foreplay.

He leaned forward as I rested my feet on either side of him. Those left me wide open for Jon to finger my vagina finding the G-Spot. Jon used the middle finger and ring finger to stimulate and bring me to climax. 

Jon pulled his pants down over his erect penis. It looked bigger than ever. I straddled him with my feet on the floor, slowly lowering myself onto his erection. Inch by inch I started by letting just the tip of his penis enter me. I lowered myself until there was full entry. Jon guided me by holding both butt cheeks. I enjoyed lots of kissing as Jon sucked at my mouth and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rode him until we both climaxed.

Jon lifted me off his still erect dick. I sat back in the seat. There were clean warm cloths in a cabinet in the car. Jon cleaned himself. He took a fresh cloth and cleaned me. He took the dirty towels including the one on the back seat, and put them in a hamper cabinet. We arranged our clothes and he came to sit next to me. We held hands for the remainder of the trip. Jon kissed my tears away when I started crying for no reason.

Having sex in the back of a moving car allowed me to let go of some hang-ups and embrace my erotic self. Jon helped me talk about how I feel. I became more and more aroused and I was so wet. So the more aroused the easier it was for my husband to enter me.

My husband – that was the first time I thought of Jon in those terms. Could we be bonding during these initial days of marriage? I was more comfortable with our physical relationship and sex in the last few days. 

Arrival

We pulled up at Jon's parents' house in Virginia. This was not quite where I thought we end up for an anniversary. I entered the house to familiar voices. In the family room were my in – laws and my parents. I brushed pass them with a quick hello until I reached my mother. Mama's pregnant belly was huge since last I saw her. I was so happy to see her of course I cried.

Part of the surprise was having lunch with my mother and mother –in –law. The men went off to talk business. I was happy we used another chauffeur car to take us to lunch. The mothers quizzed me about the honeymoon. They actually gave me tips to excite husbands.

"When he leans to kiss you, hold the back of his head gently in your hand. It's tender yet sexy." 

"Wet your lips and moan like you can't wait to taste him."

"Splash your tee shirt with water while washing dishes. As soon as he sees your nipples through the fabric, he'd have to touch them." 

"If we're somewhere semi-public and can't go at each other, press your hips against him and massage him with your pelvis."

"Call my personal shopper. Your guys will always want to go shopping with you if you let him into the dressing room as you try on clothes—especially lingerie. She'll set it up for you."

I was so embarrassed hearing this talk from my mother. "Don't be silly Becky. Why do you think I'm always pregnant?! You're a wife now. There is no way you'll ever get a divorce. So you better keep him happy, so that he keeps you happy."

"We have an appointment before heading back to the house." With that we finished lunch and headed out.

Doctor's Office

We arrived at an OB-GYN office. "Are you OK, Mama?" 

"The appointment is for you Becky. Jon told me about the changes in you – crying, vomiting, sore breasts, and missed period. It sounds like you're pregnant. Your husband knows you better than you think." My mother shocked me.

Yes my period was late. Is this the reason for the change in Jon? So attentive and calling me his wife now, not the bride. It all made sense.

I forgot I had no panties until I got to the exam room and undressed. I was happy the doctor was female. I forced to put my legs up in the air and spread them wide. Then she put lubricate gloved fingers into my already heighten vagina. My mind turned to the ride up to Virginia. OMG! Is she going to know I had sex? She said nothing when she examined her withdrawn fingers.

Next she squeezed my already sore breasts. Liquid came out of my nipples. Confirmed I was about four weeks pregnant. It was all mind blowing to me.

The Anniversary Night

We arrived back at the house to see Jon waiting. While the mothers went into the house, Jon guided me to one of the guest houses. The walkway was lined with rose petals. Jon picked me up and carried me inside. Jon walked through the family room into the bedroom. There were lit candles and a heart on the bed made of rose petals.

I lean back on the bed and used my fingers to spread myself wide, inviting Jon to explore my body. With no panties, it was easy for me to guide Jon's fingers between my legs and let him feel my wetness. I moaned Jon's name as he pleasured me.

Jon pulled me off the bed and tore my clothes off. He quickly undressed and took me into the bathroom. He sat me on the sink and began shaving my pubic hair. I was so sensitive to the vibrations from the electric razor. I was so turned on. Jon did a landing strip. He removed all the hair on the fringes of my labia, leaving a thin rectangle along the slit. He thought that looked so hot. He wiped the area with a warm cloth. His penis was pulsing. I gave the tip of his penis special attention by twisting your hand back and forth over the tip, like I was trying to unscrew a bottle cap.

We headed to the personal pool. I was concern someone would see us. Jon got comfortable in the water. I grabbed his penis and pushed up between his scrotum and his anus, I pushed the spot like a button. I had no idea it's a very powerful hot zone. 

Jon was so ready. I climbed onto a well-inflated raft in shallow water on my back with your butt and legs dangling over the edge. Jon grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him and entered me. He then pull incredibly close for the deepest possible penetration. The speed makes me moan. Sex in the water was so kinky for me. Being naked in the pool where someone could see us - It was Jon fantasy. I moaned, he moaned and we came together.

Jon hugged me and we kissed. "We're pregnant. Happy Anniversary!" 

Jon kissed me deeply. Jon pulled back. He gazed deeply into my eyes. He smiled. I closed my eyes. He lightly brushed his lips over mine.

"I know," was all he said.

Jon supported me as I got out the pool. He helped me into a thick terry cloth robe before putting on his. A table of romantic foods was waiting for us – honey, almonds, guacamole (my craving), chocolate covered strawberries, oysters, whipped cream. There was ice cream in the cooler, and steak and lobster dinners in the warmer.

Jon poured a glass of sprinkling grape juice for me and champagne for him. We toasted to our baby and our anniversary. We climbed on the chaise lounge and watched the sunset.

After eating, Jon put me on the bed on top of the rose petals. He told me exactly what he wanted.

"Let me go deep. Plant your feet on the bed and using the muscle to thrust toward me each time I push into you."

Jon fucked and fucked. "Right before I climax, spread your legs really wide, it allows me to dive very deeply as I explode with pleasure." And so Jon filled me with his seed and I had two orgasms. It must have been all the oysters.

"The thing I love about the spoon position is that it lets me feel so much of your body at one time. That closeness is electrifying." Jon said while kissing the back of my neck.

That's how we fell asleep....



The Pawn Ch. 03



A few hours later Eric nudged Kristine’s shoulder. 

“Wake up, baby.” he whispered. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Blinking sleepily, Kristine rolled over. Eric was standing next to her, a dress held in his hands. Delighted, Kristine jumped out of bed with a squeal. 

“For me?” she asked, her hands reaching out for the beautiful silk dress. It was the same silver blue as her eyes, with intricate silver embroidery around the hem and neckline.

“For you.” Eric said indulgently. “And tonight, I’d like you to eat in the dining room with me.”

Kristine set the dress carefully on the bed, and turned around to give him an exuberant hug. 

“I would love to! Thank you, m’lord.” She turned and looked. “Where are my underclothes?”

“No underclothes.” Eric said, his eyes watchful.

Kristine turned with a gasp. “No under . . .” her eyes dropped at the look in his eyes. “Yes, sir.” she whispered. 

Clothing without underclothes was better than no clothing at all. And it wasn’t as if they were leaving the house. 

Eric smiled in approval, and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, before turning to sit on the bed. “Get dressed, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.”

Kristine blushed at dressing in front of some one else, something she’d never done before. Quickly she pulled the dress over her head, not realizing the sensual picture she made as the soft blue material slid down her body, stopping briefly at her breasts, and then at the soft curve of her hips. 

“Well, how do I look?” Kristine said self-consciously, her nipples peaking as the silk rubbed over them.

“Almost perfect.” Eric said, reaching in his pocket and pulling something else out. “Lay down on the bed, with your knees bent.”

Self-consciously Kristine slid on the bed. Taking a deep breath for courage, she laid down, and put up her legs. Eric gently pushed them aside so that he had full access to her pretty pussy. Kristine gasped as she felt him push something cold and round into her. “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“They’re called Ben Wa balls.” Eric said, sliding another into her. Eric held out his hand, and helped Kristine to her feet, and she gasped in shock as she felt the balls move in her, bumping against each other. Gingerly she moved to the edge of the bed, trying to keep them from moving, a nearly impossible feat. By the time she was standing up her breath was coming in quiet gasps, and her nipples were hard little pebbles beneath her dress. 

Eric smiled in satisfaction at the look on her face, and held out his elbow for her to take. “Shall we?”

Trying desperately to walk normally, Kristine allowed him to lead her to the dining room, each step jarring the horrible balls deep inside her. By the time they stepped into the room, Kristine’s breathing was harsh, her eyes glazed. On the table were two plates of food. Kristine turned heated eyes to Eric’s. 

“My Lord . . .” she gasped.

Almost benevolently Eric patted her bottom. “I know.” he said sympathetically, his lips curving. “But you’ll survive.”

Eric led her to her seat, and watched her try to get comfortable, before sitting down next to her. “Eat.” he ordered.

Kristine forced herself to take a bite of the wonderful food, shifting uncomfortably. She blushed at the glittering look in Eric’s eyes, as he slowly lifted his fork to his mouth. Finally unable to stand it any longer, she reached out and grabbed his hand with both of hers. “Eric, please take them out. Please?” she begged sweetly.

Eric pulled her to her feet, and exchanged a sweet kiss with her. “Go lock the doors.” he said.

Slowly and carefully Kristine walked over to the doors, locked them, and moved back to stand between Eric’s strong thighs. Impatiently she shifted from foot to foot, awaiting his next command. A strong hand on her shoulder, Eric pushed until she was kneeling at his feet. Slowly, teasingly he slid his hand under her bodice, his palm rubbing over her aching nipples. Kristine whimpered, and strained away. 

“No, m’lord.” she whispered, not sure she could bear the exquisite sensations. Eric raised a warning eyebrow, and Kristine forced herself to hold still, her still smarting ass a reminder of the folly of disobedience. Eric continued caressing her breast, gently tweaking the nipple. 

“Pull up your skirt.” he said roughly. Trembling uncertainly, Kristine slowly lifted her skirt, holding it at her waist. Eric’s breath caught in his chest at the sweet picture she made, her innocent face flushed with desire, the skirts of her dress framing her pretty pussy. Slowly he lowered a hand, and ran it through the moisture between the lips of her femininity, relishing the soft sound that issued from her mouth. She’d thrown back her head in abandonment, her eyes were closed, soft lips parted to accommodate her gasp and groans. Reaching behind her to grabb a handful of her heavy black hair, Eric pulled her mouth to his. 

Tenderly his lips closed over hers, his tongue coming out to gently stroke hers, coaxing her into a sweet response. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he gently lowered her to the floor, settling between her legs, their lips never parting. Kristine’s arms came up to wrap around his neck, holding him to her, her neck arched wantonly. Lowering his hand to his pants, Ericloosening them. He hooked his arms under Kristine’s legs, bringing them up to her shoulders, and exposing her fully. Restlessly Kristine tossed her head, needing him desperately. Eric ran a finger through her moisture and moving it down, coating the little rosebud there. Kristine whimpered, and wiggled her hips, wanting his hand to return to where she burned. 

“Please, please, m’lord. Please . . .” Slowly, carefully Eric inserted his finger into her tight ass, and Kristine gasped, then groaned as the Ben Wa balls shifted in her. Another finger, and then another, and Eric knew that Kristine was ready to take him. Eric pulled back his hand, and carefully placed the head of his cock at her asshole, slowly but firmly pushing in, his hands at her waist, holding her there. 

Kristine cried out as the head of his shaft breached the tight ring of muscle that guarded her. The Ben Wa balls clinked together again, and Kristine forgot the pain of his entry, her small hands clenched as she desperately strived for the peak that would put an end to this restless tension in her. Slowly, inch-by-inch he pushed his cock into her, until his balls slapped against her butt cheek. Triumphant, Eric bent his head and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Good girl.” he praised her. “You did so well, I‘m so proud of you.”

His hand once again found it’s way to her clit, rubbing gently. He savored the scream she made as she abruptly climaxed, her body shuddering under his. Eric waited till her orgasm had passed, before beginning to slowly pump his hips. Now that her orgasm had passed, Kristine noticed how full she felt, with him deep in her, the Ben Wa balls filling her pussy. Uncertainly she whimpered, her hands on his chest, not sure what she thought of his careful movements. 

“Relax, darling.” Eric whispered in her ear. “Relax and enjoy the way I feel moving in you, stroking your insides.” Her eyes locked on the hypnotic silver of his, Kristine relaxed under the soothing sound of his voice. Her arms slid around her legs, holding them to her chest, as she did her best to relax. She could feel him picking up speed, and unexpectedly her body began to respond. Shocked, her eyelids fell, her breath speeding up. 

“Oh, oh, oh.” she whimpered in time with his thrusts, her body tightening urgently. “Oh, god!” she cried as she felt herself going soaring again. 

Above her Eric grunted and gave a shout, his hot seed filling her body. Kristine released her legs, and lay under him, exhausted. They lay there exhausted until Eric worked up the strength to pull himself off of her. Reaching into her pussy, he pulled out the Ben Wa balls. He pulled himself to his feet and looked down at her. Limply, she lay there, here eyes locked with his. Eric bent over and gently gathered her in his arms. 

“Good girl.” he whispered again, pulling her onto his lap and tenderly kissing her. “You did wonderfully, such a good girl.”



The Payback Ch. 01



NOW 

The men in fatigues did not in the least look like soldiers. A closer and careful observation was necessary to deduce that they were in fact, men of the uniform.

There were three of them. They wore similar bottle green fatigues and black bomber jackets and rubber sole impregnated heavy army issues. Their long hair straggled from beneath dark blue caps that had large visors almost covering their eyes.

Each one of them had pistols holstered on one side of their hips and a scabbard holding curved scimitars on the other side. They had walked for three days through the thick jungles, waded through neck deep lakes and were now crouched in front of a two floored building nestling among thick foliage: the largest abode in the small town located in the isolated valley near the border.

It was almost dawn. There was a hint of sunlight struggling to overcome the shadows of the previous night. From somewhere far in the town, they could hear the rooster. But otherwise, the town was still asleep. If there was anybody awake apart from them, they had not yet ventured out of their houses.

The tallest among the three men, leading the pack looked back at his mates.

"This is it," he said in a low voice. 

"Indeed," replied a bearded man. 

The third man, sallow-faced stared back. "So what the hell's keeping us? Lets get the bastard. We have ascertained that the fucking rat has asked his fucking guards to fucking get lost." 

The first man smiled faintly. "The son of a bitch is smart. That's his cover. He's supposed to be a social worker and claims that he needs no guards for he's supposed to represent the truth and act as per the wishes of the townspeople."

"My ass," the third man spoke bitterly. 

"Lets get in now, major. We have scoped the area for over an hour now and we got to remember that it is going to take us at least an hour to get them to the stakeout," the bearded man muttered under his breath.

"You have closed the rear, private?" the captain asked the bearded man.

"Tighter than a nun's asshole," the private replied.

"What about you, captain? You took the inventory and I want you to tell me once again."

"Yeah, well," replied the sallow faced man. "As per our source, his daily regime never changes. The mother fucker sleeps pretty late at night – source had no idea what he is up to during this time -brushes his fucking teeth, has a shit and a shower, drinks a cup of what could presumably be tea and sits in the fucking study, reading something at his desk. Probably planning another fucking strike at more wives, daughters, mothers and sisters. His wife sleeps in his bedroom downstairs and his kids, his sister and his mom sleep in their fucking bedrooms upstairs. Some guy, presumably his sidekick sometimes spends the night in the house and when he does that, he brings his wife along. No idea who this fucking sidekick is. A two-one entry, the first from the terrace and the second from the living room window should be sufficient to take them."

The major shot his sleeves back over his thick hand and glanced at his watch. "It's six-twelve. I'll go in the window and you two take the terrace. Use the canisters if necessary, I don't want noise. It will take me roughly six or seven minutes to immobilize Salim and his wife, presuming there's no one else with them. Get the folks down in that time and I want them to be gagged. Use the needle if necessary. The bastard's son already has had some guerilla training and even if he's just twenty, I don't want complacency. And there's to be no unnecessary violence. I don't want a trigger-happy punk now. There'll be time enough for that later on."

"I can't wait," muttered the private. "The stakeout is perfect for the job we have in mind."

They had indeed been soldiers once upon a time. Now, they were renegades. The army, whom they had served for, was now looking for their capture. As were the opposite side.

They knew the army because they had been in it themselves. 

They had spent close to two months to track down the opposition and now knew them as well.

The problem was that they had to act before the army could trace this opposition before they got their own back.

Each one of them had been a soldier: brave, patriotic, and disciplined. 

And each had a story to tell.

*******

Major Ray was polishing off his third straight rum when the men had surrounded him. There he was, smacking his lips in appreciation, not just because of the excellent drink, but also because he appreciated good classical music that was now flowing seamlessly from the two speakers in front of which he was sitting. 

This was life, he thought. Not much more time to go before he would retire with full honors and settle down to do exactly what he was doing now. A nice, luxurious lovemaking session with his wife after getting back from the party that evening, strong rum, good music…

He had been terribly aroused at the party that evening. It had always been like that, especially on the night before he would leave and head back to the border. 

He had taken turns dancing with all those ladies and damn it, he had been embarrassed when he had erected while dancing with the captain's wife. Jennifer Carter was one hot woman! 

He wasn't to blame, he reasoned with himself. That woman had definitely pressed her thighs against his and that look in her eyes was positively that peculiar come-hither look he had seen in her eyes before.

He felt guilty when he remembered how he had put his hands casually across her buttocks. God damn it, she was Joe's wife!

By the time they had said goodbye and he was in the car with Rena, he had a raging erection. He hadn't even allowed Rena to drag him to the bedroom when she had realized his predicament. He had pulled her to him right there in the living room, lights on, and they had attacked each other.

"My, my," Rena had giggled, allowing him to thrust his hand inside her blouse and take hold of her luscious breasts. "Whatever's gotten my hero so randy so suddenly?"

"That bitch Jenny," he had replied honestly, unbuttoning her blouse after shoving the border down her shoulders, turned on even more as he noticed her heaving bosom and that inviting cleavage. "I swear she was pressing against my cock!"

She giggled, beginning to drag his shirt off his shoulders. She had been faster at unbuttoning it. Momentarily, he drew his hands off her already open blouse and shrugged out of the shirt and even as he did that, her hands were fumbling at the buttons of his pants.

"And why not?" she breathed, shuddering as his pants fell in a heap around his legs revealing the huge bulge inside his boxer shorts. "After all, you are the Major and the biggest hero this side of the town!"

"Hero, hell! It was this cock she was after. I'm telling you, baby, if I had come on stronger, maybe we would have sneaked off in the bathroom and I would have given her the real fuck of her life!"

"What? And deprive me of it?" she asked, now pulling his shorts down and grabbing his erect penis with her hands, pretty much like she held the tennis racket when she played the game at the Officer's court.

"You? Oh god, baby, even if I were stiff cold, you would give me a hard on just by getting naked! Look at these!"

He had unhooked her bra and laid it back along with the blouse against her chest, revealing those large, slightly sagging breasts. She sighed when he grabbed the pair and bending down, stuck his face between them. She shivered when his tongue licked her cleavage before sliding over to one erect and rosy nipple.

"Ah, Major, you are getting me hot!"

"That's the general idea," he grinned before stuffing one breast as much inside his mouth as was possible.

As he suckled on her breasts, she fondled his penis, gently masturbating it. She spread her legs to allow him to whip the panties off her hips: he had already raised the hem of the sari till it was draped around her waist.

"The other one, Major, the other one," she whimpered and he immediately obliged by stuffing the other breast in his mouth. Imperceptibly, the to and fro movements of her hands around his penis had gained considerable momentum.

She turned to face him and pushed her hips out, rubbing the wet head of his penis against her crotch.

"Ah, Major, I need you to fuck me with this tool!"

"You are reading my mind, doll. How do you want it, baby?"

"Just the way we are, thank you," she replied, rising on her toes.

"Ok," he said, grasping the side of her waist. "Hop in the saddle, honey."

She gave a light hop and soon had her legs around his buttocks. She cradled his neck with her arms and leaned back, looking down as he aligned his penis with her vagina. 

"Ram it in," she cried out.

He did.

"Oh yes, Major, fuck me with that cock, oh god, yes, yes!"

As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he adjusted her hips around his back and began to move furiously back and forth. She tightened her hold on him, pressing her chest against his.

"You like this, huh?" he muttered. "You do like this cock inside you, don't you? You like it to fuck the living daylights out of you!"

"Yes, yes, just do it harder, ah yes, faster, now, faster!"

She began to move along with him. She pulled away from him when he drew his penis back and pushed hard against his body when he rammed it in her.

He bent down and took one swaying breast in his mouth, sucking on the engorged nipple.

"Yes, yes, deeper, now, suck it harder too! Oh my god, you have such a fat dick!"

"It's for you, baby, only for this hot and wet pussy!"

"Hmm, are you sure you are not imagining that it's Jenny's cunt you are fucking?"

"I'd rather fuck yours," he panted, laughing as he continued to hammer her furiously.

They always liked to talk like that. Today, it was Jennifer Carter and though that hot woman had turned him on, this was for real. He loved his wife's ripe body, the way her breasts jiggled, the way her thighs clenched around his and the way she moaned and whimpered.

"But wouldn't you seriously like to fuck Jenny?"

"What's this with Jenny?" he laughed again, increasing the pace of his movements.

"Ah, but she did light your candle, didn't she?" she gasped.

"I'll show you who lit the candle, baby," he said, walking with her still wrapped around him and until he reached the large couch.

She squealed when he threw her down on it and she spread her thighs invitingly, gazing at his monstrous penis.

"Oh yes, Major. Show me!"

He straddled her voluptuous body and grasping her thighs, raised them high in the air. She reached down to grab his penis and guided it back into her vagina.

He rammed forward, burying his penis deep into her and she moaned.

"Ah! That feels so good, major! Fuck me now, hard and fast!"

The couch rocked as he proceeded to do exactly that. He put his hands on her breasts, kneading the flesh there as he began to plunge in and out of her moist and hot opening.

They were already primed and it took no more than a dozen strokes, hard and fast, for her to cry out, "I'm coming, oh god, I'm coming!"

"Yes, yes," he hissed, gazing at her contorted face and reveling in the thought that he had made her orgasm so quickly.

She tightened her legs around him and lifted her buttocks off the couch when she exploded amidst cries that were totally incoherent and sentences that were totally disjointed. 

He continued for a minute, making sure that she was completely drained and then, with a soft plop, his rock hard penis slipped out of her opening.

"You want me to suck your dick off?"

"I'd kill myself if you didn't, baby," he replied, quickly rearranging his body on the couch so that he could now slip up her smooth body, her sari still wrapped around her waist. He dangled his organ above her face and she moaned, reaching out for it and grabbing it in her hands.

He had to thrust his hips forward to slip his throbbing member inside her mouth and she now sucked on it voraciously. He gazed at her as her cheeks puffed out and then hollowed. She was good!

He groaned and grunted when he felt it beginning to rise. He began to move his body up and down over her face as she expertly manipulated his penis inside her mouth, bringing her tongue into play.

"Oh, fuck!" he whimpered.

He backed off, pulling his organ out of her hot mouth and she masturbated him fervently till he arched his back and his come shot out of the tip of his penis, spraying her face, her hair and her breasts with his hot come.

Ah, yes, that was life, he thought again, sipping the rum. 

And, suddenly, he looked up to see four assault rifles pointing at him. Behind each weapon was a masked face.

"What the hell?" he spluttered, rising from his reclining chair.

A barrel of one rifle pushed at his chest and he fell back on the chair.

"You are not to make any moments until told," a muffled voice informed him.

The major was in his night dress and he now glanced at the dressing table in which he had kept his service pistol. He cursed himself, because the commanding officer had warned every one that it was "safer to sleep with your weapon than with your wife" when you were in this border post. The past month had been uneventful with hardly any filtration through the border and that had put him off guard.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked. He knew it was a stupid question, because around this area there was only one answer to that.

He heard one of the hoods sniggering. The man who had pushed him back with the barrel of the rifle spoke:

"I'm surprised, major. Your army is reputed to be well-informed enough not to ask such ignorant questions."

Ray looked at their masked faces. It was impossible to make out their features, for each one of them was clad in a Balaclava mask that covered their faces entirely, save for the slits for the eyes, the lips and the tiny holes at their nose areas. And even these openings were crisscrossed with webs, thick enough to conceal the exposed areas.

"What do you want?"

"You already know, major. You should know that the Mighty One has already issued the instructions. Do you want me to quote him?"

"Fuck your mighty one, whoever he is," the major spat out disdainfully, knowing fully well that this sentence would provoke these men to do almost anything, which one of them did: he struck the major across his face with the stock of the rifle.

The major felt the blood drip from his lips and he felt the hollowness in his stomach. He knew the instructions that the leader of these sick men had issued.

Leave behind a generation of bastards.

For the last year or so the attacks had been regular. A group of masked and armed men would attack some remote place and do nothing else but rape the women before fleeing across the border.

And the major's unit had been set up precisely to find out the mastermind behind the group. Initially there had been a frenzy of such activities until the government woke up and posted specially trained combat units at specific areas along the borderline to combat this new group who called themselves The Cell.

Oh my god, Ray thought to himself. Rena was up there in the bedroom and she was asleep! He desperately hoped that she would awaken and take the steps he had taught her to if they were to get in such situations.

There was only one way to forewarn her, he thought grimly. Noise!

"You son of a bitch," he yelled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and staring at the man who had hit him. "Try doing that without that gun and without your faggot pals here."

Another man spoke. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. "But that would be stupid, major, isn't it? It would be just as stupid as what you are trying to achieve by shouting like that. We already know that your lovely wife is upstairs, which is why you have only four of us here. The other two are already up there with your wife!"

"Oh god, no!" he shouted, trying to get to his feet. The man who had hit him pushed him down with the barrel of his gun and Ray noticed that two of them were already walking up to him with a coil of what he presumed was nylon rope.

Wildly, he looked towards the staircase that led to the first floor where the bedrooms were. He tried the 'barge trick', propelling himself forward against the man who held the gun to his chest.

It was of no use and he knew it. These thugs were trained and they knew their job. Even before he had managed to extricate himself from the hopeless tangle he had got into after the barge trick, there was a heavy set man seated on his back. He felt hands pushing his legs together and the rope quickly embracing them. 

Another man had grabbed his hands and the man seated on his back was now tying up his hands and wrists. 

They worked swiftly and with practiced ease. He found himself bound by the ropes and then pinned back against the heavy table. Another rope was used to tie his already bound body to the table and he knew that for all purposes, he was totally immobilized. 

And then the inevitable happened! His eyes widened as he glanced at the staircase. Rena was struggling all right, but it was all in vain, as two men, wearing identical dresses, led her down the stairs. The man behind her had one arm around her neck and the man beside her was gripping her by her waist.

He opened his mouth to curse and realized too late that it was what they were waiting for. Before he could utter a word, he felt the coarse cotton cloth stuff inside his mouth and now he was gagged as well.

With wide eyes, he looked at one of the men. If he had ever begged in his life, it was now. He begged with his eyes.

He knew it was futile anyway. Too many times this gang had struck in the area and at no time had they ever spared anybody.

Rena was going to be no exception.

He watched as the two men began to grope at Rena's body. Suddenly, the thick cotton gown she was wearing seemed to be too flimsy. Ray could see the outline of the brassiere through the gown and when he saw the men grope at her breasts, he thrashed against the ropes that bound him.

He heard some laughing and then the sharp ripping noise as one man tore the front of Rena's gown. The material ripped down from the center of the neckline right down to her navel and he heard another man groan when they saw her ripe bra-contained breasts exposed.

"Get the bitch naked," snapped out the man who had pushed Ray first with the butt of his rifle. Obviously, he really was the leader of this group. 

Rena screamed and Ray cursed mentally when one man slapped her across her face. She seemed stunned and looked helplessly at her husband. He couldn't bear to look into her eyes.

Damn it, so fucking helpless!

And then Rena was pushed on to her back on the floor and hands were pulling at her gown. Her legs were raised and the pair of her white sensible panties was ripped off. 

One man crouched at her face, pinning her hands back up over her head while another sat at her waist, holding her by her thighs. She struggled ferociously as Ray knew she would, but oh god, there was no point in doing that.

"Oh shit, look at that cunt!" one man cried out.

"The bitch keeps that hair trimmed. Hot, hot, hot!" chanted another. 

"Smooth, white creamy thighs! Just the way I like them!"

Rena screamed and was slapped again.

"Listen you little bitch! You do that once more and we will break your husband's fingers one after the other and you will suck on each of them from the bleeding side, so help me god! Scream once more, you little piece of shit and watch. We hope you will scream."

Her eyes were filled with terror when she managed to swing her head around and look at her trussed up husband.




The Payback Ch. 01



"Go on, bitch, scream," the man continued and this time he lowered his hands to take a firm hold of her heaving breasts. "Nice, nice. You have lovely titties! But I ought to tell you that the last one we fucked a couple of hours ago had tits just as large and they didn't sag one bit. Yours do."

"Come on, let's get this started," said another man, unzipping his pants and reaching inside. "I can't wait to get this cock into that pink cunt."

Ray watched with pleading eyes as Rena helplessly allowed one man to spread her legs wide apart. Another man leaned in and cruelly pulled apart the lips of her vagina.

"Look at this! Man, this is got to be real tight, I tell you."

"Me, me I want this bitch to wrap her lips around my dick," said another.

Ray watched helplessly, having given up trying to loosen the bonds that held him to the table as the men proceeded to unzip their dark pants and bring out their penises. He shut his eyes tightly, feeling the tears springing into them. 

"Hey, let me get those tits in my hands!"

Rena stifled another scream when she felt a man rubbing his coarse fingers up and down her vaginal lips. 

"Damn it, she's dry. Come on baby, if you don't leak down here, you are going to bleed!"

She gasped when she felt a finger thrust inside her and cried out when another set of fingers began to pinch her nipples.

"Shall we get in line or do we get at her together?" a man asked and this immediately made Ray to open his eyes.

Oh god, these sick perverts were actually proposing that they rape his wife simultaneously!

"Me, me I can't wait, so I don't care a fuck what you guys do as long as I get to fuck that little cunt."

Ray watched helplessly, no longer trying to pull at the ropes that bound him, giving up totally to the senseless rape of his wife.

They had Rena spread-eagled on the floor and she stifled a scream and Ray realized that the man was already thrusting in and out of her, lying between her legs. Another man knelt at her head, holding her by her cheeks and pumping his penis in and out of her mouth and a pair of the thugs squatting by her sides, mauling her breasts, leaning down to suckle on them…

Her eyes were closed and he saw the tears stream past her cheeks and he thought, oh my God, so help me, I'm going to get these motherfuckers and he closed his eyes but couldn't stop listening to their chatter.

"Man, this cunt is tighter than I thought it was!"

"Wait till you get her to suck your dick off, ah yes, baby, like that and now if you give more tongue, ah yes, like that, don't stop opening up, you little bitch, you know what happens next, you are going to see your loving hubby's fingers separated from his arms, oh yeah, suck that cock, you whore, ah, yes!"

"Man, and I thought her tits were sagging! Look at them jiggling, oh shit, these are firmer than that other girl we fucked yesterday…and she was in her teens! Man, I gotta tell you, these are the ripest set of tits I sucked on! Hey, slut, who asked you to close your fucking eyes? Ah yes, that's like a good girl, keep sucking that cock harder, bitch!"

"She's got smooth legs, this bitch, and look at her ass! Man, why don't you pull her across and get her on her fours like the bitch she is so I can poke my dick up her asshole?"

Tears streaming down his face, Ray forced his eyes open. He didn't want to; he couldn't. But he had to. He had to work himself up.

Rena on her fours, stifling a scream with a penis plunging in and out of her mouth, another man behind her sinking his organ mightily inside her rectum while a third lay under her, guiding his penis up into her vagina. 

Ray could see the blood there…

The other two men were casually dragging their erect phalluses across Rena's face and shoulders, occasionally, poking them over her breasts.

He forced himself to watch.

He had no other choice.

He wanted to work up the fury inside of him and get back at the monster that had started this…

*******

"Damn it, Jenny, I'm supposed to be joining up tomorrow and this is no time to raise that goddamned topic now!"

"Don't raise your voice like that, Joe. You may be a captain but round here I'm boss. And this may be the last night of your leave, but if you don't settle the issue of that damned girl now, I'm going to have to take action myself."  

"Jenny, she's my daughter. You can't possibly expect me to send her away to the boarding school. Damn it, she's just turned eighteen…"

"She may be your daughter, but she isn't mine. She refuses to call me 'mom'; says she called only Angela by that name and I'm not her real mom anyway, so why the hell do I have to put up with her?"

Carter sighed, swallowing the whiskey in one gulp and slid the glass onto the side table. He looked up from the bed at his second wife and groaned. When Jenny was in this mood, it was impossible to placate her. 

He wondered if he had taken the right decision marrying Jenny after his wife had died. Jenny wasn't as old as him. After all, he was pushing forty-five and Jenny was hardly thirty.

But their affair, which was meant to have been brief, passionate and a one-night stand had led to more nights of furious love making till he was sure he wouldn't be able to spend another night alone without her by his side. And he loved her, damn it!

"Look Jenny, I promise I will think about sending Anne to the boarding school when I get back from the front next month."

"Next month? You make me laugh, darling. When you go out there with that crazy major, it's never less than three months!"

"Ah, Jenny, Ray's like that. Gem of a man. A officer and a gentleman."

"Gentleman, my ass. The way he wrapped his hands around my ass during the dance, I swear I could feel his cock against my tummy!"

"Jenny! That's a lie. You are always belittling that man. He is…"

She didn't let him finish. "We are straying away from the topic, Joe," she warned, slipping out of her skirt and reaching behind her to unbutton her blouse. "We are talking about your daughter."

"Our daughter!" he snapped.

She glowered at him. "You are impossible Joe. You said the same thing last time. And now…"

"Look Jenny, this is my last night till next month."

"So?"

He looked at her. He was lying on his back on the bed and she was standing next to the bed in front of the large mirror, dressed in just her bra and her frilly panties. He felt a stirring and he grinned crookedly at her.

"Don't you want to fuck?" he asked.

She stared at him through the mirror. He snapped the buttons off his pants, reached inside and fished out his erection.

"Look, honey, see what you done to this poor cock," he whispered.

She giggled and immediately, he felt the load rising off his shoulders. For too long it had stayed on them and now that he had managed to get himself hard (how could he not, with that sexy wife of his prancing around half-naked?) he hoped he would last long enough to satiate her appetite for sex.

"Joe, you are impossible," she laughed, nevertheless, reaching behind her again to unsnap the hooks off her bra.

"You already said that, baby," he told her, fondling his erect penis, making sure it was hard enough. He had lately started having problems raising a good erection, and when he managed to get one, he had a hell of a time trying to make it last. "And I asked you if you really want to fuck didn't I?"

"Oh Joe," she giggled again, her breasts tumbling free as she slid the bra out of her shoulders and bent down to pull her panties off her hips. He stared at her heavy breasts hanging down and immediately stopped fondling his penis, afraid that he might ejaculate before they started.

"Well, Jenny, don't you?"

"Of course, you idiot! You know how much I love to fuck with you. You sure you haven't had one too many?"

He was upset. Why, he thought for the hundredth time, does she always point to his boozing as the only one reason for his problem with having good, long sex? 

"You were the one who handed out the drinks to the guests, Jenny and you should know that this one was my third," he replied gesturing to the empty glass.

She got to her feet and he noticed how her large breasts settled back into those perfect conical shapes. She had wonderful breasts, he thought staring at those pink nipples. Large, soft and warm and yet so firm!

She emphasized her swagger, suggestively moving her hips as she walked to the bed.

"Then what are you doing with all those clothes on, little boy?"

"No problem, baby, that takes hardly a minute," he grinned, lifting his buttocks to ease off the pants down his legs. "Don't you think we should lock that door?"

"No," she answered shortly, standing hardly a foot away from him, caressing her own breasts and thrusting her hips out at him. "Little Anne is probably fast asleep dreaming about her boyfriends at college. Besides, I don't care." She brought her hands down to take his penis in her hands and he gasped. "I want to feel this cock inside of me."

He was unbuttoning his shirt when she bent down and kissed his throbbing member on the tip.

"Hmm," she sighed. "Little Joe is randy tonight. How is he ever going to go without this pussy for a whole month?"

He shuddered when she rubbed his erection over her pouting lips.

"Maybe I'll jack off," he laughed, throwing his shirt on the floor and reaching out to grab her breasts.

"Don't fuck with me," she said in a cajoling tone. "I bet you guys must be having plenty of cunts on the front to play around with."

"Whoever gave you that idea," he shuddered now as her tongue snaked out and flicked against the hardness of his member. His grip tightened on her breasts and he nearly pulled them off when she didn't answer him: instead, she slid the entire length of his organ into her mouth. She slid down to her knees on the floor beside the bed, keeping his throbbing penis inside her mouth.

"Ah, Jenny," he croaked. "Holy shit, you make me feel so good, baby!"

"Hmm," she replied, beginning to bob her head up and down, one fist gripping the base of his organ and the other fondling his scrotum.

"Ah, oh yeah, yes, Jenny, ah shit, like that, baby, run your tongue over my dick like that, ah shit, oh god, yes, suck it, yeah, take it deeper baby!"

He shuffled till he was resting against the headboard. Without letting his shaft out of her mouth she crawled onto the bed and crouched at his splayed out feet. He began to knead her breasts, watching with wide eyes as her lips slid up and down his now wet shaft. He could clearly see the generous amount of saliva that she had transferred onto his penis and that made it gleam in the dim light. As usual, she was staring right into his eyes.

She always did that, he thought. She never closed her eyes when she was blowing him. She had told him that she loved to watch the way his face contorted when she was giving him head.

"Those expressions are priceless," she had twittered.

He bucked his buttocks up and down, driving his shaft in and out of her mouth even as she continued to bob her head, countering his movements. He went rigid and thought, oh shit, not now, not so soon, and he suddenly stopped moving, afraid that he would ejaculate.

They hadn't even started as yet. She sensed it and drew her head back, watching him with glittering eyes.

"Are you already there, darling? Again?" she asked softly, ceasing all movements of her hands as well. 

He flushed and shook his head. "N-no, baby, just take it easy, like you know, nice and slow. You are one sexy bitch and just the sight of you sucking my dick is enough to send me over the waves. Here, let me eat you."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. She knew that she wasn't going to orgasm the way she liked to: with his organ pummeling her insides, still hard and still throbbing and remaining like that long after she would shudder and go limp. 

Yes, she liked it like that. Hard, fast, furious and deep, rapid powerful strokes; the way he used to do it when they had first met. Even for almost half a year after they were married, he did it like a stud, like no one else had ever done it to her before.

But, she thought now, her hopes dwindling at the sound of his words, it wasn't going to be like that tonight. He was going to ejaculate too damned quickly and she knew that at the most he could maybe be able to pump his organ inside her vagina for three or four strokes before exploding.

Well, she sighed to herself, beggars can't be choosers. At least he was expert at going down on her and she admitted that she rather liked sixty-nine. He had a long and fat tongue and knew how to use it. Plus, he was pretty good with his fingers. Damn it, he had to be! With a penis that refused to stay responsive for as long as she liked it, he had no other alternative but to make her orgasm by using his fingers and his mouth.

He pushed her flat onto her back across the bed and arranged himself in the reversed position. She spread her arms wide to allow him to place his knees inside them so that when he would lower his buttocks, his organ would enter her mouth directly. At the same time, even before he could pull her hips apart, she had already opened her legs and had raised them up above her.

He supported her legs by holding the back of her knees and she moaned aloud when he buried his face between her legs. She felt all tingly inside her. Only yesterday, he had shaved her pubic hair when they had bathed together in the tub after Anne had left for her dance classes. Her skin there now felt super sensitive and she stifled a giggle when his moustache brushed the inside of her thighs and then on top of her vulva. 

She gasped and stopped giggling when he abruptly thrust a finger inside her. She was sopping wet: he knew that she was a super sexy lady.

"You shoulda been a damned nympho, baby," he had said once after a particularly long and wild session in the backyard under the moon and the stars on her birthday.

"What makes you think I am not, stud?" she had questioned laughingly. 

Yes, he thought, putting his mouth right on top of her erect and rigid clitoris as he moved his finger in and out of her, she was a nympho. She absolutely loved to be made love to and loved it even more to give more of it to him. 

He recalled what she had told him once: "Shit, Joe, you know what is the worst thing about having periods?"

"What?"

"I can't get fucked by your cock when it's at its peak!" 

He had been crouching on his fours above her supine body and now he flopped down to lie right on top of her. She gagged when his penis thrust inside her throat and he gasped when he felt her relaxing those muscles there to allow his invading flesh enter inside. 

He began to ram his finger in and out of her wet mound, continuing to swipe the flat of his tongue up and down the lips. He pressed his hips down against her face, trapping her head there so that she wouldn't be able to move. It was too much, he knew. A few strokes and he would empty himself. 

He pulled his organ out of her mouth and swayed his hips from one side to the other in an attempt to convey to her that he wanted this to last. The tip of his shaft brushed across her lips and she flicked her tongue across the vast expanse of it. She managed to bring her hands together to grasp it with her fingers.

"C'mon, darling, that's okay. I know you want to cum. Go on and splash that stuff out; I'm dying to get it spread all over me and inside my mouth! You can make me cum afterwards, fucking my cunt with your tongue!"

Even if she hadn't told him to do it, he knew he would have anyway, because it was all that he could do to postpone his climax.

"Oh, baby, oh my little slut, here I cum, oh yes, lick my cock, baby, lick it, ah yes, open, open your mouth and let me fuck it, ah yes, yes, like that, suck it, oh god, oh shit, here I cum, ah ugh, ugh, ahh…"

It was just when he had begun to ejaculate that they both heard Anne screaming at the top of her voice.

At least, it seemed that she was screaming so loudly.

Startled and confused, he raised his head from his wife's legs and twisted towards the open door of their bedroom. Jennifer too had already swung her head to stare at the doorway.

Anne wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs. She seemed to because she was very near them.

In fact, she was standing right at the door, her eyes wide with terror and sheer disgust.

On either sides of her were the two masked men.

******

The forceps, tips of which were covered with cotton swabs forced him to keep his eyes open. And so, Captain Carter had to forcibly watch.

There were six of them. All masked, athletic and obviously trained to a very high level. 

Captain Carter was bound and gagged on his chair in the living room.

Jennifer was on her back on top of the dining table. Her head hung down one edge and her legs down the opposite edge. The men remained completely dressed. But every one of them had their flies open and their organs hanging out.

One man stood behind Jenny's head, his hands holding her cheeks firmly as he pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth. Another man had straddled her midriff and was slapping her swollen breasts with his thick penis. The third man held her fist in place around his organ, forcing her to masturbate him. The fourth man was pumping his penis in and out of her vagina, now spread wide apart, partly because of the fact that this man was holding her legs apart and over his shoulders to accommodate Anne's head between his crotch and Jenny's legs.

The fifth man was pressing Anne by the back of her head against Jenny's crotch that was stuffed with the fourth man's penis. Occasionally, the man would force Anne to turn her head so that he could push his own penis inside her mouth. 

Anne was kneeling (or forced to kneel) at her mother's feet and she was almost on her fours but for her hands that were forced to hold her mother's hips. The sixth man was crouched behind the girl, his thick penis slamming in and out of her vagina from behind.

Carter's face was streaked with tears but there was nothing he could do. He had squeezed his eyes shut when they had begun to strip his daughter off the teddy that she had been wearing. That was when one man had this sick idea of forcing his eyelids open by using the forceps. It was as if he was carrying the forceps for this very reason.

To begin with, he had been terribly upset and humiliated that Anne had seen Jenny and him in a sixty-nine. But when he realized whom those masked men were, he had forgotten about the humiliation part.

Anne was behaving like an automaton. It was as if she wanted her father to see what was happening to her – a sort of revenge for having watched him have sex with her step-mother in that position that she may have felt would be alien to her strong and kind father. 

Joe wasn't surprised to realize that Anne wasn't a virgin. He didn't have to hear the coarse words uttered by the terrorist who had first thrust his penis inside her, "Oh god almighty! This bitch has a cunt big enough to handle all six of us!"

It was when Anne had stared at him just before being instructed to "lick your momma's cunt, you bitch," that his heart sank. She had a strange look on her face, a look he couldn't fathom and certainly didn't like.

Very deliberately, Anne had opened her mouth and lowered her face directly onto Jenny's wide-open vulva. 

"Hold those goddamn cunt lips apart, you little slut!"

His eyes bored into his daughter's when she had obeyed and then he shuddered when she had pushed her tongue out and dipped it into his wife's opening between those lush legs.

Even when the man behind her had thrust his penis roughly inside her vagina, Anne hadn't looked shocked or surprised. She had eyes only for her father.




The Payback Ch. 01



It was as if she was telling him that it was his entire fault. It was as if she was showing him that if he could do this to Jenny, so could she. 

He plunged into despair when Anne's tongue lashed out faster and faster as though she were trying to keep pace with the man behind her who was sliding his shaft with renewed vigor, staring at the sight of the girl licking her mother's vagina.

He finally tore his eyes away and looked up at the table. The man crouched at her head was slamming his organ faster and deeper into Jenny's mouth while the man who had straddled her midriff had placed his shaft between her mountainous breasts, pressing them together and rocking back and forth.

"Oh man, this is good! Look at this slut's tits! Shit, boss, I've got to tell you. You gotta try this stuff. Just poke your cock between these jugs and fuck them! Oh almighty, will you look at that? What a pair of tits! Fucking hell, what a way to go to heaven!"

The man standing at her feet was swiveling his head from one side to the other, not wanting to miss his friend's shaft traversing between the lush breasts of the woman and the sight of his other pal thrusting his penis in and out of the daughter's mouth. 

Joe had no more tears left to shed: they had dried up. He looked beseechingly at one hoodlum who was looking towards his direction.

"You getting a hard on, buddy?" the man asked mockingly as he cupped and kneaded Anne's breasts, pinching the nipples cruelly till she moaned around the penis thrusting inside her mouth.

Joe heard another man snigger and yet another laughing aloud.

The man standing at Jenny's legs twisted his body around, pushing his organ towards Anne's face and she had to let go the one already stroking inside her mouth to take this man inside.

"Say what?" the man sitting atop Jenny's chest said. "Tell that little bitch to suck her dad's cock!"

Even as the words tumbled out of the thug's mouth, Joe almost stopped breathing. No! They wouldn't do that, he thought wildly, staring with horror at his daughter. 

Anne's eyes were locked on his and there was a terrified look in them. She managed to pull her mouth away from the throbbing penis stuffed inside it and gasped, "No!!!" 

Even Jenny had pushed wildly at the man who was holding her head while he stroked his member in and out of her mouth. She tried to lift her body off the table, her eyes widening as she stared at her helpless husband.

Joe tried to make believe that this was a nightmare. But when two of the six thugs dragged his naked daughter towards him, he knew it wasn't a dream: this was happening for real! 

He would never forget those next agonizing minutes in his life.

Anne forced to crouch on the floor in front of the chair in which he was bound – Anne's hands being led towards his limp organ – the feel of his daughter's moist palm on his penis – one man dragging her head down, pushing it further down till his organ was rubbing against her cheeks…

"Open your mouth, you whore!"

Anne was stubborn. She cringed, refusing to open her mouth.

Smack!

The first slap was directed on her left buttock.

"I said open your fucking mouth!"

Anne tried to pull her head away from Joe's crotch.

Smack!

The second slap was directed on her right buttock.

Fingers pressing her nostrils, squeezing them hard, shutting off the air supply, fingers roughly pulling her lips apart, hands forcing her head towards her father's shaft.

Joe tried to close his eyes; realized he couldn't – the forceps were an impediment as they had meant to have been – instead, his eyes settled on the stupefied face of his wife's – Jenny, now managing to half-sit up on the table, the man still pumping furiously between her legs – Jenny staring at Anne…

"If you don't suck it like that, bitch, we will cut it off and stuff it in your mouth!"

Anne had been holding her breath, wanting to choke on it and die when she heard the words. She saw a flash, a glint of steel approaching towards Joe's shaft, the tip pressing into the limp flesh.

And then, her mouth opened, accompanied by a low wail, almost a forlorn-sounding howl of agony.

The man pushed her head forward and the howl was cut off.

Joe's body twitched uncontrollably when he felt his daughter's mouth engulfing his penis. He stared helplessly at his wife.

"That's it, you little slut! Suck daddy's cock, c'mon, back and forth, you bitch, oh yeah, suck on it, suck it hard, yes, just like you sucked me off!"

Joe felt his daughter's lips sliding up and down his limp shaft. The man pushed his head down. "Look at how she sucks your dick, you puny little bastard! Look at that hot bitch taking your little faggot prick in her mouth! I bet you dreamt of this before, huh? Your own little daughter sucking your cock! Oh sweet almighty, this is incredible!"

On the table, Jenny was pushed back and the man who had been stroking inside her vagina was hollering out that he was 'coming'.

Another man straddled her chest again and Joe realized that it was the same man who had been atop her chest before.

"I'm not through fucking with your fucking tits," the man tittered, pushing his organ back between her breasts and beginning to rock back and forth to slide in and out of the cleavage.

Another man had replaced the one who had just ejaculated and a third forced his member inside her mouth.

Even as Joe began to weep again, feeling his daughter's mouth around his shaft, he suddenly detected what changed him forever.

Before the thugs had stormed their room, Joe had climaxed, sending his seed spurting all over his wife's face. He suddenly realized that from the very beginning, Jenny had badly wanted him inside her vagina. He knew that she enjoyed it very much when he would pound into her furiously; she would have her first orgasm and then encouraging him to continue, she would invariably have another.

Joe knew that his wife was a siren. He knew that she needed sex badly; in fact, she craved for it. 

But for the life of him, he couldn't believe that even Jenny, a near nymphomaniac, could do this!

At first, he thought that it was an illusion – perhaps what his daughter was being forced to do had driven him insane, but then he knew that it was for real!

Jenny had wrapped her legs around the man's shoulders and Joe could see her buttocks lifting off the table and then lowering down: at first, ever so slightly, but slowly, with increased speed…

******* 

That polygamy was allowed had made it simpler for Private Sohail, Batman extraordinary to Captain Carter of the Ninth Battalion, to use the option and fulfill one of his dreams.

He was, at this moment, exercising his right to having a second wife.

What had made it simpler was the fact that the beautiful Saira had been his kid brother's wife. His kid brother had been a wild one. Ahmed had abandoned his books and hence his school a long time back. Driving was a passion and he loved being behind the wheels of a car even if that meant that he had to chauffeur one. 

When Sohail had enlisted in the army, Ahmed had already established his credentials as the best driver in town. He drove a large Mercedes and if Sohail was proud of his khakis, Ahmed was equally proud of wearing the whites plus the peaked cap with the black visor when he drove his boss, Sait, around town.

Lucky bastard, Sohail had thought when his brother had hooked Sait's young daughter. It helped that Ahmed had once helped Sait from being killed in an accident at the factory the man owned. 

Sait owed him his life and when Saira, the apple of his eyes had admitted that she too loved Ahmed, he had to give in. 

Sohail had been married to Sarina for almost five years when Ahmed married Saira. In fact, Sarina had already given birth to their child at that time.

And then, Ahmed had got himself killed, driving the Mercedes at a hundred and twenty, not making a turn when he was supposed to have done so and going straight ahead.

Straight ahead had been the Arabian Sea. 

Saira had a four-month-old baby when Ahmed died. And they don't make guys willing to take on a widowed mother for a wife anymore. Not around this town, no sir. 

Sait had a long talk with Sohail's parents. 

And Sarina adored Saira.

So it was that Sohail ended up marrying his kid brother's wife.

Sarina's father was a small time shopkeeper dealing in second hand goods (most of which were bought from rather shady characters). He had gladly agreed when Sohail's father had proposed that Sarina be matched with his son.

Sarina was good looking alright and Sohail was thrilled at the prospect of getting married to her. At that time, he had little choice and he was glad his father had chosen Sarina for him. 

But compared with Saira, his first wife seemed just that little bit raw. Saira was an educated girl, smart and savvy, besides being endowed with extremely good looks and a sensational body. Though Sarina was blessed with an equally beautiful face and a voluptuous body, Sohail couldn't help wondering how much better she would have been had she some education.

Sarina was totally uneducated. She had never been to school.

Luckily, Sarina and Saira had always got together very well. In fact, Saira had taken it to herself to teaching Sarina the basics of English and little of every other subject she was good in. Saira had done her Masters in Economics and Sohail always wondered how his uncouth kid brother had managed to hook this sexy girl.

Until, one night, he had spied on them! 

It was almost three months after Saira had married and he was on leave during that time. 

Being the eldest child, Sohail had been given the master bedroom on the ground floor, while his brother got the lone bedroom on the first floor. Sohail had risen in the night, feeling thirsty and after cursing softly upon noticing that Sarina had forgotten to keep the usual bottle of water on the side table, he had wandered outside the bedroom to the refrigerator in the kitchen.

It was almost one in the night. Sarina was fast asleep and as to his parents, he knew that not even a rocket going off was going to disturb their sleep. In spite of this, he was careful not to make any noise as he crept into the kitchen.

That was when he heard the noises from the first floor.

Unmistakable noises, indeed. 

His father had insisted on talking to him about the army that night and so it was that Sohail found his wife to be fast asleep after the old man had finally satisfied himself of his son's security on the border. Sohail had badly wanted to make love to his wife that night and he knew Sarina was equally eager for it. But the old man had driven the spoke into the wheel and Sohail didn't have the heart to awaken his wife, though she gladly would have put up with the interruption. 

So when he heard those naughty sounds emanating from his brother's bedroom, Sohail immediately had an erection.

He had already fantasized about Saira and he was eager to know what she was up to. He knew that she would look sensational without clothes because some of them that she wore left little to the imagination, especially when his parents were not around.

Trust his kid brother to be careless! The schmuck had not only not locked the door of the bedroom he had left it ajar. It was dark in the passage and Sohail knew it would be impossible for them to notice him creeping outside and peering through the opening in the door.

They had left the night lamp on and what he saw, amazed him.

God! Ahmed had one of the biggest pricks he had ever seen in his life. Why, it must have been at least eight to nine inches long! And it was as thick as his wrist! So that was what had lured Saira towards him!

He saw his brother laughing gently when Saira wrestled him over the bed and crawled down his body to take that huge thing in her mouth. 

He almost came in his nightdress when he caught a glimpse of his sister's nude body!

Sensational? That was an understatement! 

Medium shoulders. Trim waist. Large, firm breasts capped with big pink nipples. Round and firm buttocks. Long shapely legs. Smooth thighs, creamy and oh so shapely. 

He could go on and on and on.

So that was what had attracted them to each other. 

Big in every department!

He had watched breathlessly, as the two of them had made wild, uninhibited and passionate love in almost every conceivable (and non-conceivable) position. He had watched Ahmed standing on the floor with his wife clinging on to his frame and bouncing her cute little buttocks back and forth, impaling herself on his huge penis. He watched while Ahmed lay on his back on the floor and Saira straddled him, riding him like a cowgirl, bending down from her waist so the schmuck could suckle on those ripe breasts. He watched Ahmed lying behind her, spooning up to her and thrusting to and fro from behind, his hands kneading those huge melons. He watched Saira lying on the bed; her head falling off one edge while her husband crouched on the floor, his penis working furiously like a well-oiled piston inside her mouth. 

He watched, stroking his organ furiously till he ejaculated all over his cupped hand.

From that night, she became his biggest fantasy. Even when he masturbated when he was on the border on duty, he always thought of her lush body. He would imagine undressing her, getting her naked, pushing his tongue into her sexy mouth, caressing her large, shapely breasts and then almost feel her wet, warm mouth sliding up and down his prick…

Today, all that, he thought, much to his joy, was in the past. He surveyed his two wives from across the dining table as they sat down for dinner. His parents were seated in their usual places; the old man at the head of the table and his mother at the opposite side of the long end. He was seated opposite Aslam, Sarina's elder brother who had dropped in to spend the weekend with them, while his wives busied around the table, serving them the lamb chops and minced meat balls. 

He was one lucky bastard, he thought to himself as he watched his wives from the corner of his eyes, hardly paying any attention to what Aslam was saying to his parents. Both were dressed in identical outfits: the typical long sleeved salwar flowing down to mid-knee length and the tight fitting kameez. Sarina wore a green one, while Saira had preferred to go red. It suited them, he thought and tried hard to catch glimpses of their chests whenever they would lean or bend down to serve.

They were equally filled with anticipation. Saira had brought to them a whole new way of enjoying sex. It was she who had educated them about the various positions and different methods they could have each other. 

In the beginning, Sohail was not certain that Sarina would accept Saira's methods. For almost a month after he married his sister, he would divide his nights equally between his wives. 

Quickly, he found himself wishing he would spend more of his time with his younger wife than with Sarina. Saira was one hot firecracker! He had never imagined that making love to a woman would be so pleasurable and so adventurous. She was devilishly inventive in her ways and each time he spent his night with her (or at times, the day as well) he would end up learning much more of her wild methods.

It was no wonder that Ahmed had been so enamored by this girl! Added to her resume, was the fact that she had spent almost two years in London and he knew exactly where she had learned these wicked and oh so pleasurable methods of making love. He didn't have to guess: she had told him the entire truth.

He felt guilty when Sarina would sometimes complain that he was spending too little time for her. She was too good to say that he was spending too much time on Saira!

It was Saira who had solved the dilemma. The day she had walked into Sarina's and his bedroom (he had added another bedroom on the first floor after Ahmed had died: one bedroom for one wife) to announce that she could solve everybody's problems.

"Let's sleep together," she had announced brazenly.

It had taken more time for him to accept that than it had taken to convince Sarina. In fact, Sarina seemed to be excited by the offer and had played a large part in convincing him.

When he had finally accepted (it had been easier when Saira had told him privately that he would positively love to watch two women making love with each other) he had done so with a sense of anticipation that bordered on ridiculous eagerness.

Of course, no one else knew about the arrangement. No one would dream that they were doing this. 

Tonight, Sohail had finally managed to convince his parents and his brother that he was tired and since he was to join duty within two days, he would prefer to rest.

Luckily, no one noticed the sly looks that passed between the two women when he was explaining what was it that had suddenly made him feel so tired!

Now, dressed in boxer shorts and a thin t-shirt (he never dared to wear them when he was in the presence of his parents) he waited anxiously for his wives to enter the bedroom.

He had to wait almost half an hour before they did. But when they slipped into the room, Sarina locking the door behind her, he felt the blood pumping through his body and sending those familiar signals to his penis. Saira was smiling seductively when she walked over to the bed.

"What took you two so fucking long?" he muttered, rubbing his hand over his crotch as he watched Sarina turn around and walk over to stand beside Saira by the bedside. 

"We had to put the kids to sleep," Saira giggled, her eyes on his hands. "Junior was pretty thirsty."

Sarina laughed softly. She had a daughter who was two and Saira's son was not even one year old. 

"That little bugger refused to let go of his mom's tits," she giggled.

It was surprising how Saira had managed to rid them of their inhibitions. Even more surprising that it had happened so fast and so innocently that they weren't aware of the vocabulary that they used during their love making until Sarina had wondered about it one day. 

"Neither is this little bugger," Sohail laughed, sitting up in the bed and grabbing Saira by her hand to pull her towards him.

She willingly let him pull her towards him and when he leaned in to kiss her mouth, she had already had hers wide open. Sohail pushed his tongue inside her mouth and immediately she began to suck on it.

Sarina hurriedly pulled her salwar over her waist to untie the knot of the kameez. She watched with wide eyes as her husband and Saira shared a deep, wet open-mouthed kiss. The kameez dropped to the floor in a puddle around her legs and she kicked it away, breathing rapidly now, as she watched Sohail's palms spreading over Saira's large breasts over the girl's salwar.

She preferred to call Saira 'girl' as opposed to 'woman' even though she was hardly a decade younger than her, because that's how impetuous Saira was. She was playful, mischievous and of course, extremely active in bed. 

Sarina whipped off her red frilly panties (she'd abandoned the more sensible white ones after Saira's lectures on sexuality) exposing her clean-shaven vagina (another one of Saira's lecture!)

Sohail had wrested Saira onto her back on the bed, his mouth still on hers, this time sucking on her tongue. He had pushed her salwar over her waist and he now pulled her tight lacy bra down her heavy breasts.

Saira moaned, wriggling on the bed, as she felt her husband capture her naked breasts and squeezing them. She put her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer towards her, exploring the insides of his mouth with her tongue.

He pinched her engorged nipples and felt hands tugging at his boxer shorts. That had to be Sarina, he knew, as always eager to get in the thick of it. He pulled his buttocks up and off Saira's body (he had been pressing his hard erection against her hips) and allowed Sarina to slide his shorts off his legs.




The Payback Ch. 02



FLASHBACK -- 4

He wasn't much to look at. In fact, it was difficult to make out his features, hidden as they were by the thick luxurious beard. He had a large forehead; that much was obvious and equally, large cauliflower-like ears. The hair beneath the proverbial black cape was surprisingly thin as compared to the beard: he was almost bald. 

The eyes behind the horn-rimmed spectacles were however the most notable of his features. Large and black, jet-black. It was like viewing a rattlesnake's eyes through a magnifying glass. 

It was only when they flashed and only when his deep bass voice rose to a crescendo that his magic became apparent. 

He should have been a hypnotist. He wasn't. 

He was the Mighty One, the leader of the Cell.

Sworn enemy of the firangi and the non-believers

At five-ten and about a hundred and forty pounds, he was slim and lean and if one were to introduce him at a party, he would be forgotten immediately. 

Yet, he was the same man who had transformed thousands of illiterate, madrassa-attending and malnourished ordinary people into a lethal group of jihadis. 

At the moment however, he wasn't talking to any of those thousand soldiers of death. Nor indeed did he have any audience, save his family.

The Mighty One had one problem nobody outside the family was aware of. 

The Mighty One couldn't raise an erection without specific help.

And that help, as his wife Riana had learnt immediately after her marriage, was none other than his own mother.

His mother was a robustly built, pink skinned attractive woman in her fifties. Ever since she had lost her husband during the long war in 1982, she had been forced to seek her release with what would be available within the walls of her house.

Her husband was a legend and precisely for that reason, no other man ever dared to have any relations with her after she was widowed. And that left her with little choice but to seek the company of the only other man who was allowed to live in the same house. Her son.

She had to wait till he first grew up. He was training with the rest of the jihadis ever since he had turned fifteen, a year before his father was shot dead. So he hardly had any time for women.

Except that he had to return to his house every night. And the only woman who was in the house was his mother.

He was a little over eighteen when Zohra eventually seduced him. Her daughter, Nazneen was with her aunt (Zohra's sister) that day. So, she had intentionally asked Salim to watch the bathroom door when she was bathing that day, complaining that the door wouldn't close. (She had slipped off the hinges).

And when the young Salim stood by the door, Zohra had casually asked him if he would mind soaping her back.

"I have pain in my right hand, son."

Never having seen a naked woman before, it was natural that the young boy was taken aback at the sight of a naked Zohra, wet from the bath she was having. 

As he rubbed the soap onto her silky back, he couldn't help but notice the generous curves of his mother's breasts and those pink large nipples. He had peered downward and spied on the smooth, clean shaven mound between her legs, surprised by its appearance, for he had never seen another woman like that. 

In fact, he had never seen a naked woman.

Zohra was about thirty-six at that time and she knew that all the men in the town lusted after her, a few women too did, and not for nothing. At about five-eight, she was extremely fair skinned. Her eyes were a startling blue and her long silky hair, the color of chestnut brown, reached her buttocks. She had a medium size nose, slightly upturned. Her lips looked like they were perennially painted with a deep pink shade and that complimented her very well. She had a slightly oval face with a sharp chin and when she smiled, dimples appeared on her cheeks. 

If her face wasn't enough for the men and the women to be attracted to, and few would accept that, then her body was a knockout. 

First, her shoulders, which were pretty broad and then her breasts that were way too large. You could clasp her waist and span them with your fingers intertwining behind. Her buttocks flared outwards, firm and round and her long, creamy legs were topped off with those strong thighs.

All in all, she was one hell of a woman!

Now, she shivered as she felt her son rubbing the bar of soap across her back, slowly lowering it to rub it across her lower back and then, back up again to rub it across her shoulders. She sat on a low stool as he allowed the bar of soap to slide over her back. Finally, in a hoarse voice she said, "Would you also do the front?"

Salim was taken aback. He had heard a lot of crude jokes among his fellow jihadis and had a vague idea of what sex was all about. None of the jokes however were ever associated with the woman taking the role of an aggressor.

"Whatever you say, ammi," he replied, stepping back to allow his mother to swivel around on the stool.

His mouth fell open when he saw the sight of his naked mother facing him. Those amazing breasts were now completely exposed to him and he stared at those huge pink nipples surrounded by the areola. 

Her hair was slightly wet at the temples and she pushed them back over her forehead. Her eyes sparkled when she saw him licking his lips and trying to hide his erection behind his robes. It was obvious he had an erection, and a raging one at that and she was amazed that she could see the bulge in spite of the loose robe he wore.

She tilted her face up at the ceiling and whispered, "First the face, my little he-man."

She always called him that and for a strange reason, he liked it.

He leaned close, somewhat uncomfortably, and ran the soap gently over his mother's beautiful face. She had squeezed her eyes shut and he took the opportunity at openly stare at the heaving breasts, drinking in the rare and wonderful sight.

Very often, Salim would go swimming with his younger sister and her best friend, Riana at the waterfall. But Nazneen and Riana always wore their knee length robes when they were under the waterfall. Even then, he would steal glances at their bodies and when they stood directly under the waterfall, he could clearly see their budding breasts through the gowns and invariably, he would end up having a raging erection, which he would then relieve by masturbating. He would swim far away from them and would quickly masturbate under the water without pulling down his shorts.

But this was the first time that he had ever seen naked breasts. And forget that they belonged to his mother they were for real. He never imagined that breasts would be this big and that nipples would be that prominent. Why, he thought, they almost looked like a pair of penises!

Added to the extremely erotic situation was the way that his mother was behaving. She seemed not to care that she was completely naked and he thought she was breathing harder than usual by the way her massive chest heaved.

He felt his penis growing inside his shorts that he wore underneath the robes and he flushed. The erection felt pretty uncomfortable and he longed to run away to his room, whip it out and masturbate. He knew that she was his mother, but by god, he had never seen a more beautiful and a sexier woman than her.

"If you are finished with the face, he-man, please do me here as well," she whispered throatily, indicating her breasts.

He almost passed out. His hands shook as he slowly reached out, making sure that it was the soap that touched her breasts and not his hands. He began to slide the bar back and forth across and over her breasts.

"Between them too, he-man," she said.

Her cleavage was so long and so deep, that the bar of soap almost disappeared inside. 

"And over the nipples," she reminded; now gently reaching out to grasp his hands and direct them over the top of her mounds.

She leaned back further on the stool and directed his hands down over her flat belly. It was quite astonishing, he thought, how like a washboard her belly was. He had seen other women who had borne children. They had saggy breasts and rounded bellies. But not his ammi, he thought proudly, rubbing the bar of soap over her belly before he felt the pressure of her hands forcing his down.

"You will have to squat, he-man so you can wash me here," she whimpered. 

His heart thudding wildly, his face flushed and his penis straining against his shorts, he sank down on his knees and now pressed the bar right over her crotch. 

"Ah, oh, ugh," she muttered, pressing his hand tighter to her crotch and pushing her hips forward, till she was sitting on the edge.

"W-when y-you a-are, ah, ah, rubbing, ugh, there, ah, spread the bubbles, oh yes, ah, over my, ah, legs!" she stammered, her eyes still squeezed shut.

And so it was that young Salim found himself crouching scant inches away from his mother, rubbing her crotch with one hand holding a bar of soap, while he ran his other hand gently, up and down those magnificent creamy, silk-smooth thighs and knees.

"Y-you will, ugh, h-have to, to, ah yes, c-clean it h-harder, he-man," she moaned and he looked up sharply at her. 

Her long hair was tied up in a bun to prevent them from getting wet, her eyes were shut and he noticed that she had now brought her hands up to caress and knead her breasts. Her knees had spread wide open and she was twitching on the stool.

He recalled what a fellow jehadi had once told him about how he had got his wife begging for more and he had described her condition.

"I'm telling you, she was as hot as a fucking pistol! She was lying on her back while I poked and caressed her cunt with my fingers and she stretched her legs wide open and screamed for me to fuck her!"

Only now, his mother wasn't screaming. Of course, there were a lot of 'ahs' and 'ohs' and she was twitching around the stool till he was afraid she would fall off. Her knees were completely open and boy, was she mauling her tits! 

He was now losing his inhibitions and he continued caressing her thighs even after the soap had been rinsed off. 

"Harder, he-man," she cried out harshly and he knew she was having a orgasm. 

He let the soap slip off his hands and she almost jumped off the stool when she felt his bare hand rubbing her pussy. He couldn't tell whether all the wetness there was only the water or she too was leaking. 

The important thing for him was that she wasn't objecting to his hands caressing her pussy. Emboldened, he tried to slip a finger inside her opening. He could see the pink, wide-open gash, but his finger missed the target. 

She bucked up on the stool. "Oh, ah, yes, yes, harder, he-man, harder...not like that, here, let me show you."

His joy knew no bounds when he felt his mother grab his hand and then his extended middle finger. She quickly brought the finger to her mouth and slid it inside. She sucked hard on it, allowing her tongue to run over it and then pushed it down and back to where it had been.

She guided his finger inside her hot vagina and moaned aloud when it buried inside. His amateurish fumbling made it more exciting, she thought, pushing her hips forward to suck the finger inside her.

"Ah yes, he-man, like that!" she cried out and this time, she bent her head down and opened her eyes.

He blushed when her blue eyes bore into his and she laughed wildly. 

"What's the matter, he-man, you shy?" she asked him, instinctively, rocking his wrist with her hand so that his finger began an in and out movement inside her voracious pussy.

He hastily looked away from her eyes and instead, stared in awe at the sight of his finger going in and out of her pussy.

"You shy?" she repeated, gasping for breath.

He shook his head, quickly glancing at her eyes before settling down to watch the awesome phenomena of his finger fucking her pussy.

"Ah, yes, fuck that finger in," she whimpered.

He was surprised and also strangely excited that his mother had used the forbidden word. By now, he knew just exactly what she needed, and this excited him even more.

Here was the most beautiful woman in the town, buck naked, wet with water and hot and horny, begging him to satisfy her. The only other time that he had been so thrilled was when his father had given him his first assault rifle in his hands.

But assault rifles and knives and rocket launchers, he thought, wasn't enough to make a man out of you. This was what was needed to complete the education. Once he would put his penis inside her, he would be the complete jehadi. 

He corkscrewed his finger inside her hot and wet opening and she squirmed on the stool, letting out a loud moan.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck that finger inside my cunt!" she cried out.

Astonished at the filthy language she spoke, and also excited, he obliged. He had heard enough from fellow jehadi's how this was done. He had once insisted that he be allowed to watch a couple of jehadis raping a woman from across the border, but he had been forbidden to do so. They had told him he was too young, and besides, why watch when he could participate in a year or two, one of them had joked. 

He was angry that they hadn't allowed him to watch and his fellow jehadis noticed it. And that was how his lessons had begun.

"First thing you do with a woman who wants you is to kiss her mouth. Not just lip to lip. You shove your tongue inside her mouth and ask her to suck on it. Later, if you like it, you can suck her tongue. Kissing is an inquiry on the first floor about the vacancy on the ground floor." 

They had all laughed at that.

"And then," a second man had said. "You go for the tits. Do what you want with them. I've heard it said that some women don't like it, but I've yet to come across a woman who doesn't like her nipples being licked and her tits being sucked. Lick the whole tit, not just the nipple."

Unable to restrain himself, the first man had blurted out, "That's when you come to base zero. Her cunt! Watch her writhe around when you put your mouth right on the top and suck on it. I mean, really suck on it! Grab her ass and pull her closer. Stick your tongue inside. You can easily see the hole and while you are at it, don't forget the clit. It's just above the vertical slit, but don't worry, you don't have to scope for it, because she will guide you there. Lick and suck."

"And then," continued the second man, "after she shudders and squirms and moans and groans, lie back and watch her go to work! Don't forget to shove your prick in her mouth. That's a must-do thing. Ask her to suck your cock: demand that for god's sake! You are a jehadi and what you want, you must get!"

Now, as he increased the speed of the in and out movements of his finger inside his mother's pussy, she began to writhe and buck. She went back to kneading her ample breasts, pinching her erect nipples, staring fixedly at the sight of his finger sawing in and out of her.

"Ah yes, he-man, come on, fuck my cunt with that finger! Fuck it harder, oh yes, ah, uh, ah yes, like that! Get your other hand up there and rub here!"

She released a breast and indicated the upper part of her vagina and he realized she was asking him to rub her clitoris. He slid his hand from her leg up her hips till his finger was probing at her clitoris.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes! Round and round, ah yes! Don't stop fucking my cunt with that finger! Oh yes, oh yes, harder, faster, deeper, you little he-man, ah yes, ugh, ugh, I'm almost there, now, now, fuck my cunt, fuck it, ah yes, yes, yes!"

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to taste her. He pulled out his finger and slipped the other one off her clitoris and in the same movement; he pulled himself between her outstretched knees.

Not bothering about the water on the floor, he grasped her thighs and dipped his head down between her legs.

"Uh? What? Oh god, oh god, yes, yes!" she cried out when she suddenly felt his mouth latch on to her thrusting pussy. She pressed it back onto his face and she screamed when he thrust his tongue inside. At the same time, his finger resumed rubbing her clitoris and suddenly, she was coming.

He kept his mouth on her crotch till she had drained off -- her taste was exciting, albeit a little strange. Finally, she pushed him away, grabbed his hair at the back of his head and looked lovingly into his eyes.

"Ah, you beautiful little he-man, where did you learn to eat cunt?" she asked him.

For the first time, he spoke. He cleared his throat and then said, "This is my first, ammi."

"You are lying!"

"I promise. You are the first one," he insisted and she believed him.

Gratefully, she bent down and put her open mouth over his. He recalled what his friends had told him and immediately opened his mouth as well, allowing her tongue to push into his mouth. He stabbed it with his own tongue and then forced his into hers till she began to suck on it. She began to move her head back and forth as if she was sucking his penis.

She pulled away. "Whew, you are hot!"

"Like you, ammi, like you," he replied.

"When we are alone together, you will not call me ammi anymore, understood?"

"Then what do I call you, amm...er?"

She screwed up her eyes, her hands fluffing the thin hair on the top of his head. He was still crouched in front of her.

"Call me mom, or mama or mum."

"But that's what the firangis call their mothers'!" he protested.

"I want you to call me that. And also call me as your whore, your slut, your bitch."

He was quiet, looking up at her, noticing the still heaving breasts.

"Okay?"

He nodded.

"And now, I want to see the he-man's cock. Come on, get out of that robe!"

"You are sure, amm...er...mom?"

"What the hell do you think? I want to see my son's cock! You have given your slut a good time, a very good time and now I want to give little he-man an equally, if not a better time. Come on!"

He got to his feet, his hands shaking as he disrobed. When he tossed the robe across the bathroom to the door where he had been standing moments ago, she gasped at the sight of his bulge inside his shorts.

"What kind of a rifle are you hiding there?" she asked breathlessly.

For the first time, he felt his inhibitions completely evaporate. He felt like he was ten feet tall as he slowly pushed his shorts down his legs.

His penis popped out like it had been a lion caged. Long and thin, it was nevertheless the first penis she had seen since a very long time and she couldn't help but gaze at it in awe.

She was seated barely a foot away from him and all she had to do now was to reach out with one hand to grasp it in her fist.

He groaned when he felt her slippery hand take a hold of his erection.

"Oh ammi, er, sorry, oh mom, that feels so fucking good."

He waited to hear her admonish him for using the prohibited word for though she had used them, he wasn't sure she would like him to say them. When she didn't say anything, but instead continued to gently masturbate his shaft, he groaned again.

"Oh mom, you do that for a minute more and I'm going to come!"

She giggled. "Are your balls filled up with come?"

"Yes, mom, yes!"

"Do you want to come now?"

"If you keep doing that, I will have to?"

"Are you hot for your bitch mom?"

"Yes, mom, I'm hot for you."

"Did your slut of a mom make you hard like that?"

"Yes mom, yes."

She stopped masturbating him and pulled him closer to her with his shaft.

"Your slut mom loved it when you played with her cunt. You made her come so hard when you shoved that delightful tongue inside her cunt and you made her come by the buckets. Don't you want your bitch mom to suck your cock in her mouth?"

He was positively hopping from one foot to another.

"Yes, whore mom, yes! Take your son's cock in that pretty sluttish mouth of yours and suck him till her comes!"




The Payback Ch. 02



"Do you want your whore to swallow all your come? Or do you want to see your come splatter all over her face and body?"

"Anything you like, mom, anything!"

Her tongue crept out and she let it dance lightly along the stem of his prick, making him shudder and cry out with passion and desire. 

"Doesn't little he-man want to touch and fondle his bitch mom's tits?"

Almost as if he was waiting for her to utter those very words, he plunged his hands down and reached out to take her large breasts in his hands. So soft, so pliant, so big and so wonderful, he thought as he squeezed the monstrous globes with his palms, surprised that even his big hands couldn't hold them completely.

She moaned, squeezing his shaft hard, and that helped, because the come that was threatening to erupt amazingly subsided. 

"Don't forget the nipples, he-man! Pinch them, ah yes, pinch those slut nipples like that, baby, oh yes, ah, harder, harder!"

Like her breasts, her nipples too were quite large. Of a deep pink color, they looked like a couple of bullets, surrounded as they were with the vast areola. He squeezed and pinched them, almost cruelly, and she seemed to like that because she put one hand around his buttocks, dragged her body closer between his legs and promptly put his penis into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he cried out hoarsely when he felt the hot mouth close around his shaft and for the first time in his life, he experienced a blowjob. "This feels so great, you big slut, ah, suck my cock like that, oh, oh..."

He had to utter the last words desperately because she was now letting her tongue run over the hard flesh, simultaneously, beginning to bob her pretty head back and forth.

His fingers tightened on her ripe breasts and he threw his head back in anguish: wanting to come and yet wanting to prolong the moment. 

He suddenly felt her mouth backing off till his penis was completely outside it.

"Suck it more, you bitch," he roared.

"Not if you don't watch me doing it," she purred.

He opened his eyes and looked down, his chest heaving with excitement as he gazed at his wet and slimy prick, dangling in front of her mouth. She held his scrotum with one hand while continuing to pull his buttocks with the other.

"Fuck your mama's face, he-man! Hold my head hard with your hands and fuck my face like it was my cunt!"

His eyes were covered with a film of sweat but he quickly raised his hands from her breasts to grab the back of her head. He undid the clip and the bun that she had made at the back of her head was undone, her long silky hair falling off it. He ran his hands through the silky sheen of the hair and held her head in place.

"Open your mouth, mama."

She did. She was looking up at him, gazing at him through the blue eyes.

He rammed his hips forward, jamming his prick into her mouth. She coughed, gagging; she had almost forgotten how it was to take a shaft into her mouth. But, she reckoned it was just the same as swimming. You learn how to swim and you never forget it for the rest of your life.

So she allowed the muscles at the back of her throat to relax. He grunted spasmodically when he felt his prick entering the constricted passage of her throat and almost exploded. He felt her hand slip up from his scrotum to the base of his penis and squeeze there. 

His mother had realized that he was close to coming and she had used the trick for the second time now: she wanted him to last longer than even he himself did. 

He drew back till his prick was almost out of her mouth, hearing the sounds of disappointment emanating from her and just as she was thinking that he had other ideas, he jammed back, this time even more furiously.

"Hmmf," she cried.

He twisted her hair up in one hand, pushed her head away as far as it would go and then began to thrust his shaft in and out of her mouth. Having been cooled off by his mother's squeeze at the base of his shaft, he was suddenly confident that he wouldn't come so soon and he redoubled his efforts.

She cupped his scrotum again and began fondling his huge balls. With the other hand, she pulled his buttocks closer to her head.

"Ah, mom, oh, ah, you suck so good, yes, yes, suck my cock, you dirty whore, suck it, ah yes, like that, mmm, more tongue, more tongue, ah, ah, what a pretty little slut you look like with my cock in your mouth!"

She kept his eyes on him, managing to smile at him with his shaft drilling her mouth. That turned him on further.

Finally, he pulled back, his hands going back to grip her swaying breasts.

"Now, now, mom, I want to put my cock inside your pretty cunt!"

She was gasping for breath and nodded. 

"Lie on you back here," she indicated the floor and he willingly obeyed her. 

"Spread your fucking legs!" she said shrilly.

He spread them apart as far as he could. She came off the stool and knelt beside him, shuffling closer so that she was finally hovering over him, her vagina just above his prick. She took hold of it and bending down, rubbed the tip over her slit. She shuddered and he did too.

"Now, now, my little he-man, you are going to have your first cunt!"

She swung one leg over his hip and settled down. He groaned and his body bucked when he felt the tip of his shaft slip inside her hot vagina.

It was like putting his shaft in boiling oil. 

"Ah, mother!"

"Yes!" she hissed. "Now, now, here it goes! Your cock is going to go right inside this hot cunt!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at her huge breasts as she slowly sat down on her haunches and suddenly he was completely inside her.

"Suck my tits while I fuck you."

He raised his head and captured one swollen nipple in his mouth. He grabbed her breasts and gave in to her expert administrations. She maneuvered her body on top of his, not just going down, but also sliding forward, so that she was now moving up and down and back and forth over him.

"Like?"

"Oh yes!"

"More?"

"Oh fuck, yes!"

"Is your whore's cunt hot?"

"Yes!"

"Is it tight?"

"Fucking tight!"

"Is it wet?"

"Yes, yes!"

Her breasts muffled his monosyllabic answers as she continued rocking on him. 

And then he felt it. In the beginning, he thought it was his imagination. But when it happened for the third time, he knew that it was her doing. She was using her vaginal muscles to squeeze his penis gently at first and then with increasing urgency.

He had masturbated a lot. He thought he had used all techniques that one could have. Gripping his penis with the fist, letting his fingers cover the crown and then slide back and forth, stroking with one hand while fondling his scrotum with another, stroking it with both hands...

But what his mother was doing with his penis inside her vagina was simply amazing. It felt like his shaft, feeling as hot as being inside a bottle of boiling oil, was pushed and pulled, gripped and released. And the most incredible thing was that she was no longer moving her body. She had gone suddenly still and was gazing at him, an impish look in her eyes. She was just working those muscles down there.

His hands tightened around her breasts and he gasped, "Oh fuck, mom, oh fuck, I-what t-the hell I-is happening, oh yes, god, do that, do that to my cock, mom, ah, yes, yes, like that..."

"Tell me when you are going to come," she told him in a calm voice.

"I-I don't w-want t-to come so soon," he gasped.

"Don't worry, he-man! There will be lots of other times like these. For now, your slut mum is happy that you made her so happy and she wants to pay back, okay?"

"O-ohh, mom, oh my god, your cunt is squeezing my cock so h-hard, oh god, mom!"

He grabbed her swaying breasts and stuffed one in his mouth, pinching the large nipple of the other. He spread his legs and raising them high, wrapped them around his mother's shoulders and though the position was difficult and awkward, he managed it because of his long legs.

She rubbed the sides of her silky smooth hips against the insides of his waist and continued rocking on top of him. Leaning down further, she put her open mouth on top of his. He was gasping for breath, so his mouth was already open and when she thrust her tongue inside, he seized it and began to suck hard on it.

Just as quickly, she pulled her mouth away from his.

"I want you to fuck me with you on top," she panted, slowing down.

He groaned, surprised that he still hadn't climaxed. Never before in his life had he ever experienced something like this. 

He let his mother push against his body, tripping him and rolling him over till she was lying on her back, urging him to straddle her.

His penis was still lodged inside her vagina and he managed to keep it just like that as he half-rose and got on top of her voluptuous body.

"Now, fuck your whore mum hard, my he-man! Fuck that cunt with your hard cock!"

At first, his movements were rather clumsy as he struggled to maintain his balance, but she steadied him with her hands on his back.

"Easy, easy! This pussy isn't going to run away. Relax, ah, yes, now, now, shove that dick inside me!"

She reached down and stuffed the length of his penis that had slipped out. He thrust downwards and she bucked her hips.

"Ugh! Ah! That feels so good, son! Fuck your mother now, ah yes, harder, you little he-man, fuck that cock inside!"

He began to hammer into her now that he had gotten a hang of it. His hands groped for her breasts and she arched her back to offer them to his greedy hands. He mauled them savagely, increasing the pace of his thrusts, aware that their thighs were making an unnaturally loud noise in the confines of the bathroom.

"Ah, so long, its been so long, give it to me, he-man, give your randy cock to your slut mom! Fuck me, oh yes, yes, harder, yes, fuck, fuck, oh god, you are doing just fine, a little faster, he-man, oh god, oh yes!"

Her hands slipped down his bare back and she grasped his buttocks with them, squeezing the pliant flesh there. She hooked her hand and thrust it between his rocking legs from behind, trying to grasp his scrotum.

He bent his head and licked her jiggling breasts, sliding his tongue over the engorged nipples.

"Oh god, mom, you are so hot," he said between licks. "You are so beautiful, oh god, oh yes, my cock, my cock feels so good in your tight cunt, oh god, its so hot there, my god, mom, yes, yes, lift your legs like that and fuck me back, mom, oh yes!"

She was lifting her hips and rocking back against him.

"Oh god, mom, w-what, o-oh I-I feel it coming, mom!"

"Are you coming he-man?"

"I think so, mom, yes, yes, I am going to come!"

"Tell me when, I told you to tell me when!"

"Now! Oh yes, now!"

Quickly, she pushed him away, rolled him over again, dislodging his penis from the warmth of her milking pussy and squirmed down his body. She gripped the throbbing member in her fist now and furiously began to jerk it up and down, staring at it with her wide blue eyes.

"Yes, yes, my he-man! Come now come for mother! Spill it out!"

He didn't have to be told by her because by the time she had jerked his shaft the third time, he was exploding. 

He leaned forward and watched with a rapt expression. He was spraying his seed wildly and his mother had leaned close to his shaft, which meant that she was taking the fiery hot liquid directly on her pretty face. 

"Ah, fuck, oh my god, oh you are the greatest, mom, oh god, you look so sexy like that, all my come over your face, oh yes, mom, yes, yes!"

She looked up at him and smiled. He watched when she stabbed at his juices with her pink tongue, licking it off.

There was quite a lot of his semen running down her face and when she rose, he watched the pearly drops dribbling down her face and drop on her heaving breasts.

From that moment of his life, he knew that his mother possessed not just his body, but his soul as well.

*******

He was crazy about her. He worshipped her, worshipped her beautiful body and the world be damned. 

She literally possessed him and she knew it. She loved it. She wanted it. 

During the first week after the episode, he just couldn't keep his hands off her. Touching her body became so much of an obsession with him that she had to finally tell him to take it easy.

"You can't do this at such places," she had told him when he had casually slid his hand in her blouse when they were at a gaudy shop that sold meat. The butcher had disappeared inside the display room to select 'the best one there was' and he had promptly walked behind his mother and slipped his hands through her loose black burqua she was wearing.

That garment was always an impediment, he had thought. It covered her voluptuous body, hiding those delicious womanly curves and it was dull and drab. 

"He isn't going to be back for at least a couple of minutes, mom," he had insisted, fondling her ripe breasts encased inside her bra. 

In spite of herself, she had shuddered, leaning back against him and quickly squeezing his bulge. 

"Hold your horses till we get back home," she had whispered.

When they had reached home, all hot and bothered, they had simply shut the kitchen door, tossed the bag of meat onto the platform and attacked each other. He had taken her from behind, she, clutching the edge of the sink, her loose burqua bunched up at her waist, his pants around his knees on the floor and his hands mauling her large breasts, as she herself pulled down the bra down over them.

Another time, Nazneen almost caught them. Again, they were in the kitchen and she was leaning on the platform with her back to him. His erection rubbed against her buttocks and he was thankful that at least at home, she didn't have to wear the dreadful burqua. With one hand, he was kneading one full breast and he had his other hand inside her gown, rubbing her vaginal lips. Because she had her head leaning against his shoulder, she glimpsed the shadow of her daughter before Nazeen could enter in the kitchen and she had quickly stepped away.

He moved from room and occupied the one that was next to hers. The advantage was that the bathroom for both bedrooms was common, and therefore, if they could stifle their gasps, their cries and their moans, they could easily have each other with the bathroom door locked, and to hell with everybody. 

And when there was no one home, they could really enjoy to their heart's content in the bathroom. Strangely, both of them found the bathroom to be the most exciting place for their activities. 

Nazneen would go out with Riana for her daily morning swim, which lasted for at least an hour and a half. His sister was baffled by his adamant refusal to accompany her to the lake. He had always been the one who would hanker after her to hurry up and now suddenly, he just refused! Nazneen knew that her brother had his eyes on her friend Riana and she also knew that Riana was more than interested.

Even as Zohra would be waving goodbye to her daughter from her window on the first floor, Salim would be on his knees, making sure he would remain unseen from the window. He would bury his face between her legs after getting it inside the loose gown she wore quite frequently.

Once Nazneen disappeared from her view, she would join him on the floor and giggling, she would lead him to the bathroom. They loved to bathe each other. Of course, the areas that their hands lingered most were obvious. So while she would be gently soaping his hard penis, he would be rubbing a bar of soap over her ample chest. And when she was done soaping his penis, she would ask him to spread it over her belly and vagina.

Invariably, she would end up kneeling on the wet tiles, his penis stuffed in her mouth and he would tell her that he wanted to go down on her first. She settled that by introducing him to the art of sixty-nine. 

The first time, she lay on her back on the tiles, legs spread wide apart, her breasts heaving with excitement.

"Now, lie on top of me facing the other way. Put your face between my legs on my cunt and fuck my mouth at the same time."

He went berserk. He simply adored the position.

And then suddenly, came the time that he had to go away to the jungles in the early morning only to finish the hard days training there and return only at night. Sometimes, he wouldn't be able to return for two days on the trot.

That was when he realized that his mother had taken his soul!

Even when his fellow jehadis had captured half a dozen young girls from across the border, nubile young beautiful things, his mind was filled with the visions of his more beautiful mother. 

The closest he had come to really getting hard and enjoying a wild romp ever since his mother happened to him was when they had captured a Russian woman.

She wasn't as pretty as his mother, but was almost there. Even his friends were surprised at how long he had kept up with the Russian.

"Seemed you liked that white bitch, Salim," one of them remarked.

"Oh! I was feeling horny as hell today."

"And why today? Rest of the times you don't seem to be interested! Is it because she is white?"

Pink, he thought, and almost said it loud.

Just like his mother!" 



The Payback Ch. 03



NOW

Tonight, the Mighty One was certainly having his problems. Riana, his sister's best friend, and now his wife, was desperate for sex: she was positively in heat. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it. His penis refused to get erect.

"Oh my god, Salim," Riana panted, crouched on her knees in front of the chair on which he was sitting. "All day long you play your little games with those monsters. You yell at them to be men and that they should be prepared to give their lives! You make tall speeches and lofty promises. And yet, when I want you to fuck me, what do we have here?" She grabbed his limp penis and yanked it. "Not that I'm expecting the Eiffel Tower, but god, this is humiliating!"

He flushed. One part of his brain was furious at her taunting and yet he kept his cool. He had learnt it from his father. Never be angry with your wife. Damn the clergy that tells you to take control of situations. When you can't do something that is expected of you, accept it and learn to do it even if it is going to take time. Or, find a quick solution.

Riana was a firecracker of a woman. The first two years after their marriage, they had been at each other practically every time they had an opportunity. 

She had been a virgin when they had married. Of course, that was to be expected. The group (and his natural leadership qualities) had chosen him the Area Commander and his fanatic hatred for all things western had created a big fan following not only among the jehadis, but also around the entire town. 

Riana was his sister's best friend. Nazneen, his sister, was just a year older than his wife and the two really liked each other. It was Nazneen who had first broached the subject of Riana as a possible candidate for his wife's post -- he was one of the most eligible bachelors around the entire area. And he had grabbed the opportunity with both hands -- literally.

The first half a year or so after their marriage, he now realized were a blitz for both of them, primarily because his mother had gone to live with her sister in London. Initially, he spent a couple of weeks in the jungle, ostensibly to train the jehadis in guerilla warfare, but really to mope over his mother's absence. Zohra had become THE prime motivating factor in his life. 

In the jungles, the jehadis were surprised that their Commander, newly married, could leave his young wife alone and stay with them. But what they saw there was a new Salim. Dark, brooding, moping and angry most of the times, Salim took them through some very extreme drills. 

The first week especially was hell for the new jehadis trained from across the border. Salim made them do the impossible and kept them under the pressure till the impossible was achieved. He had made them crawl their way across the mountains to Pakistan, east of the jungle and massacre an entire force of elite troops so that they could bring back a sophisticated cache of arms.

The jehadis were jubilant when they had managed it and credited it entirely to Salim's dynamic leadership. Salim, himself, was surprised that they had managed it.

Into the second week, Salim had begun to drink heavily, and though liquor was basically taboo, the rest enjoyed it. And then one day, he had ordered the same group to go up north and get a Russian woman.

His deputy, Liaquat, who had been with him since his early days and who had also been witness to Salim's first liaison with an Russian woman had quipped, "Ah! So that's what ails the Mighty One!"

The name had stuck.

"What the hell do you mean?" Salim had asked sourly.

"You want to fuck with white women!" Liaquat had laughed. 

"So what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Liaquat chuckled. "You have a pretty little wife waiting for you. You do injustice to her."

"I can't possibly get her to accompany me to the jungle, can I?" Salim growled.

"No, no. But you could certainly have postponed this training. After all, you have been married only recently. We could have done this next month."

"And you expect that the elite group would still be there? We got stinger missiles, surface to surface and a couple of dozen of AK47's. And that ammunition!"

"Ok, ok! What's with the white women?"

"Pink," Salim replied instinctively.

"Alright, pink. You got something going for pink women?"

"I love to fuck with them. Anything wrong?"

Liaquat had sneaked away laughing.

Three hours later, the new men, now trained by the Mighty One had indeed managed to sneak across not just one, but five Russian women.

He had chosen the one in her early thirties. 

Omar, the youngest of his friends had grinned at his choice. "You always pick the sexiest one you know, not the youngest nor the most beautiful!"

"The youngest know not how to fuck and those you call beautiful are as thin as waif. You can have them."

So while over a dozen and a half men fell upon the hapless four women, he led the woman he had chosen to his tent.

She was pink all over, large breasted, large hipped and with a narrow waist. She also had blue eyes.

"One thing you must do if you want to escape being gang banged by that bunch of hooligans," he had informed her in broken English.

"W-what?" the woman's lips were trembling, as she stood naked in front of him. She could clearly hear the sounds of grunts and groans of the men and the stifled cries of her friends, as the group outside began their celebrations. 

He lazily unbuckled his fatigues. He had seemed to be in a hurry after he had ripped her dress to pieces as soon as he had led her inside the tent.

"You must call me he-man," he intoned, his khakis falling to the floor. There was a large tent inside his shorts. Ignoring it, he began to unbutton his tunic, his eyes on her breasts.

She cocked her eyes at him quizzically and nodded.

"Second, you will talk dirty when we are fucking."

She hesitated and then nodded again.

"Third, you will not comment when I call you names."

"O-okay."

"Come here, go down on your knees. Suck my cock," he commanded.

She fell to her knees in front of him and tentatively reached for his turgid shaft. He sank his hands into her blonde hair and pulled her head roughly towards him.

"Now!" he commanded harshly.

The woman opened her mouth and took his manhood in her mouth. She began to bob her head back and forth.

"Use your tongue, bitch. Make it wet!"

She obeyed.

"And always look into my eyes."

She did. Her tongue swept across the cylinder even as she worked it deeper into her mouth.

"Fondle my balls," he told her.

She brought one hand to his heavy scrotum and fondled them.

He reached down and grasped her ample breasts, kneading them. "Such big tits! You whores all seem to be endowed with these!"

She continued sucking on him, corkscrewing her head round and round and then whipping it from side to side.

"Give me a good time, slut, and you will get off lightly. Any signs of reluctance and its goodbye to all that. Know what I can see through this opening?"

With his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, she looked towards the flap of the tent where he had indicated.

"That young red headed girl, you know her?"

She managed to nod without stopping the sucking.

"Well, she's astride one guy who's got his cock in her pussy and a fat guy's on top of them with his cock plugging her ass. She's also got three guys kneeling in front and she's forced to take turns sucking on one cock and jacking off the other two that she's not sucking. Want to experience that?"

Terrified, the woman shook her head violently. 

"Good! Show me a good time, ammi!" 

She didn't understand the last word, but smiled weakly at him. Keeping the top of his shaft in her mouth, still fondling his scrotum with one hand, she brought the other hand up to grasp the part of his shaft that was still outside her mouth and began to push and pull on it.

"A real good time," he repeated, shuddering and shivering as he stared into her blue eyes.

The woman drew back, cupping her breasts. They were extraordinarily large with equally large nipples capping them. 

"I give you very much pleasure, sir." Her English was worse than his.

He let go one breast and slapped her across her cheek.

"I said that you are to call me he-man." 

She could hear the ringing in her ears and her eyes watered.

"I-I g-give you v-very much pleasure, h-he-man," she stammered.

"You sound like a fucking hen that is about to be slaughtered. You must talk sexy, really sexy."

She managed a dreadful smile and pouted. "Now I show my he-man what it is like to have good sex."

Still on her knees, she lowered her face and spat in the valley between her breasts. 

"I fuck my he-man with my big tits, see?"

She leaned forward and wrapped her breasts around his pulsating shaft.

He shuddered, his hands instinctively reaching down to push her breasts together, trapping his shaft there.

She began to rock up and down on her knees, masturbating his penis between her breasts, looking back up at his eyes.

"He-man likes?"

"Oh yes, that's good! I wonder why ammi did not teach me that! Doesn't matter, I will tell her about this when she returns. Oh, yes, it feels like I am fucking a cunt! Faster, you slut, ah yes, squeeze those tits harder around my cock. Fuck it, yes, fuck it, fuck it!"

"Yes, yes, fuck my big tits! Fuck them hard, oh yes, harder, fuck these whore tits! Fuck your cock into my white tits, he-man!" 

Two minutes into it and he was shooting his pearly come all over her breasts and face.

"Ah, you bitch ammi! Whore ammi! Slut ammi! You are so good! Spread all that come on your tits and lick your hands, yes, like that!"

He kept his word. Liaquat and a few other men wanted her. He refused, saying that she was to be escorted back to the Russian border without any harm done to her.

They obeyed.

After all, he was their Mighty One.

********

As the Mighty One now watched his wife stuffing his organ in her mouth, trying valiantly to pump some life into it, he imagined that it was his mother doing it. 

His penis stirred, showing some kind of life and Riana noticed it and redoubled her efforts. She took him deep into her mouth till her nose was pressed against his pubic hair: it wasn't difficult to take the entire length of his limp penis completely into her mouth, because whenever he was limp he was scarcely three inches long.

And then just as suddenly, the vision of his mother faded away. At this moment, she was on the first floor, chatting with his nosy kids.

Why wouldn't kids these days go to bed early, he thought? And why did they need company at night before they fell asleep?

It was always like this. Both Asif and Parveen always needed their granny to chat with them for at least an hour before they went to bed. And that put him into a predicament.

Riana realized that her efforts were going to vain. Desperately, she drew back and slapped her breasts with his penis. But it was futile.

Not that Riana wasn't a firecracker, he thought. It was just that Zohra was a bomb!

He recalled the delightful time that they had after their marriage. When he had come back from the jungle, he had felt guilty that he had ignored Riana, although his wife was proud that he was now the Mighty One. She had really thought that his work had taken him away. 

He had ensured that they had had a fantastic honeymoon (though it was in the house itself) and he had been very gentle when he took her virginity. The next three days were equally delightful, with Salim showing his new wife the various methods of making love. 

He had used his hands, his mouth, his tongue and finally his organ in ways that she had never thought were possible. What she didn't know was that just before he entered their room, his mother was priming him!

Salim would always follow his wife at least an hour after she went to bed. While she would eagerly wait for him, Zohra would creep into her son's study and get him ready. 

No one was allowed in his study room, but he had given a spare set of keys to his mother. 

His sister slept in another wing, opposite the study and everybody knew that Nazneen was a deep sleeper. That gave mother and son ample opportunity to go at each other.

The four days they had after their marriage followed the same pattern. He would have his mother slumped back against the chair, her legs draped over the arm rests, gown hiked high above her waist. He would kneel down on the floor and stuff his face between her legs (she never wore panties during such liaisons) and would suck and lick her sex. He had become some kind of an expert at that, of course with her guidance.

She would pull the straps of the gown down (never wore a bra either) her shoulders and would cup and knead her breasts as her son brought her to an orgasm. 

She would then fondle him in her own unique ways. Often, she would use her feet to masturbate his throbbing penis. Or, she would stand behind him, her breasts pressed against his back while she would masturbate him from behind. Finally, she would take him in her mouth.

Always, she was careful to stop him from coming. She had this knack of squeezing exactly the spot that would stop his climax, but still keep his penis rock hard.

After about ten to fifteen minutes together, she would tell him it was time for her to go and she would disappear, leaving behind a very horny man indeed.

He would hurry to his room where his new wife would be waiting for him. Riana would never know what hit her. He would be incredibly passionate and extremely aroused. First thing he always did was to dive between her long legs and settle down to lap her between her legs.

Riana would have her first orgasm.

Next, he would kiss her mouth, putting his tongue in her mouth. The smell of her sex would be on his mouth (she wouldn't know that mixed in the smell, was the smell of his mother too) while he would use his fingers to rub her clitoris: up and down; round and round.

Riana would have her second orgasm.

Third, he would settle down to suck and lick her sensitive firm breasts while slowly sliding his finger inside her. She would grasp his penis and jerk him off with increasing passion, as he would fondle her clitoris and finally shove his finger inside her boiling vulva.

Riana would have her third orgasm.

Finally, he would mount her, missionary position in the beginning, thrusting his raging hard on deep inside her. He would begin to stroke his throbbing organ inside her and she would put her arms around his shoulders and her long legs around his pumping buttocks. He would raise the top half of his body and rest the weight of it on his palms and look at her breasts while he would continue to pump like a mad man.

He always threw back his head and that would signal the onset of his climax. She would splutter and moan, begging him to release the hot torrent of his juices inside her body and soon, he would oblige. 

In the mornings, Riana would wake up to find him gone. He would always tell her the night before to wait for him while he finished his early morning work. And while Riana would bathe in the newly constructed attached bathroom, he would be down in his study with his mother, who would be priming him yet again. 

On one occasion, the third morning after his marriage, Zohra had allowed him to slide his hard organ into her vagina after the two of them were driven to despair by passion. She was helping him out with the finer points of a sixty-nine, with him on top of her voluptuous body. While he buried his face between her creamy legs, stabbing his tongue repeatedly into her moist opening, he was driving his organ in and out of her impossibly widely stretched mouth. 

She had finally pushed his hips away and gasped, "Put your cock in me, he-man and damned Riana!"

He was pleased, that much she could tell. Though he loved to make love to his wife and though Riana was a very beautiful and sexy girl, nothing pleased him more than making it with his mother. She was his architect, he thought, his creator and giver and teacher. There was no one as perfect as her!

Eagerly, he had reversed his position, flipped his mother over to her back and entered her from behind.

"Aah, ugh, oh my dear god, I missed your darling cock!" she panted.

It helped that she had a violent orgasm even as he had stroked just half a dozen times inside her, for she suddenly came to her senses. She didn't want to deprive Riana of her share, and so she managed to push him away.

"Quick, now, my little he-man! Run up to your wife and fuck her real good!"

"But I want to fuck you," he had answered, disappointment writ all over his face.

"No, not so soon! Go to her. Do as I say!" she had said vehemently.

And so it was that Riana, much to her pleasant surprise, found her husband attacking her when she was still standing under the shower. 

"W-what?" she had cried out, her eyes opening in shock, when she first felt him pressing his body into her back and cupping her breasts from behind. When she realized it was Salim, she relaxed.

He nuzzled her neck and kissed her there, thumbing her nipples that rapidly grew in size. They were super sensitive and now, with her husband fondling her large breasts and pinching her nipples, she was aroused like never before.

He had bent her across the sink and taken her from behind, a unique position for her, though she always liked him to be on top between her legs so that she could feel his entire length traversing the warmth and wetness of her vagina. But his hands mauling her breasts, his lips planting tiny moist kisses along her back and his rigid member thrusting in and out of her from behind were sensations she had never experienced before and she was rapturous. 

And then his mother had announced that she was going to London with her younger sister who lived there and had come down especially to attend his wedding. 

He was shattered.

It was the jungles for two weeks after Zohra went away.

The night before she left, he had crept into her room. His aunt was snoring by his mother's side and he first put his mouth over her mouth and motioned for her to follow him.

In his study, he bolted the door and turned to his mother.

"Why? Why are you leaving?"

She hesitated, and then spoke firmly, "I'll be back, he-man."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You have a wife now, he-man. And you have certain responsibilities. I understand that you are quite a big man in the group and you will soon succeed that wily old fart that calls himself the leader of our pack. That means you have to have children and with me around, this might not work."

"It will," he protested. "I fuck Riana at least twice daily and fill her cunt with my seed. She will get pregnant soon. Please don't leave. I am afraid I may not be able to make it without you."

"That is why I must go. You have to learn to fuck with your wife without needing my services. It is dangerous. Nazneen is already suspicious."

He was surprised. "Nazneen?"

"Yes. Apparently, she woke up early yesterday and had to go to the bathroom. She asked me what I was doing in your room. Seems that she heard...um...voices."

"But, ammi, I need you!"

"Riana needs you more, remember."

He was quiet for some time and then he looked up at her. His eyes were wet and his lips quivered. Her heart went out to him.

"Tell you what, he-man?"

"Hmm?"

"Let's have a farewell fuck!"

Looking at her, dressed in that tempting gown, low cut in front and short enough to reveal her hips, he suddenly found his organ getting hard.

"Yes, ammi, let's have a real fuck. We haven't had it for a long time."

Her hands pulled the cord that tied the gown to her body and all she had to do was shrug to let it fall in a heap over her thighs. She wore white panties and white bra. His heart began doing those familiar somersaults when he looked at the bulging bra.




The Payback Ch. 03



"But first," she whispered, walking to him and going down on her knees, her hands reaching out to the thick cord that held his pajamas. "First, let's start this the way I want it. Your randy cock fucking my mouth!"

He stood there watching his mother pull those pajamas down his legs. Swiftly, he got rid of the loose shirt he was wearing.

He groaned when he felt her hands touching his erection.

"My, my! Such a lovely cock! I can't wait, he-man!"

She bent forward and opening her mouth, stuffed the pulsating organ deep into her mouth. She put her hands around his buttocks and pulled him closer, her head already bobbing over his member.

He gripped the back of her head and commenced to rock back and forth steadily, just the way she liked it.

"Ah, you big little slut mom, take my cock in your mouth and suck it! Oh god, you are the best there is!"

"Hmm," she hummed.

He pulled her hair, jerking her head back. "Now, keep your head still, bitch mom. I'm going to fuck your face."

And she let him. His penis grew larger and larger till it was pushing into her throat. She took him there and he grunted and groaned.

Suddenly, he pulled away, pushing her to her back on the floor. She lay there, her legs wide apart and raised and gazed at him. He lowered his body on top of hers and she grabbed his erection, guiding him to her wet insides.

"Ah!" he sighed as he entered her.

For the next ten minutes, he moved back and forth on top of her, sending his prick in and out of her hot and wet vagina. She clutched his body close to her.

For the first time, she let him come inside her.

And the next day, she was gone.

Thus began his two weeks of isolation from his family as he went away with the other jehadis to the jungle.

The incident with the Russian woman perhaps brought him back to his senses. The more he thought of it, the more he missed Riana.

He decided to get back home.

And so it was that Riana enjoyed the next few months like she never had before. She was moved when her husband placed a photograph of his mother on the table next to their bed. He must be missing his dear ammi, she thought. In the photograph, Riana had to admit that his mother, smiling gaily at the camera, dressed in western clothes, looked ravishing and so young.

The first night after he returned from the jungles, he had taught her how to make him hard by using her mouth. Riana, of course had heard a lot about it, and even if she privately thought that it would be disgusting, she wanted to do what he wanted. Plus, didn't he suck and lick her down there? And that felt so good! Why not make him feel good too? Besides, he would really get all hard and hot and bothered when she did that.

"Lick around the cock first," he had instructed, straddling her body, his knees resting on either sides of her prone body.

She blushed when she heard him utter the prohibited word, but was strangely excited. 

Tentatively at first, she let the tip of her tongue stab at the tip of his organ, and deciding that it wasn't so bad at all, she began to enthusiastically, lick more and more of the underside of his shaft, delighting in the way it made him groan and twitch his body.

"Oh yes, oh yes, now put it in your mouth!"

She was surprised that she had no hesitation at all in obeying him. But for him, she was ready for anything.

She took as much of the length of his throbbing member in her mouth as was possible. It had become fully erect by now and she had to really stretch her mouth wide open to accommodate it inside.

"Rest your head on the pillow. I want to fuck your face," he said.

She was grateful for that for her neck had begun to get uncomfortable.

She let her head fall back on the soft pillow and watched him getting on his fours, hovering above her. He's my tiger, she thought happily, the Mighty One. And he's all mine! She would do anything for him.

He arranged his body above her so that all she could now see was a close up view of his enormous penis and his large scrotum. He grasped the bedstead with his hands and lowered his organ into her waiting, open mouth.

Her mouth could just accommodate the girth of his hardness and when he thrust into her, it was just like he would thrust into her vagina. At first, she gagged, almost choking. Tears sprung to her eyes.

He backed off and she could hear his voice distantly asking her if he had been too rough. There was no chance of any answer because he had thrust it back inside her mouth. She felt the fat head hitting the back of her throat and she choked again, fighting back the tears.

Anything for my Mighty One! She struggled to let the muscles there to relax, just as she had managed to relax the muscles of her vagina when he had first penetrated her there.

"Spit it out," he commanded.

She spat it out, surprised at the copious amount of her saliva that was now coated on the hard cylinder. 

"See? You are going to be a natural at sucking cock," he told her, leaning back to look at her face and his penis. "Now, open your mouth again, wider this time, okay? You will get used to it."

So she opened her mouth again and he lowered his organ back into her mouth. This time, he did not thrust it in all the way. Instead, he began to move his body to and fro, up and down, feet firmly planted on the bed, pretty much like he was sitting on a hammock and she was lying below. Her head was still as he dipped his member in and pulled it out, in and out, repeating the procedure all over again and again. He was careful to push just a couple of inches inside her mouth.

"That feels good?" he asked, unnecessarily, because her mouth was stuffed with him.

"Hmm," she replied, trying to nod.

"No. Don't move. Just let me do the fucking. I feel just like I'm fucking your hot, tight cunt! Run your tongue over it, baby."

She struggled to obey, and eventually managed to do it.

"Ah! Like I said. You are a natural! Oh! That feels so fucking good! Oh yes, oh yes, I love fucking your face! I love it when you sweep that tongue all over it!"

He reached down and cradled the back of her head with his hands.

"Now, honey-pot, I am going to sock it to you. And when I shove my cock into your mouth, I am going to pull your face to me. When I pull out, you are going to rock your head back. Do you get the idea?"

His organ was still inside her mouth, so she once again said, "Hmm," and tried to nod.

"Well, here goes," he said and in one quick motion, thrust his hips down, simultaneously pulling her head up into his crotch.

"Ugh!" she cried when the tip of his penis lodged in the back of her throat. Almost as quickly, he pulled back. She hastily rocked her head backward.

"Oh yeah, that's so good. You got it, baby!" he whimpered and once again thrust his penis inside her.

"It's just like when you were lifting your hips to sock your cunt right back to fuck my cock, isn't it? Tighten your lips around that dick, honey-pot. Oh yes, that is good. Now, now, yes, yes, that's the way to fuck a face!"

He stroked perhaps a dozen times and to her it was all a blur. He groaned and his body twitched and turned, shuddered and jerked spasmodically.

Finally, he pulled his penis out of her mouth and she breathed deeply. He noticed her breasts heave when she took in the deep breath and his hands cupped them. He was still kneeling over her although he had let her head fall back on the pillow.

He dragged his knees backward till they were pressed into the bed beside her waist.

"And now, my beautiful little slut, I am going to teach you another delightful way of fucking!"

She was excited because she thought he was finally going to put his organ inside her wet and hot vagina and she almost ignored the fact that he had called her his slut.

Instead of sliding all the way down, she was surprised when he quit moving when he had barely slid down to her midriff. He rubbed his wet penis over her engorged nipples and she moaned at the wet feel of it. 

"I'm going to fuck your tits," he gasped, laying his organ between her firm breasts.

"Press them together," he said harshly.

Bewildered, she obeyed. His wet, slimy penis was now trapped between her breasts.

"Hold them like that," he said and then began to rock his body back and forth over her.

She understood. He was masturbating his organ between her breasts and suddenly, she felt like she was on fire. The feel of his throbbing shaft felt strangely erotic and she raised her face to gaze at the sight of his member gliding to and fro in her cleavage.

Her nipples were swollen and her cleavage looked quite large from the angle that she was looking from. Piercing the cleavage, his shaft looked absolutely huge. It would pop out from the top of her cleavage when he rocked forward and disappear when he pulled back.

"You like it?" he gasped.

"Y-yes, yes, oh yes, I like that! Do it faster!"

He laughed delightedly and it sounded like a gurgle. 

"Tell me what you like," he said, continuing to pump his organ back and forth between her luscious breasts.

"I like your thing doing that to my breasts," she replied.

He suddenly stopped moving. His hands covered hers and he pushed her breasts together tightly.

"Say it like it is. Tell me that you like it when I fuck your tits with my cock!"

She was beyond caring. She giggled and said, "Oh Mighty One, I love it when you fuck my tits with your mighty cock! But please don't stop, fuck my tits harder, now, faster and faster!"

He was satisfied. But he still did not move. Impatiently, she moved her body back and forth on the bed. 

He pulled the pillow and said, "Raise your head."

When she did, he stuffed the pillow underneath her head and now she got the general idea.

"When I fuck in, my cock is going to come out from the top of your tits. I want you to keep your mouth open so that I can also fuck your mouth at the same time."

Eagerly, she complied and he began. She felt ecstatic, though she knew that this kind of thing wasn't going to give her an orgasm. But the feel of his penis against the sides of her breasts felt titillating and erotic and she wanted more of it. She didn't care if she wouldn't orgasm as long as he would.

"Is your cunt hot, baby? You want something in your hole?"

"Oh yes, please."

He paused. "I've an idea. I'll fuck your tits from above your head so I can bend down and suck your cunt at the same time."

She almost came at the thought of it and eagerly waited as he reversed his position on top of her. Standing above her head, his prick dangling in front of her eyes, he crouched down. He slid his prick in the valley of her breasts from the top and then bending down, put his mouth squarely on her wet mound. 

She cried out, wrapping her legs around his neck and beginning to move her entire body up and down the bed. His scrotum swayed above her mouth as his prick slid in and out of her cleavage and though she could not see it, she could feel it. It felt better when it was in this position, better than when he was doing it the other way round. 

She instinctively stuck her tongue out and began to lick his swaying balls avidly. He grunted, picking up speed, both with his prick between her breasts and his tongue invading her vagina. 

She cried out when she felt his tongue stabbing at her moist opening, licking the folds before he slid it inside. Her buttocks came off the bed when he began to slide his tongue in and out of her vagina.

Her voice was muffled. "Oh yes, oh yes, put it in like that, oh yes, fuck my cunt with your tongue, oh god, it feels so good, so good!"

Her hands moved and she now held the outer sides of her breasts and pushed them harder towards each other, wanting to feel his shaft molded as it was against the inner sides of her heaving chest. 

She had been on the edge all the time. Ever since he had gone to the jungles, she had missed him and his spontaneous lovemaking. She would remember that day when he had entered the bathroom and made wild love to her, those numerous occasions when he had sucked the juices off her and those hard, fast strokes he had for her whenever he had put his penis inside her. 

Now, with his shaft sliding back and forth between her breasts, his scrotum in her mouth and his delightful tongue fluttering inside her opening, finally, the finger rubbing her swollen clitoris, she let herself go. 

"Ah, oh, ugh, oh, oh, do it now, harder, oh yes, fuck it harder, oh my god, yes, yes, now, now, NOW!"

He jammed a finger inside her mound and she finally came. She shrieked, raised her buttocks off the bed, in the process, lifting his face resting between her legs and almost biting his scrotum.

He opened his mouth and put it over her entire mound: at least as much as was possible and sucked furiously as if he wanted to drain her insides out from the opening. He felt her squirting her juices and there was so much of it that for a moment he wondered if she was urinating.

She felt drained and her legs slid off his neck. He was still moving his shaft back and forth between her breasts and he still had his mouth over her mound.

"Oh god, Salim, please, please, stop it. I can't take it anymore! Just fuck my tits and come now. I want to feel your seed spurting between them."

He straightened immediately, pulling her body down and across the bed till her head completely left it and dangled down the edge. He stood on the floor and arranged his penis between her breasts again. 

This time, she grasped the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together, at the same time extending her long tongue to push the tip into his rectum. The angle at which he was bent over her, made it possible for her to do that and he shuddered in delight, wondering where she had possibly learnt this art.

"Oh yes," he gasped, rocking back and forth, his hands covering hers and forcing them to press the breasts together till the nipples almost joined at the top. "Oh yes, lick my ass, baby, lick it!"

The invasion of her velvety tongue triggered off his orgasm sooner than he thought it would. He arched his back, sent his penis coursing through her ample cleavage and making animal like noises, he exploded.

The semen rained down through her cleavage and on to her belly. She was astonished that this brought another mini-orgasm rising through her body and she gratefully accepted the hot spurt of his seed splashing over her breasts now as he pulled his penis out of her cleavage. He directed his shaft so that the remaining juices splashed over her face and she opened her mouth to let it enter inside, hurriedly swallowing. 

When he was finally finished, he flopped down on the bed beside her, rolling over, facing away from his wife while she lay on her back, breathing heavily, running her hands over her semen-coated breasts. 

What she didn't realize was that all this time, he was looking at the color photograph of his mother staring at him from the side table.

********

All those wonderful times that they had together immediately after their marriage, now flashed through his mind. His wife had given up trying to bring his penis to life with her mouth and was now trying to stuff the limp flesh between her breasts. Surprisingly, in spite of raising two kids, she had amazing breasts. If at all, she had become more luscious. Her voluptuous body was the envy of the women in town and an object of lust for the men. It was just like it was with his mother.

"Please," she whimpered. "For my sake, get it hard, Salim! At least once when we are together and alone!"

"Patience, woman," he replied. "Any moment now."

"But I want you to do it before she joins us!" she told him in a pitiful voice.

"You know it is impossible, Riana. We have tried that so many times and it has never worked that way."

"It wasn't like this before!"

And it was true. The five months after he had introduced her to the art of making him ejaculate with her breasts were like heaven for Riana. Almost everyday, whenever they got the opportunity (and he saw to it that they had plenty of it) they invariably ended up making love.

Riana finally gave up trying to excite her husband to an erection that she so badly needed. She glanced at him. He was leaning against the huge couch, and like her, he was buck-naked. There was only one difference: she was in heat; he still wasn't. 

She thought of those early days after her marriage. He used to be all over her, she thought, a tingle running through her body. Especially when he would return from the jungle after the training and especially when they were on that bed.

She recalled vividly, just the day after the episode with her breasts and the way he had slid his shaft between them, how he had almost dragged her from the kitchen (luckily Nazneen wasn't around) to the bedroom, stripping off her blouse and her bra while they were still on the way.

"My god, Salim, anybody could see us!" she had giggled, as he had kicked the door behind them and led her to the bed.

He had unbuttoned his coarse trousers and had said, "Fuck them."

As his erect shaft sprang out, she had grabbed it in her hands. "I'd rather you fuck me."

"You got it," he replied, pushing her onto her back on the bed and straddling her chest. "But first, you are going to suck this cock."

Happily, she had done exactly that, taking him deep inside her mouth. His shaft was sticky (perhaps with sweat) and smelt musky. He had turned around, got on his knees on the bed, his shaft dangling down over her mouth and sunk his face between her legs even before taking off her thick gown.

"Ah, Salim, I want to feel your mouth on my cunt! Please take off my gown," she had moaned before taking him back in her mouth.

He had pulled her gown up over her lush hips and her panties down over her shapely legs. 

"Hmm, ughh!" she had shrieked when he had lowered his face on her mound. Already, her juices were gushing and she sucked harder on his shaft, bringing her tongue into play as well, just the way he liked it.

He had begun humping his hips back and forth, driving his penis in and out of her mouth. He had been so large that day that she really had to stretch her mouth to accommodate him.

A few seconds later, she had her first orgasm after he had thrust his tongue inside her vagina, the second following when he sucked on her clitoris. And she had shrieked aloud when he had jammed a couple of fingers inside her, rocking them in and out even as he licked her vaginal lips. He rolled his thumb over her stiff clitoris and she raised and lowered her hips to meet his invading fingers, moaning and sighing. That was when she exploded into her third orgasm. 

"My god, oh my god, oh my god, Salim, Salim, please, please," she had wailed, and then she could say nothing more because he had reached down, clasped her cheeks and begun to slide his organ in and out of her mouth.

She had thought he would spill his seed into her mouth and would have loved it, but strangely, after he had done her breasts yesterday, she seemed to want him there more than inside her mouth. Luckily for her, he thought so too, because he pulled his shaft out of her mouth, shuffled upwards, still in the inverted position on top of her and had said, "Push your tits together, Riana. I want to fuck your tits and come there."

Gleefully, she had obeyed and his organ had slipped into her cleavage from the top. Once again, she felt the familiar hot flesh burning between her breasts as he began to thrust it to and fro.

She remembered now how he had straightened his body from his waist up, grabbing the side of her hips to get a firm grip while he mercilessly pounded her large breasts. She couldn't see his face and she didn't have to because she knew how he looked like when he did this. One episode had been enough and his face had remained etched in her memory. He would have his eyes open, wild and flashing, looking down where his organ would be slipping back and forth between her breasts. His mouth would be open and there would be saliva creeping out from the edges. His forehead would have those lines on them, as though he was concentrating hard on something.




The Payback Ch. 03



As she now leaned back and watched him striding impatiently up and down the room, naked like she was but without a hint of an erection, she recalled how he had splashed his seed in her cleavage. And afterwards, he had asked her to scoop it up and lick the sticky fluid with her lips. She had liked it!

The large house was silent, save for the sound of murmurs emanating from the children's room below. Salim grabbed his pajamas, got hurriedly into them and tossed a towel over his shoulders.

"Where are you going?" Riana asked, still hunched on the floor.

"I'd better send the boys to the HQ. I don't want the opposition to know about the guards. It could give them strange ideas. If I have such massive protection such as I do today, they will suspect that I am responsible for the group..."

His voice trailed away.

"Group?" Riana queried.

He turned around and glared at her, his eyes flashing. "You ask too many questions. There are matters you best not know about."

"But I want you to fuck me!"

"And so do I. And we both know that we are going to have a very nice time. So, be silent and wait. If it pleases you, why don't you play with your cunt in the meantime?"

He walked out of the door, carefully closing it behind him. She shook her head in resignation and immediately thought about what he had said.

Group!

Would it be true that it was her husband who had formed the group who raped those women across the border? She shuddered at the thought. While she admitted that her husband was fighting for a cause that he believed in, she couldn't bring herself to imagine that someone had ordered a group of fanatics to rape any woman they could get their hands on across the border and get them pregnant. She thought that it was immoral, too disgusting and went against all religious beliefs.

Salim spoke to his guards, dismissing them. Liaquat was adamant that they stay back, but Salim was quick to add, "I want you around here, Liaquat. You know that I need you around just in case."

Liaquat grinned, the deep scar on his cheek that ran from the corner of his mouth and through his beard, glistening.

"I wondered when you were going to say that, chief."

Salim grinned. "Go on, then, and tell those boys to have some fun. Fuck all those bitches and plant their seeds in the whore bellies so that we leave behind a generation of bastards in the valley!"

When the men had disappeared, Salim winked at his best friend. "Ok, Liaquat. A man has got to do what he has to do."

Liaquat cackled, rubbing his hands together in glee. 

"Where is Rehana?" Salim enquired. Rehana was Liaquat's wife, a dainty and sexy little woman and Salim had the fortune of having bedded her too; of course, with the complete permission of Liaquat himself. After all, Salim was the Mighty One and for him to ask for any woman, was like God asking for a favor.

"Today, she's sleeping in the spare room. Do you want her to come to you?"

Salim slapped his friend's back playfully. "No, my friend, not today. I have my special plans today. Why don't you go over to the room and make her happy?"

Liaquat laughed. "I have my special plans too, Mighty One."

Salim shrugged and walked back, double-locked the door and made his way silently across the living room and climbed the staircase. He crept towards the children's room. Softly, he opened the door and peeped in. 

Parveen, his pretty young daughter who had turned eighteen just last month was already asleep and his son Asif was almost on the way there, still struggling manfully to keep his eyes open to listen to his granny's awesome stories about his grandfather. 

Salim grinned to himself and his chest swelled with pride when he watched his son. He was so like his grandfather, he thought! He had the same broad shoulders, the massive chest, and the towering personality! He carried his six and half feet with amazing grace. 

And then he glanced at his mother.

Zohra was now well into her mid fifties but who would ever believe it! His penis stirred to life when he watched his mother lean forward to her grandson, whispering to him, little realizing that as she did so, the swell of her large and still firm breasts were clearly visible to Salim. 

His children had their heads facing away from the door and Zohra was seated by Asif's bed facing the door. She looked up and was startled to notice her son standing there, a grin on his face.

She quietly gestured, indicating that he should go away. Salim nodded, but at the same time, thrust his hips out to indicate his penis.

She smiled and nodded imperceptibly, rolling her eyes at Asif and holding out two fingers as if to say, "Give me two minutes!"

Smiling broadly, Salim made his way across the long passage, pausing outside his sister's door. He hesitated, not sure what he should do and then gently tried the door. He grinned when he realized that Nazneen had locked the door from inside. He put his ear against the door. 

There was no sound from inside. Good, he thought. "Time enough for you later", he muttered under his breath and silently walked down the staircase.

He entered his bedroom and glanced sharply at his wife who was lying on her back across the room on the floor. She hand one hand on her mound, caressing herself down there, while her other hand fondled one naked breast. In the dim light, her lush figure sure looked tempting.

She looked up at him, smiling dreamily. "I can hardly wait," she whispered.

He closed the door behind him and walked back to the chair. Sitting down, he turned to watch Riana play with herself. In the past, it would turn him on, watching her like that. In fact, it was he who had taught her to do that. 

"You can do that when your cunt is itching and I'm not around," he had told her.

Now, all he wanted was for his mother to join and he knew it would be just like the good old times.

"You like watching this?" she asked him in a low voice that she hoped was sexy. She was still trying hard to get him excited, miffed that he always needed his mother to get in that kind of state.

"Keep playing with your cunt, baby. Its almost time," he grinned, shrugging out of his pajamas and throwing the towel across the room. She noticed that his penis was slightly erect and knew that he must have visited the children's room and seen his mother there!

But Riana was not one to give up. It was he who had gotten her addicted to this kind of kinky sex and she was now crazy for it. Even after a good round with him, she would be lately feeling empty, yearning for more. Of course, Zohra would satisfy her to some extent, but it was a penis that Riana so desperately desired. 

At times, Riana perversely thought of seducing their son. Asif was a tall, well-built and handsome boy and she was sure he could be the ideal foil to Salim and his mother's antics. 

If Zohra could do it with her son, why couldn't she, Riana do it with hers?

As she lay there, watching her husband seated on the chair looking at her with those intense eyes, she decided that she indeed had become a pervert, entertaining these thoughts. She began rubbing her vaginal lips a little bit faster when she imagined her young son thrusting his hard organ inside her, her legs wrapped around his strong back...

It was almost half an hour since Salim had come back to the bedroom when Zohra made her grand entrance. She slipped inside the room noiselessly.

As usual, the sight of her sent his heart thudding wildly. My god, he thought as he stared at his mother. No woman he had known (and that included his wife) could ever look so beautiful, so womanly, so exotic and so incredibly sexy especially at this age. Who would ever imagine that this woman was almost fifty-five? 

She had changed her gown and was now wearing an ultra-short flimsy skirt. She had bought a lot of such dresses from London and these excited him. The matching blue blouse was cut very low and it was evident that she was wearing a micro-bra and an equally thin piece of panties. Her full and heavy breasts strained to peep out from over the bra and the blouse and even in the dim light; they could see his mother's creamy thighs and those long legs.

"Mom!" he said in a strangled voice, rooted to the chair.

Even Riana's hands froze on her mound as she took the sight of the older woman posing at the doorway. 

Zohra smiled sultrily and looked casually at her daughter. 

"Don't stop," she whispered, her hands rising slowly to the studs that held the blouse together. "Go on, fuck your cunt with your finger."

Riana realized that she had stopped playing with her herself and promptly, her fingers began to move lazily back and forth her slit.

Zohra shifted her glance at her son, who by now was sporting an erection.

"What's the matter, son? You aren't giving your cock to your wife?"

Before he could answer, Riana burst out, "He can't raise a hard on! I've been trying to bring it around, but he just can't!"

Zohra had unbuttoned her blouse. She let it hang around her shoulders and smiled. "That's a pity! Maybe I can help."

Riana pouted and her eyes flashed. Of course she was angry that the wimp of her husband had this sick fetish: the son of a bitch couldn't give her his cock though it rightfully belonged to her. But the wimp raised it like a flagpole the moment he saw his mother. Sick, sick, sick...

She hated her mother, she hated her husband and she hated what they had done to her. Yet, she couldn't ignore the needs of her body. She needed it, maybe even more than Zohra did. Moments ago, she had been thinking of seducing her own son. Yes, she was on fire. And it was her husband of then, and not now, who had turned her into this. 

Riana gritted her teeth and fought back the impulse of lashing out at the woman who was now slowly unhooking those tiny hooks off that obscene little skirt. 

Zohra's breasts pushed heavily against the mini-bra when she bent sown to unhook the last button and then she wriggled her broad, creamy thighs to shrug off the garment. It slithered to the floor as she straightened. 

"Huh, uh," Salim croaked and Riana flashed a glance at him. He had a raging erection now! God, what a sick pervert, she thought. Minutes ago he couldn't even make it stir in spite of her taking it in her mouth and playing it against her breasts and now...

An image of her son, Asif, his naked body glistening with sweat, muscles taut, eyes shut in ecstasy as he thrust his hard organ into her from behind flashed through her mind, and she blushed. Could she ever dare to do what Zohra had done to her son? 

"What's the matter, he-man?" Zohra purred from the doorway, running her hands over her bra-encased breasts, slipping them down over her belly till she was caressing the top of her thighs.

"Ah, uh, huh," Salim croaked. 

Zohra giggled and glanced at Riana. "So, he's not taking care of you, my dear?"

Riana knew that she had to play the game. It was always like this. Her needs and the raw sensuality that her mother exuded were impossible to ignore for her healthy, somewhat over sexed body.

"You know him, mom," she replied, trying to smile just as sexily as the older woman had. "He just can't get his cock up if you are not around. He's positively addicted to your body."

Zohra squealed with delight, bringing her hands up her body and back to her breasts, now fondling the swelling mounds peeping out of the top of the bra. "Last time around, I never thought his cock would go down and stay like that at least for a while till we both would get time to breathe!"

Riana pouted, beginning to caress her vagina again, her eyes on the woman who now was slowly beginning to pull the bra down over those magnificent breasts.

Salim, who had been gaping at his mother, cleared his throat and finally croaked out, "Mom, you are looking so fucking sexy!"

Zohra pulled down the cups of the bra. Her large and heavy breasts spilled out, and in spite of herself, Riana gasped. How could this woman manage to have such breasts at this age, she thought. They still stood upright and proud and with the bra below them, the slight droop that Riana knew the woman had there, was non-existent.

"And what are you going to do about that?" Zohra asked in a throaty whisper, running her hands over her breasts, unconsciously shuddering. She was still staring at her daughter, watching the way the younger woman was sliding her fingers up and down the moist lips of her vagina.

Salim rose from the chair, his penis dangling between his legs. "What do you think? I am going to fuck the living daylights out of you."

He began to advance towards his mother, grabbing his shaft in one fist.

Zohra shook her head, dragging her eyes away from Riana. "No, he-man. You are first going to fuck your wife."

Salim glanced at his wife who lay sprawled on the floor. There was disappointment on his face, but Riana noticed that thankfully, his organ was still fully erect.

"You will have to help me, mom."

"Of course, I will. Don't I always?"

And it was true, Riana thought, sighing with pleasure at the thought that at last, she would get that thing inside of her.

Zohra swayed her hips as she walked towards her son. He was standing beside Riana and lazily she raised her hands to grab her husband's engorged penis.

Zohra reached him and with a thin smile on her lips put her arms around him. Riana could see the woman's glistening vagina and she felt her husband's organ twitch in her hands.

"Take his cock in your mouth, my dear," Zohra said, pressing her body sideways into his hips and putting her mouth over his. 

Salim groaned and his hands went directly to his mother's breasts. He began to knead them greedily as she thrust her tongue in his mouth.

Riana was grateful that he now had a full sized erection and she sucked him deep into her mouth, caressing his scrotum. She ran her tongue over the throbbing flesh, occasionally stabbing her tongue at the tip. 

Zohra, her mouth fused with her son's slipped one hand below her to rest it on top of Riana's head. She caressed the silky hair and guided her daughter's bobbing head back and forth, up and down.

Salim tore his mouth away from hers and bent down awkwardly, frantically fastening his mouth over her huge breasts. He pushed them together, trying to stuff both the nipples into his mouth and she giggled, arching her chest towards him. 

"Oh yes, he-man," she cooed, one hand encircling the back of his head, directing him to her breasts and urging him to suck on them. "Suck those tits, oh god, yes, suck them, baby, suck them! Ah, ah!"

On their own volition, his hips began to thrust back and forth and in the process, his shaft plunged in and out of his wife's mouth. Riana gripped one fist around the base of his organ and lightly fondled his tight sac as she sucked on him, her cheeks hollowing and then puffing out. She let more saliva onto the shaft, coating the throbbing erection till it glistened and made wet sounds as it thrust in and out of her mouth. 

She could see her mother's vagina barely a couple of feet away. Her husband was rubbing his knees into it. Zohra was wet there and Riana could clearly see the juices oozing out of it, as though she had already climaxed. She already may have, thought Riana. That woman was a nymphomaniac! 

"Oh my god, mom," he croaked, licking his mother's cleavage and pushing his nose into them, his hips steadily pumping to and fro. "Oh god, I want to fuck you!"

"Not so fast, baby," replied Zohra, now letting her hand slide away from Riana's head towards his organ. Riana immediately relinquished her hold from the base of his shaft, letting the woman take hold of it. "Poor Riana! I can see how much she wants this cock up her cunt. You are going to fuck your wife first."

He did not reply. He knew better than to argue with his mother and he knew that she was going to make him do exactly what she wanted.

"Pull your cock out of her mouth," she instructed.

Salim obeyed and Riana moaned with disapproval. 

"Don't worry, honey, you will get more of it than you want. But first, I want him to fuck your cunt with it. We don't want him spilling all that hot seed into your mouth, do we? Not until you get a fill of him."

She pushed Riana backwards till Riana was again lying flat on the floor on her back. Then, Zohra pulled her son away from her as well.

"Come on, Riana, up on your feet. Get on the couch."

It was like this every time, Riana thought and cursed the needs of her body that drove her to do what her mother wanted. She had become kind of addicted to this and if only her husband could do her without Zohra's assistance, Riana would be more than happy to follow this routine. Even without all of it, she was.

"I want you to lie on your back, legs down the edge and spread wide apart to show us your juicy cunt."

Riana made her way to the couch and slipped down on it. She pulled herself along the length till her legs fell off the edge over one side. She pulled a pillow towards her and propped her head on it. 

"Let me get on top of her," Zohra said, slipping out of her son's arms. She got on the couch gingerly, kneeling over Riana's face. 

Directly above her, Riana could see the woman's glistening vagina, completely shaven and oozing with her juices. 

Slowly, Zohra lowered herself onto Riana's face, till her mound was pressed directly over her mouth.

"You are going to lick my cunt if you want your husband to fuck you," she moaned and Riana obliged. Not only did she want her husband to fill her with his shaft, she also wanted to taste the delights of her mother's vagina. The mother and son team, she thought to herself, had converted her to a pervert!

"Now, he-man let us begin! Come on over here!"

He stumbled, obviously in a tearing hurry to get closer to the women. Then, steadying himself, he walked up to the couch.

He arranged his body so that while one knee was pressed into the couch, his other leg was planted firmly on the floor. He grabbed his penis and shuffled forward.

Moaning, as her daughter thrust her tongue up her wet vagina, Zohra bent down and put her mouth on Riana's mound. Riana's body jack-knifed up the couch when the older woman put the whole of her mouth on her vagina, sucking furiously, letting globs of saliva run down.

Riana put her arms around Zohra's buttocks, pulling the woman closer to her mouth. 

Just as suddenly as she had invaded her daughter's mound, Zohra whipped her head back and grabbed her son's erection. She pulled it towards her mouth and willingly, he leaned forward, groaning as his mother's mouth, wide open, swallowed it deep inside her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped when he felt his penis thrusting way past her throat and wedging deep into her mouth. "Oh fuck, mom, you suck so good! Oh yes, ah, oh, please suck it, mom, suck it harder!"

Zohra's head began to rock back and forth as she began to suck on his erection. At the same time, she pushed her forefinger deep inside Riana's sopping pussy, using her thumb to flick the engorged clitoris. 

This made Riana thrash around the couch, her tongue plunging in and out of the older woman's vagina. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled by Zohra's wet mound pressing into her face.

Salim grabbed his mother's breasts as they jiggled when she bobbed her head to suck him. He pinched the large nipples, pulling on them and then he spread his palms over the large quivering mass of pliant flesh, squeezing and kneading. He watched with glazed eyes as his shaft thrust in and out of her mouth, glistening with his pre cum and her saliva.

Riana managed to draw her face away from Zohra's mound so she could be understood: "Oh god, Salim, put that cock inside me, oh god, yes, mom, fuck my cunt with your finger and let him fuck it with his cock!"




The Payment



We were living together and we have been experimenting lately with different toys, and exhibitionism. Your favourite thing to do was to tie me spread eagle in front of our balcony doors, train all the lights on me so it seemed like I was in a spotlight. If the doctor who lived next door looked out his bedroom windows he would see me. You also liked to use the auto fucking dildos. You would strap them on me and turn them on. 

Leaving me tied up and being fucked by plastic cocks, for the doctor to see. After doing that tying me up and strapping the dildos on, you left me all alone. I had no idea where you went until I saw you and the doctor in the doctor’s bedroom you both were looking at me and you were talking to the doctor. While you were Doctor Thompson’s sons walked in. Davy the eldest a lawyer, Sam training to be a vet and 18 year old Peter. All of you were looking at me…even from that distance I could see the lust on your faces. And just before my orgasm overwhelmed I see you and doctor Thompson shake hands.

The next day you tell me you are claiming the payment of our bet. That I am to be your slave for 3 weeks and that we will be going to our property. You also tell me that we are taking 4 other dogs up besides ours. We pack our bags and you have one you won’t let me see into or pick up. In the car on the way up you get me to part me legs and play with myself always to the brink of orgasm but never allowed to cum. 

When we arrive we unpack the car and let the dogs into the huge yard behind the house. Once all the mundane things are completed you ask me to give you the bag with my clothes and toiletry items in it. You open it up and remove my toiletries and tell me to put them in the bathroom, when I get back my bag is gone and you just smile at me when I ask where it is. 

You tell me to strip and that I won’t need any clothes and that the ones I’m wearing will be locked away with my bag. I slowly strip off my clothes till I’m standing in front of you naked. You ask if I’m ready, and I reply that, yes I am. You smile at me and press your lips against mine …kissing me deeply. You lead me in to a bare room; it has a tiled floor, a drain in the middle and a hose on one wall. There is a table and sitting on that table is your mysterious black bag. 

You tell me to stand next to the table, you open your bag and pull out a black satin blindfold, a pair of cordless headphones, a small penis gag and a pair of leather cuffs with a length of chain between them. You tell me not to worry as you pull out another pair of leather cuffs. You walk over to a cupboard in the corner and pull out a bar roughly about 3 feet in length and some more chains. You walk back over to me smiling.

I’m starting to get a little nervous and you see that, you put down the chains and bar and wrap your arms around me. You kiss my neck and whisper in my ear that you won’t let anything happen to me that you think I couldn’t take.

You pull back, you reach down and pick up the wrist cuffs, and you place them on my wrists, making sure they can’t slip off or are too tight. Next you put the headphones on me; nothing is playing on them yet. Then comes the penis gag, you then bend down and put the ankle cuffs on me and attach the bar, and attaching one end of the chains to the bar and the other to eyelet’s in the floor.

I can feel the chain from the wrist cuffs swaying against my shaved pussy. You look me in the eye and tell me you love me, you then place the blindfold on me, shutting me into darkness. You take hold of the chain and attach it to something, which pulls my hands over my head. I can’t move. I hear you say that you are tuning on the music and then all I can hear are the sounds of people fucking put to a beat.

I feel hands on me caressing my legs, my stomach, my shoulders everywhere but my breasts and pussy. Then there is a second pair of hands and what I think are flashes of bright light. A third pair of hands joins in. The first pair are concentrating my pussy now rubbing the lips, pulling them open, playing with my clit, a finger slipping into me and more flashes of light. 

The second pair of hands are playing with my breasts, cupping them, pulling and twisting my nipples and again flashes of light. And the third pair of hands is playing with my ass. Pulling the cheeks apart, fingers pressing against my asshole. Just as I start becoming accustomed to 3 pairs of hands on me, a tongue starts working its way into my pussy and another into my ass. I’m trembling right on the verge of cumming and as if a switch had been pulled all hands and tongues are gone. I whimper and beg around the gag. A pair of hands runs down my legs and unbuckling the ankle cuffs, I start to bring my legs together and I feel a sharp hard slap on my ass. So I leave them spread wide open. My arms start coming down and my wrists are released from their cuffs. 


The moaning and fucking noises I’d been hearing suddenly stop and I can hear the voices of 5 men. Startled I move my hand to remove my blindfold and my ass is slapped again. I stand still and the gag is removed, I go to speak and my ass is slapped harder. I get the point, I’m not allowed to move or speak. As I stand there the blindfold and headphones are removed.

I blink in the sudden light and when I am able to focus I see Doctor Thompson, and his sons all smirking at me. I look to you and you smile at me and start to speak. You inform me that the Doctor and his sons have paid for the opportunity to play with me. They will be staying for a week. You tell me I’m to serve them as I would you.

I look at you suddenly and with a worried look on my face. You chuckle and tell me you aren’t going anywhere. You beckon me over and tell me to get to my knees. I sink to my knees in front of you and you remove your towel as do the Doctor and his sons. You tell me that I’m going to blow you all, starting with you. I take your cock in my hands slowly stroking it. I slowly run my tongue along it, lapping at it. 

You tell me to hurry up and I take the head of your cock into my mouth sucking on it and tonguing the eye of it. I slowly begin to slide my mouth up and down your cock, fucking my mouth with it. As I slide down each time I take a little more of you cock into my mouth until I have swallowed the entire thing. 

Suddenly you wrap your fingers in my hair and start pulling my head up and down your cock as well as thrusting you hips forward fucking my mouth and throat. As you do you call me names like slut, whore, bitch, and cumslut.

The Doctor and his sons are cheering you and calling me names as well. 

Davy walks behind me as you tell me to lift my ass up. He starts swatting my ass with his hand over and over…spanking my little ass till it turns a bright shade of red. Just as he delivers the last of the swats you ram your cock down my throat and pump all your cum straight to my stomach. When your done you pull out and pat me on the head calling me a good girl…as if I was just a dog who’d done something to please her master. 

Next in front of me is Doctor Thompson. I start with stroking his cock with my hand feeling his length and his hardness. I start slowly licking up and down the length of his cock, before sucking gently on his balls. Unlike you Doctor Thompson liked a little teasing before he fucked a mouth. As I start sucking on the head of his cock, Doctor Thompson curled his hands into my hair…just guiding my head up and down and around at first showing me where he likes it. 

Then as he got closer to orgasm he just held my head still while he pistons his cock in and out of my mouth and throat. Before pushing it down my throat and shot his cum straight into my stomach too. 

Davy decides he is next, he grabs my hair and just stuffs his cock into my mouth and throat…no finesse, just a good rough mouth fucking. His pumps are hard and fast and he doesn’t last long, he cums in my mouth quickly and pulls out halfway through cumming to deposit the rest of his cum on my face and tits.

Sam steps up next and waits for me to start (such a gentleman); I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly start pumping it. Still pumping his cock I take the head into my mouth and suck too. Needles to say Sam doesn’t last long either and shots his cum into my mouth I swallow every drop. Now we get to Peter. 

I look up at him, my look innocent. I ask him if he has ever had a blowjob before. He says he has never had a girlfriend so he has never even kissed a girl. I turn around and ask you if it is all right if I take Peter to the bedroom and give him the full deal. You look at me and see the sincerity and lust in my eyes, and you look at Peter nervous and a little intimidated. You say yes, but only if it is video taped. Fine I say standing up and holding out my hand for the video camera. Taking Peter by the hand I lead him into a bedroom and close the door.

I set up the camera and sit on the bed I beckon Peter over to me. I lean over and kiss him on the lips. I whisper to him it is all right to touch me I won’t break. I lay back and let him play with my tits and my pussy…letting him explore a woman’s form. I spread my legs for him and tell him to fuck me and he does. His thrusting a little stiff and formal. 

I kiss and nibble on his neck and shoulders trying to relax him. As he relaxes his thrusting gets harder and deeper till he cums. I open my eyes and the door is open and you, Doctor Thompson, Davy and Sam are watching. Peter rolls off of me. 

You look at me and say nice show slut. I blush a little. And Peter turns bright red. I just look at you, waiting to see what is next. You and Doctor Thompson decide to go last and I can tell by the look on your face that you are planning something deliciously naughty and decadent and probably just a tad painful. Peter is still lying on the bed next to me and he is hard again. 

Davy and Sam look at one another and the decide what to do. Davy looks at me and says get up slut. I get up and kneel on the side of the bed. Davy tells Peter to sit leaning against the headboard of the bed. Davy lays down head resting next to Peter’s legs.

Davy looks at me again and tells me to mount up. I slide myself onto Davy’s cock…feeling pressing deep inside me…long and thick…but not as long or as thick as yours or Doctor Thompson’s. Davy pulls me down and kisses me while pushing his cock in and out of me. Davy then tells me to start sucking on Peter’s cock.

I take Peter’s cock into my mouth sucking and licking it tasting myself on him. Just as Davy establishes a rhythm and I was getting a good pace on Peter’s cock…Sam drives his cock into my ass. If I could have I would’ve scream but at that moment Peter grabbed my head and jerked my head down all the way on his cock…and started pumping his cum down my throat. 

Peter let me go. Davy and Sam established a pattern fucking me…they both came at once setting of my own orgasm that had been building all day. You and Doctor Thompson pulled me off the boys. I begged to be allowed to rest. But both you and Doctor Thompson laughed and said there is no rest for you slut, you will always have something in your ass or cunt. 

You and Doctor Thompson took me into the room we were in to begin with…but this time there was a padded hobbyhorse and some ropes. You push me to my knees and press my head to the floor. You demand that I raise my ass up as high in the air as I can. Doctor Thompson spreads my legs. You place your foot in between my shoulder blades to hold me down. Doctor Thompson turns the hoes on and flushes out my pussy with the cold water.

I cry out, and you lash my ass with a riding crop. After my pussy is clean, Doctor Thompson presses a tube into my ass. He releases a valve and warm water flows into my bowels, mixed in the water is a laxative and some soap. After the first bag is empty, Doctor Thompson picks up another and another until I have 4 bags of fluid in my stomach and bowels. The water distending my stomach and causing cramps. 

You hand Doctor Thompson a butt plug and he stuffed the buttplug deep into my ass. You both pick me up and bend me over the hobbyhorse, tying me to it so I can’t move. The bar of the hobbyhorse pressing into my stomach makes the cramps worse. You tell Doctor Thompson to take my cunt and you’ll take my mouth. You both move into position.

I can feel Doctor Thompson’s cock slowly pressing into my cunt…stretching it and when he bottoms out the head of his cock is pressing against my cervix. At the same time you start stuffing my mouth with your cock. You and Doctor Thompson establish a rhythm as you fuck your cock into my mouth Doctor Thompson’s retreats from my cunt and vice versa. You both start pounding harder and harder...till you cum down my throat and Doctor Thompson cums in my cunt.

You untie me and stand me over the open drain. Doctor Thompson pulls out the buttplug and the water gushes out mixed with shit and cum. You hose me off and repeat the process of the enema, until the water flows out clear. 

You reach into your bag and pull out a set of ben-wa balls and a set of anal beads. You insert the ben-wa balls into my cunt and the anal beads into my ass. You also attach nipple clamps to my nipple. You clip a chain onto them and give it a sharp tug and I moan.

While I’m standing there flushed pink and clean, Peter starts taking photos of me getting close ups of my clamped nipples and my open wet cunt and ass. You tell me to get my cumslut ass into the kitchen and start cooking dinner.

Walking around the kitchen making dinner, with the ben-wa balls and anal beads in me keeps me on the verge of orgasm. As I’m cooking I drop something on the floor as I get down on all fours to clean it up you let our dog Rex in.

He walks straight up to me and presses his nose against my pussy. I start to turn around to scold him and you tell me to stay on all fours like a good bitch. Rex sniff my cunt and ass…he can smell my arousal and he begins to lap at my cunt and ass with his rough long tongue. I look up at you and I start to tell you that I don’t want to do this anymore…when you whip the riding crop down on to my upturned ass. 

You growl at me to remember I owe you this, and that I swore I’d do what I was told no complaints. I look at you in such a way that you know you are going to pay big time for the humiliations your putting me through. Just as Rex increases his licking Peter and Sam walk in each carry a camera. Sam immediately starts taping it, while Peter starts snapping photo after photo. They catch on file my orgasm from being licked by a dog. 

I serve you all dinner. The I sit as instructed next to your chair so you can feed me little tid bits now and again. As I clean up you and the gentlemen are discussing what to do with me now. Doctor Thompson says that he couldn’t cum again tonight and you agree with him. The boys however all say they could cum again. 

I walk into the room you are all sitting in. Again you growl at me, don’t you know your place yet slut, get on all fours like the bitch you are. As I drop to all fours, you get a nefarious look on your face. You whisper to Doctor Thompson and he grins lasciviously. You get up and go to the tiled room when you come back you are holding a collar and leash. 

You buckle the collar around my neck and attach the leash to it. You also produce the cuffs and chains…you cuff and chain me in such a way that I can crawl but I can’t lift my arms. 

You lead me outside with Doctor Thompson and his sons trailing behind. Sam with the video camera and Peter with the still camera. You attach my leash to a length of chain around a tree. I can’t move to far in any direction, I can’t lift my arms to undo the collar or leash.

You pull something else out of a pocket. You spray my pussy with it. Immediately my pussy begins to tingle and my juices start dripping from me. And the smell of my see and arousal is clearly evident. The dogs wander over and start sniffing at me. They get into a fight, while you bull the ben-wa balls out of my pussy and the anal beads out of my ass.

You leave the nipple clamps on for now, tugging them occasionally while all this is video taped and snapped. Rex won out and started licking me…because of the way you tied my legs were open wide and my cunt and ass easily accessible. Rex licks until I cum…then he mount me and starts fucking me…I scream and yell.

You give me a slight slap on the face and tell me to behave myself. You and the boys set up the video camera and light to capture my being fucked by a dog. Then you all leave for bed. Leaving me to the mercy of the dogs. At first the only mount and fuck me with their hot pink cocks…then they decide I’m theirs and start pissing on me. The video captures it all. The multiple dog fucking through the night. The dogs pissing on me. My cries and my orgasms.

When you come out the next morning I smell like a filthy whorehouse. You untie me and hose me down. You carry me inside. You and Doctor Thompson help me into the shower where you both climb in and wash me thoroughly After you dry me, you lay me out on the bed attaching one ankle to it with a cuff and chain and lock so I can’t run away. I fall asleep straight away.



The Payment



This is my newest story, it has taken months but it's finally finished. If you have ever read my stories, you know that it's not only about sex. Don't get me wrong... the sex is hot, but it's the buildup and the characters that make a difference between just reading a story and living it. In the preceding stories, Jamie was coerced into to masturbating for her boss (Performance Worthy of a Salary), and then Nick told Steve what Jamie had done (The Forgotten Panties). If you haven't read those yet, you might want to check them out. We left off as Steve and Jamie were planning their revenge. Here is how it turns out. Not sure which category it fits in.

Give me your feedback as to what you liked, didn't like, or what you would like to see happen next. And you might never know, you could end being a character in one of these stories. All characters are based on people I meet everyday, in person or online. Have fun!



Jamie was all shook up as she entered her and Steve's empty home. How could it have gone so wrong? She kept asking herself. How could Nick have been ahead of the game all this time? He had coerced her into masturbating for him and when it was time for her and Steve's revenge, he had framed him for fraud and money laundering. Now Steve was in a prison cell waiting for the bail money and she was afraid Nick would be back and take from her what he hadn't before.

She hadn't had the courage to tell her adoring husband that all the money in their accounts was frozen until the situation was resolved. They had never bothered to put anything under Jamie's name alone, never imagining that any situation would end up like this. They had plenty of money, but now she couldn't even touch a dime of it – not even to get him out on bail. She knew she needed to act quickly but had no resources of her own. Then it dawned on her; the man in the bar, the one who offered her a job.


She frantically searched through her purse for his card. Vincent Ronson...She quickly picked up the phone and dialed. Vincent remembered her immediately... who wouldn't... and happily agreed to meet the young beauty. 

Jamie slipped into a pair of tight black leather pants, skipping the panties for added effect, and added a semi-sheer white halter-top. She knew that if she was going to charm a man into helping her, she needed her sex appeal to work full force... and for Jamie that meant a sexy outfit. If she were thinking clearly, or if this were a different situation, she would know that her sex appeal had nothing to do with the clothes she wore. She was taking no chances of the magic failing her, not that it ever had. Steve had often said she had a lot to learn about her impact on men; this was one of those times.

She touched up her makeup making sure everything was perfect, she dabbed a light shade of blush on the apples of her cheeks, as she stood back from the mirror, she looked at the doll like reflection staring back at her. "One last touch" she said as she debated between Gucci "Rush" and Bvlgari's "Omnia". She picked up the Gucci red box and sprayed her neck and her wrists. "Let's hope your favorite perfume works on other men as well, Steven", She whispered almost under her breath, before heading out to the Swan club.

The Swan club's bright lights made it look like it was daytime. From the outside, you couldn't tell it was a strip club; it looked more like a high-class bar. Jamie knew exactly what it was though. As she entered the doorway, her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness and she walked into what at first seemed like a wall directly in front of her. She stared upward at the doorman, a 6 foot 4, 260 lbs huge black man wearing shades, his massive arms folded across his chest, his face an expressionless mask. 

"Sorry miss, ladies aren't allowed to walk in alone" he grumbled as if saying it for the umpteenth time.

"I'm sorry" 

Jamie paused and smiled, but drew no response. 

"I'm here to see Mr. Ronson." 

Upon the mention of his employer's name, the massive bouncer lowered his shades, grinned and spoke in a low deep voice that reminded Jamie of James Earl Jones.

"Step right in." 

She walked past him but he stopped her again after only a few steps.

"I'm sorry miss, but no one sees Mr. Ronson without first being frisked." 

His eyebrows gave Jamie a good idea of what his game was, but she needed to get inside. 

"Then let's get this over with"

He walked and stopped a mere inches from her. He towered over her and was nearly twice as wide as her slender body. As he removed his sunglasses and looked into her shiny grey eyes, there was only lust in his dark eyes. He was as imposing a man as she had ever encountered, and yet she refused to be intimidated by him. 

"Any time you're ready" she was already annoyed that he was enjoying himself so thoroughly.

He grabbed her purse from her and looked inside quickly. He handed it back to her as he bent down on one knee. He faced her, his head directly at her crotch level as she looked straight ahead. His huge hands touched her ankles as he looked up at her, smiling slightly. His hands slid up the inside of her legs, slowing as they reached her thighs. He watched her eyes as he slowly rubbed his hand over her pussy, but Jamie didn't even blink. The huge paws on the man slowly caressed her ass through the thin leather before they made their way back down her thighs, behind her knees, then returning to her ankles. 

Only when he stopped did Jamie allow herself to look at the enormous man kneeling at her feet. She swallowed any sense of fear and put on her most defiant attitude. "Done?" she asked casually. The behemoth stood up, clearly disappointed at his inability to elicit either fear or excitement in the woman. He put his shades back on and glowered at her. 

"Yeah you're clean, go ahead" 

"Bet that made your day," she muttered under her breath as she walked away from the man, and into the club. 

The club was swarming with businessmen in suits and it reeked of power; there was nothing raunchy about this place. She could practically smell the money dripping from them as she walked through and up to the bar. She approached the barmaid, a slender blond with enormous breasts who couldn't be much older than 18. 

"I'm here to see Mr. Ronson," she said to the girl. 

She smiled as if she were amused, "Oh, you mean Vincent? He just called down to say he'd be with you in a minute. Can I get you a drink while you wait... what would you like?"

"A Blue Lagoon would be nice, thanks." 

Jamie sat at the empty stool at the bar. She quickly rethought her choice and added, "Hold the vodka." The girl smiled at her as if to show understanding of what Jamie was thinking, and moments later she handed her the blue colored drink. 

"How much do I owe you?" 

"Oh that gentlemen on the other side got it for you." 

She pointed to a short stocky balding man in an obviously expensive and yet ill-fitting suit, who raised his drink as if toasting to her... she smiled and returned the gesture, but then quickly looked away lest he think she was looking for company.

Steve's words repeated in her head; if he wasn't there, he couldn't help protect her from the wolves. And that was how she sometimes felt without him, a little lamb in a place crawling with big bad wolves. Now was one of those times. She always told him that it wasn't about her as much as it was about her clothes. Steve always smiled at her naivety and tried to explain that it was her beauty, her sexuality alone that made that happen. Again his words came to her like a song playing in her head, "You still have a lot to learn about men, Babydoll." She quickly gave herself a pep talk in her head "Steve is not here to protect you now. This time you not only have to protect yourself, you also have to come through for him".

Vincent looked down through the glass window in his office, he had a view of the whole club, he liked to know everything that was going on in his money making pit. But this time, the only thing he was focused on was Jamie sitting at the bar. Jenny, one of the dancers walked in wearing close to nothing. She was about 25, younger than Jamie, a brunette with an athletic body. She poured herself a drink and made herself comfortable.

"Sugar, I have some business to attend to."

Jenny had come for one thing only. She and Vincent had a thing going; she fucked him and he paid for her schooling. Although not part of the plan, Jenny had fallen in love with the older man, the money was excuse to stick around and they both knew it. Vincent didn't need to pay for sex, many of the girls only wished they could get into his bed. He was a handsome successful man and money was never an object. Aside from the Swan, he owned several night clubs which brought in a significant amount of money each week and he was not ready to settle down. He liked his life the way it was. He loved women and making love to them and it ended there. "Ok" Jenny pouted. 

"I hope you decide to come by my place tonight" She said almost asking a question. 

"Only if I can wrap this up early" he lied.

Jenny took a hint and walked out of the office in dissapointement. Vincent didn't notice.

He sipped his drink as he stared at Jamie. He compared her to the dancers in the club; she could surely double his earnings. All the men around the bar had stopped paying any attention to the show. Even almost naked, the young red head in the nurse's uniform on stage was no match for Jamie's beauty.

There was a beep behind the bar. 

"I believe that Mrs. Alexander is here to see me... would you have Theo bring her up please." 

The barmaid giggled at the sudden formalness by her boss, and nodded at the enormous bouncer. He strode across the room and approached Jamie, "follow me." Vincent waited at his desk, comfortably entrenched in the overstuffed leather chair as he lit his cigar. Moments later the black doorman walked in followed by Jamie. 

"Thank you Theo" he turned to Jamie

"Mrs. Alexander, how nice to see you". 

As Theo turned to walk away Jamie took her shot "What's a matter Theo, not going to frisk me again? That's a shame I kind of enjoyed it." 

Theo stopped in his tracks for a moment, proceeded and closed the door behind him.

Vincent grinned, 

"I have to apologize; sometimes Theo likes his job a little too much". 

"He's a pussycat compared to the men in the neighborhood I grew up in." 

Jamie smiled as Vincent shook his cigar at her, 

"You're a brave one coming here by yourself." 

"It's only a strip club, Mr. Ronson, not the Baghdad Hilton... besides I'm a big girl." 

She really wasn't much in the mood for small talk and her sarcasm was surfacing. 

"That you are, and a lovely one at that...Cigar?" 

She thought back to the night she met him, she hadn't remembered him this way. As she looked him over, he was physically fit and more handsome than she recalled. His hair was almost all grey with a receiting hairline, it some touch touches of gold, "he must have been blonde" she thought to herself. He looked so elegant dressed in a suit, so business like.

Vincent opened up his humidor and she could see his variety of Cuban cigars, which only reminded her of Steve. 

"No thanks, I only smoke cigarettes." 

She opened her purse to take out her sterling silver cigarette case. She took the cigarette out and quickly replaced the case "Is it ok?" She was already lighting it even as she asked. He hated cigarette smoke and never allowed it in his office but made an exception for her, 

"Of course". 

Jamie looked around the office, it hardly looked like an office that would be in a strip club. There was a brown leather couch at the far end of the room with a glass table positioned next to it. Vincent's enormous desk was made of glass as well with two photo frames resting on each side. From where she was standing it was impossible to see who's picture was in those frames, she made a mental note to look at a later time. 

"Mr. Ronson, you said if I ever needed work, you would hire me... do you have anything ummm...like office work?" 

She looked down at the club from the glass window and heard Vincent laugh behind her. 

"Call me Vincent and no, I don't have any office positions. You may have noticed that I don't exactly run a brokerage firm here Jamie" 

He knew she already knew the answer but was hoping for a loophole. 

"Look Jamie, I can put you behind the bar, and you'd make pretty good money. With your looks and personality, you'd probably clear almost 2 G's a week. But that is not even one tenth of what you could make as a dancer." She looked at him, staring deep into his eyes, trying to determine if he had brought her there with the idea of trying to con her into dancing at his club. She spoke firmly, and more than a little indignantly, 

"Mr. Ronson, I am not interested in parading naked for anyone other than my husband." 

Although he did allow himself a split second to fantasize what it must be like to be married to the minx in his office, He smiled lightly, and not unkindly as he spoke a little softer to her. 

"I wasn't assuming you would, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity. I know you need the money to bail your husband out." 

Jamie's eyes snapped up to meet his, and she felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. He continued, 

"I'm sorry to bring it up, it was in the paper."

It made her sad that she and Steve had come to this but she wasn't about to start parading around naked for other men. With tears welling in her eyes, Jamie spoke firmly again. 

"I will take the barmaid job, if you want to hire me for it, but let me make it clear to you that this is the only job I will consider."

"Mrs. Alexander... Jamie, the job is yours of course. But with your body, a few shows and you could come up with all the money you need for bail, and for all the lawyer's fees after that."

He could tell from her expression that she hadn't really thought about all the money they would need for lawyer's fees. She was embarrassed, both by his words and her lack of planning for contingencies. He sensed an opening and laid the groundwork, 

"Just think about it."

There was a knock at the door, and it opened before Vincent could object. Jamie and he both turned and saw a tall handsome man with broad shoulders, seemingly in his late 30's, enter the room. His hair was dark, and he wore it slicked back in a ponytail... but rather than sloppy or unkempt, it seemed somehow almost elegant on him. His complexion was tanned, but not from a booth or spray; it was obvious he stayed outdoors a great deal. What stood out the most were his emerald green eyes, and those were immediately locked with Jamie's. His mouth was strong, his full lips exposing his gleaming white teeth as they curled into a broad smile directed at Jamie. 

"I'm sorry Vincent, I didn't know you had company"

Jamie was suddenly ashamed to be there, embarrassed that this stunning man had seen her there, 

"I was just leaving," 

she mumbled softly as she put out her cigarette and brushed quickly past him. 

"Mr. Ronson, I'll be in touch to let you know," 

she called over her shoulder without turning around, and hurried out of the club.

Andrew Price was one of the most powerful and successful attorneys in the country. He was as much at home in front of the television cameras as he was in front of a jury, and he knew that very often the biggest cases were either won or lost on the nightly news long before anyone ever stepped one foot in a courtroom. he was much sought after by the rich and powerful who found themselves on the wrong side of the law. They in turn had made him both very rich and very powerful. But right now, a stunning blonde had made him weak like no other woman he had ever encountered. He whistled out loud and asked, almost to himself, 

"Who in the hell was that?" 

"That, Andrew, is Mrs. Jamie Alexander."

"THE Mrs. Jamie Alexander? As in Steve Alexander... the guy who allegedly laundered all that money for the mob through his office?"

"Yep, that's the one"

"Poor baby... it's all over the news." 

Andrew said so softly it was almost a whisper, as he walked over to the glass window to catch a last glimpse of Jamie as we walked through the club. 

"On the other hand, I would love to find out if she is a real blonde. She's not actually going to dance here is she?"

"Maybe she will Andrew, but it will take some convincing."

Vincent turned over to Andrew and handed him an envelope. Andrew knew Vincent well enough to know that was the end of their conversation.

"Thanks for handling my legal affairs Andrew" He shook his hand.

"Thanks for paying cash Vincent... but I'd gladly pay double this for a shot at that sweet thing."

"I'll let you know what I can do, Andrew."

The following day Jamie went to visit Steve. He looked pitiful. His once beautiful flawless face looked tired and worn out, he had lost weight and his pale complexion had aged him. 

"Jamie, listen to me, you have got to get me out of here. Do whatever it takes, get the best lawyer in the country if you have to, empty out all the accounts, just get me out of here." 

It hadn't dawned on him that she was unable to touch any of the money, after all he was in for fraud and money laundering and all their joint accounts were frozen. Any money he had acquired before he started to work for Nick was securely invested in his name only.

"Honey, is everything ok?" 

She could tell he was terrified of being there.

She knew what he meant, sooner or later someone would beat him badly, or worse, make him his bitch... and she couldn't let that happen.

She thought for a second. 

"Honey, don't give up and stay focused, I will get you out of here."

Several nights went by but they seemed like weeks. She was alone in their big empty bed with only Steve's memories. She thought of how much she wanted Steve lying next to her, kissing her, touching her, making her feel safe. She turned on her side, the way she did when she and Steve slept. She closed her eyes and pictured him next to her...Whispering to her "Babydoll, I am so hot for you..." 

She pictured his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him, feeling his hardness against her. She slipped her hand down her belly and into her panties. She slid her other hand underneath her tank top to caress her firm supple breasts. Placing her index finger and middle finger in her mouth to wet them, she placed them on one of her nipples and rubbed the gentle spot feeling it get hard at her touch. She did the same thing with her other index and middle finger and brought them to her other nipple. She massaged and pinched her now erect nipples. 

Her still wet fingers trailed down her chest and belly to her completely shaved pussy. She thought of how much Steve liked staring at her pussy. She was already wet; it never took much for her to be wet. It was almost instantaneous. She outlined her pussy lips with her finger; she dipped between them where she picked up a little wetness and spread it all around. 

She thought of how Steve touched her, how he knew how to make her feel like a woman.

She thought of the first time they ever made love, how no other man would ever be enough for her. She had to get him out of there and get him back in their bed.

She gently massaged her clit, feeling it get hard at her touch. Her knees bent, she spread her legs further apart to give her access to her sweet wet cunt, the way she always did for Steve when he asked. "Spread your legs for me Babydoll" She rubbed her clit harder and faster and inserted her index finger inside her pussy, it was on fire, she loved the way Steve fingered her; inserting one finger at first and then another. Pumping in and out of her pussy and gently touching her clit as his fingers came back out again.




The Payment



She moaned as she whispered, "Steven I need you." She fucked her pussy with her fingers and her other hand played with her clit, rubbing the button faster. Jamie moaned as loud as she could as if Steve could hear her from where he was. She rode the wave of orgasm as she imagined Steve fucking her with his fingers. 

"You like when I fuck you with my fingers don't you baby?"

"Yesssss... Oh God Steven...Fuck me!" 

She exploded again and again in an eruption of pleasure, her back arching and her muscles convulsing as she came in a series of orgasmic spasms. Her pussy juices poured all over her hand, dripping onto the bed much like when Steve fucked her. She finally collapsed back on the bed, and immediately started to cry.

She was startled out of her funk by the ring of the phone. Although she was in no mood to talk to anyone, she didn't dare ignore any calls that came in, as they could be either from or, God forbid, about Steve

"Jamie, it's Vincent." 

She immediately got up and covered her body out of reflex. She tried not to make her misery obvious. 

"I have something to discuss with you; can you come down to the club?" 

He sounded almost giddy. But Jamie was not in any mood for games. 

"Can't you just tell me over the phone Vincent?" 

she asked, trying not to sound annoyed. 

"You know I can't discuss business on the phone... especially YOUR phone, sugar." 

She understood immediately what he meant, and thought of the FBI agent who was probably listening in. 

"Yea, ok... I'm just fucking the federal prosecutor now...meet you in a bit?" 

They both laughed as she hung up.

Half an hour later, she was at the Swan club. After a bit of small talk, Vincent got straight to the point. 

"Jamie, I know you're having a hard time raising the money for the lawyer's fees and I can help." 

When he first laid eyes on her, he lusted after her but unlike most of his girls, he found that he already had a weak spot for her. Although fucking her had been on his mind every second since he last saw her, he wanted more.

He was allowing her to see a side of him he didn't show others, his gentle caring side. She was the kind of woman he wanted to take care of. He resisted the urge to take her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right.

"I spoke to my lawyer Andrew Prince about representing your husband.; perhaps you have heard of him? When I explained the situation, he said that as a favor to me, he would waive his fees...He's the one you ran into last time you were here."

She had heard of him but pretended she hadn't so she didn't appear overly eager. Of course she heard of him, it was next to impossible to turn on the TV and not see him. 

"Why would someone like that be interested in helping me?" she wondered. 

She was skeptical and she should be.

"And you? What do you want?" 

He was hurt at her direct hit but let it go. 

"It's nothing compared to what you will receive in return" 

He opened his humidor box to pick out a cigar. 

"One show Jamie" He smelled the Montecristo cigar he pulled out of the box, 

"you perform for me...and a few select guests... just once and he will personally meet with you after the show to discuss your husband's case. I took the liberty to make the arrangements pending your approval of course, for this Friday night."

"This is what you wanted from me all along isn't it Mr. Ronson?" 

He was sad that she went back to calling him Mr. Ronson.

He stepped closer to her but she didn't move, she was not about to be intimated.

"Your husband is in prison Mrs. Alexander, doesn't that mean anything to you?

He hated himself for having to manipulate her but it was good for business and he needed a reason to get close to her.

"Don't play games with me Mr. Ronson, I wasn't born yesterday!"

"Jamie. Don't be a fool. It's only one show, this Friday, down to your g-string, that is all he wants and he will meet with you immediately afterward. It's a great opportuinity; don't let your pride get in the way of this." 

He lit the cigar as his eyes focused on her.

"And you? What do you want?" 

He walked over to her, inches from her face. She turned around not ready to face him, she stared out the glass window to the people inside the club. He pressed up against her, moved her hair aside, his erection growing against her buttocks 

"What I want is something surely you won't give" 

he whispered. He backed away

"therefore, I will settle for a show". 

Jamie's eyes filled up with tears but she was not about to let him see her cry.

Jamie didn't have to give her approval, Vincent understood it was a yes. He went behind his desk and handed her a box. 

"This is a gift, from me to you. Open it"

She opened the silver box and found a pair of sheer white panties and matching lace bra.

There was also a pair of 4 inch white stilettos, just her size.

"Model for me"

She knew this was the deal breaker. If she didn't model for him, he would not confirm the meeting. She thought for a second as she placed the box on the table next to her.

She unbuttoned her pants and paused.

"Do you mind?"

He smiled lightly and said "of course". Vincent went over to sit on his desk, his back to her.He heard the zipper of her leather pants and was hard instantly. The muffled noises of her getting undressed were driving his imagination wild. He had never imagined what he saw moment later as he turned around. Jamie looked like a Goddess, something out of a high class porn film. He almost gasped at the sight of her and his dick was ready to jump out of his pants. She was bent down to tie her shoes and he could see her perfectly round ass staring straight at him. The sight was mesmerizing. Her long legs were toned and tanned and as she came back up, she was startled that he had been watching her. She placed her hands on her breasts and pussy to hide. He walked over to her and grabbed one of her hands and lifted it up to his mouth.

"Don't be shy or modest sugar. You look absolutely breathtaking."

He kissed her hand as he admired every inch of her lovely body. She felt like a prey ready to be eaten by the predator. He circled around her until he came to a stop right behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close. Jamie stopped breathing.

"Precious and fragile things need special handling" 

he gently undid the clasp of the bra. Jamie crossed her arms over her breasts to keep it from falling off and exposing her.

His fingers pulled her hair away from her neck and he lowered his mouth and kissed her shoulder 

"You are a very attractive woman Jamie." 

His hands wrapped around her and slipped under her bra to grab her breasts, his hands and fingers massaged them gently.



"Mr. Ronson, I will say this once. Get your hands off me." She broke his trance and bruised his ego.

"Get out." He opened the door and left the room.

Jamie took a deep breath, tied her bra and picked up her clothes. She slipped her pants back on but not before Andrew walked in. He startled her. She put her top on as Andrew stared unable to look away.

"This Friday, you will get your show" She stormed out. 

"Hey kid" Jamie said as her baby brother picked up the receiver. Fabian was her twin, born two minutes after her but she always called him kid.

"Hey gorgeous, how are you doing?"

"Not good kid, not good at all. I need money"

"Of course, how much do you need?"

In total, I need $70,000. I have what mom and dad gave us but I need to borrow your share.

"Of course, I need a couple of days but the 20 K is yours." There was a short pause.

"Why don't you just let me take care of everything?"

"I need to do this on my own. Besides, I am not the fool everyone expects to play me for."

"You never were sis".

"Thanks Kid, I will pay you back with interest"

"Forget about it. I will have the money wired to your account as soon as I can. By the way, you should call dad, he wants to make sure you're ok"

"Just tell him I'm fine and I'll talk to him soon"

With his share and the money she had saved up, she was still short 10K just for the bail money.

Friday night came and Jamie sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room. The girls came and went and her turn was coming up as Vincent walked in.

She touched up her lipstick and saw his reflection in the mirror.

"Is he here?"

"Hi Jamie, yes he's here and he's looking forward to your performance. I don't know if you have seen the house yet, but we're packed, thanks to you. Here is a little bonus from me to you, just to help you out with some of those bills."

He handed her an envelope and walked away. She opened the envelope and saw they were all hundred-dollar bills, about twenty of them. Jamie so was moved by his generosity, that she started to cry. Maybe she had been wrong about Vincent. She bit her tongue to prevent her from crying; she couldn't mess up her makeup minutes before hitting the stage.

Brandy, One of the girls Jamie had befriended, walked in and whistled "Girl...you're stunning!" Her use of the word startled her, as it was the way Steve always described her...but she pushed him from her mind as Brandy started to help her with her makeup. "Oh what the hell you don't need more!" she added and she put down the makeup brush.

"I have never seen this placed so full, it's like everyone knew you'd be performing or something...honey, you will make a lot of money tonight. Just look at you!"

She thought again of Steve and how he'd be disappointed to find her here but then she thought of his tired looking face and how he begged her to get him out of that place. She kissed his picture again and whispered 

"This is all for you my love, we will be together again soon."

"You're on Jamie." 

Said one girl who walked in from the stage, naked and sweating.

Jamie wore a short skirt and high heels that tied around her ankle, her top was tight and low cut and showed off her beautiful cleavage. The alcohol seemed to have calmed her nerves. She took a deep breath and hit the stage the second the first note of the song came on.

The Swan was full, with not a single empty seat...but she spotted Andrew immediately. He sat right up in the front row, at the table just off the center stage...and Jamie was surprised to see he was alone. She has assumed men like him traveled with "associates". He wore a dark grey suit and looked like a million bucks. He was several years older than she was but it was obvious he took good care of himself.

She was determined to give the performance of a lifetime. She had danced for Steve plenty of times and had been following the strip tease workout videos for years, now she was putting it to use. She was eager to make this as memorable for him as she had no doubt it would be for her; to really give him -and Vincent- their money's worth. She would show him through her dancing how truly grateful she was to both of them.

She walked towards him, elegantly looking straight at him. She reached the pole and swung around it. Her skirt lifted and he could see her beautiful round ass. He actually gasped out loud.

She walked back to her initial spot, one leg in front of the other and turned around again. She moved her hips from side to side to the sound of the music; she turned to her side, dragged her hand up her thigh. Then without warning, she smacked her ass hard, she then slowly lifter her hand to her mouth and stuck a finger between her sexy lips. She could see the lust in Andrew's and everyone else's eyes, and it spurred her on.

She unbuttoned her top, took it off and tossed it aside. Her skimpy lace bra did little to cover her beautiful round breasts. As she danced, she pulled down her skirt to her hips then she bent completely over at the waist, giving Andrew a perfect view of her gorgeous sexy ass. She then dropped the skirt to the floor at her feet, stepping out of it and then pushing it aside with her foot.

She turned back to the audience and lowered herself onto the floor, first upright on her knees. She flexed her shapely legs, causing her body to rise and lower, as she did in the bedroom with Steve many times. The thought made her shiver with excitement. She then lowered herself down, almost flat, her firm breasts and barely covered pussy pressed into the cool flooring. Jamie then rose up on all fours with her back arched. In that position she looked like an erotic big cat on the prowl, like a sexy jaguar or panther. Without getting up, she swaggered over the entire stage, looking at Andrew like a hungry animal stalking its prey.

She got back up again and turned her back to the audience again. With one snap, she took off her top and threw it aside as well. She covered her magnificent breasts with her hands, and was surprised to feel how hard her nipples were. Again she shivered, and gave them a little tug before turning to face the audience again. She took a deep breath, it was now or never she thought, and exposed her tits for the world to see. She was surprised, and more than a little proud to hear gasps and appreciative noises from the men out there in the dark; and more than a few women as well. Jamie had never felt sexier in her whole life.

She was down to her skimpy g-string that barely covered her completely shaved cunt, but she never took her eyes off Andrew. She continued to dance as the men in the bar cheered her on; they didn't even bother to wait for her to go to them, they just threw bills on the stage. She swung again on the pole wrapping her legs around it at the waist level, and then letting go with her hands, dropping backward slowly until she actually hung upside down. Andrew gave her a look of intense satisfaction, and she saw him raise his fingers to his mouth and form a whistle. He couldn't take his eyes off her, or she off of him.

Vincent saw the show from his office and smiled to himself "My God Jamie..." He whispered to himself.

The song came to an end as she hung there. The crowd leapt to their feet with a thunderous applause, a complete standing ovation. She lowered herself from the pole and then turned to face the audience, bowing to them and basking in the applause. 

"God, I could learn to love this" she thought. 

She picked up her bra and turned to walk off stage. She was almost out of sight when she turned back around to blow Andrew a kiss. He blushed like a schoolboy; and stopped clapping only long enough to catch the imaginary kiss and apply it to his lips. Now it was Jamie's turn to blush.

She returned back in the dressing room and Vincent greeted her with applause as well.

"Well sugar, looks like you're a hit." 

He beamed. She was so excited that she threw her arms around him without even thinking how exposed she was. It was only when he pulled her closer and began rubbing her back that she remember the incident in his office, she pulled away immediately.

Vincent blushed when he realized how she had affected him, before with her personality and now with her body, and that his rapidly hardening cock was stirring in his pants.

He quickly recovered his business persona and changed the subject 

"Mr. Prince will be here to see you in a few minutes. Why don't you change in my office sugar?" 

His eyes danced all over her body as if he was molesting her with them as she quickly put her bra back on. He handed her a short tissue thin silk robe and, although it left little to the imagination and didn't do much to cover her, it was better than just her bra and g-string.

She went to wait for him in Vincent's private office; she didn't want anyone else knowing her affairs. Before she had time to even put on her jeans, there was a knock at the door.

Jamie scrambled to make sure her robe was well tied as the door opened and Andrew Prince let himself into the room and closed the door behind him. He quickly closed the distance between them and kissed her cheek even as she struggled to cover herself. Her partial nudity didn't seem to faze him in the least. 

"Mrs. Alexander, please allow me to be the first to say, your performance tonight was unforgettable!"

Jamie felt her face burn with a heavy blush but she also felt a strange sense of pride at the reaction she was able to elicit from this powerful man. She was sure he could have any woman he wanted, but tonight he was completely entranced with her. She smiled politely 

"Are you really here to discuss my performance Mr. Prince?"

He was obviously at home in Vincent's office, and he poured them both a drink and settled on the expensive overstuffed leather couch. 

"Please call me Andrew...and we can discuss anything you want my dear...anything at all. Please come sit with me, Mrs. Alexander"

"Ok Andrew... and please call me Jamie" 

she answered him reflexively, and immediately regretted encouraging the familiarity, as she felt his gaze up and down her nearly naked body as she crossed the room. He handed her the lead crystal tumbler as she sat next to him on the couch. She tossed down the drink he handed her without so much as a thought, the strong alcohol burning her throat as it went.

He slid closer to her on the couch, letting his arm rest on the cushion behind her. 

"I have been waiting to see you dance since I first saw you. Oh my God...I have never seen anything like it before, Jamie. You are an exceptionally sexy woman."

Jamie gulped at his words but didn't utter a single word. His words hit her like a ton of bricks. 

"What do you really want Mr. Prince?"

"I want to help you, Jamie...you and your husband. But maybe we can help each other."

She laughed out of nervousness and irritation. 

"Let me guess... you want me to blow you and then you'll help me out?" 

He could see the fire burning in her eyes, she was getting angry. She knew he wasn't a man who got turned down often, if ever at all.

While he looked at her, all he could picture was her husband fucking her and how much she must enjoy it. Did she like it hard? Soft? Fast? Was she an angel in the bedroom or a total wanton slut?

"You have me all wrong Mrs. Alexander, all wrong. I can help your husband and bring him back to you, where he belongs, untouched, unharmed."

She studied his eyes as he paused for a second. 

"I will handle your husband's legal affairs and...at least as importantly for him...I have the connections to keep the vermin away from him in prison, all for a small fee."

"How much?" she asked naively, and then she noticed his Rolex watch and instantly knew he didn't want money from her. His arm dropped from the back of the couch and he caressed her hair and his fingers trailed the back of her neck. His voice was unnervingly calm, and very soft.

"Doesn't it get lonely for you Jamie? You are a beautiful woman, probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

His strong hands felt good on Jamie's skin, and the alcohol and sensuality of the dancing had lowered her inhibitions. She felt her nipples harden and poke out above the half cups of her bra, and the feel of the silk against them was maddening her.

"So what do you want from me Andrew?" 

she asked again, but she was stalling for time to think...she already knew the answer to his question.

He took her face in his hands, and stared deep into her eyes. 

"I want to make you feel like a woman again...and in return, I can guarantee your husband's freedom in less than a week."

"How can you ask that of me Mr. Prince? How can you think that I would be able to do that?" 

She spoke indignantly as she slapped him as hard as she had ever slapped any man, then she got up and stormed toward the door. He followed her and grabbed her arm. As she spun around to slap him again, his face was only inches away from hers as he whispered 

"Jamie...you stole my heart tonight...I must have you."




The Payment



She could smell scotch on his breath just like she could always smell it on Steve's when he went out. 

"Your eyes are mesmerizing." 

He added softly. Standing this close to him she noticed how truly handsome he was, even with his right cheek now marked with a perfect pink print of her hand. She could see her reflection in his piercing green eyes and his perfect white teeth almost shined in the darkness of the room. He reached for the belt of her robe and untied it.

"I can make the pain go away Jamie. All of it." 

He whispered into her ear as he nuzzled against her. Her robe slid open and revealed her skimpy little lace bra and g-string panties. He gently pushed her against the door and his lips crashed down on hers. As her tiny hands struggled to push him away, he opened her mouth with his and slid his tongue inside in search for hers. She surprised both of them as she stopped resisting him and actually kissed him back. He reached for her shoulders and removed the robe letting it drop to the floor. This was the moment he had dreamed about since he first met this ravishing creature, the moment he had paid Vincent so handsomely to arrange. 

He trailed his soft hands down her back, his every sense filled with sensations of Jamie. Her small pointy tongue danced with his, her smaller body pressed to him, her smooth ivory skin so soft on his fingertips. Both of his strong hands slid down to her gorgeous ass that she had so proudly displayed on stage, taking time to cup each cheek and squeeze them softly. His rapidly hardening erection although still encased in his pant, was now pressed firmly against her the warm skin of her stomach. He knew she could feel it and she made no effort to pull away from him. Still, he knew better than to break the kiss, it was sure to disconnect her from her trance like state. He knew this could go either way and he was not about to let her walk out. 

His hands shifted; one to the front of her in between them and the other unsnapped her bra with a single motion, exposing her beautiful breasts. He cupped first one firm full tit as he continued to kiss her mouth and suck on her tongue, and then the other hand took hold of the other. He gently circled each of her hard nipples with his fingertips, pulling gently on the now fully erect and puckered flesh. She moaned softly into his mouth, her body betraying the desire she was desperately trying to hide.

He knew there was no way she would help him undress; he was on his own. He also knew it was the moment of truth; he moved reluctantly from her sexy mouth as he trailed kisses down her chin, to her neck, his mouth seeking out the hardened nipples that were begging to be sucked. His hands slid down her waist and his fingers slid under the flimsy waist of her poor excuse for panties at the side, slid them down her hips and onto the floor. Almost instantly, she heard the belt buckle of his pants and it reminded her of Steve. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. His pants dropped to the floor and she felt the head of his thick hard cock pressing at the opening of her wet pussy, just begging to be let in. 

"Come with me gorgeous" 

he scooped her up without even thinking about it and carried her over to the couch. He placed her down softly and dropped to his knees, although still towering over her 

"Show me how wet you are". Jamie hesitated. 

"No one will know about this Jamie, no one. Let's just enjoy each other, now show me." 

Jamie thought of Steve and how she needed to do this for him, but she was feeling guilty because she wanted Andrew. 

"For Steve... do it for Steve." 

The words repeated over and over in her head. Suddenly all of her inhibitions were gone. 

Jamie slowly spread her legs open and rubbed her pussy for Andrew to see. She wanted him to see how wet she was, wanted him to watch her touching herself. He could clearly see she was already wet, and it exited him that playing with her own pussy for him was also turning her on. She slit her index finger inside her pussy as she closed her eyes and moaned "mmmmm". As she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her finger, reality kicked in. She was masturbating for someone other than her husband and was enjoying it. Her eyes opened and locked with his. She froze for a moment, just staring at the handsome stranger - and he knew exactly what was going through her mind. He had hoped she would block out the doubts, and the thoughts of Steve. When Jamie made no move to get up, he was ready to go ahead with his plan.

Vincent had walked back to his office thinking everyone was gone, but as he approached the door he heard voices and paused at the door. It wasn't completely closed and he stood close and listened. He couldn't exactly make out what was being said. He pushed gently on the door just enough to look into his office and then he saw them. Jealousy overcame him immediately. He had wanted her for himself and had instead handed her over to Andrew. He watched as Andrew stood over her.

Andrew positioned himself between Jamie's legs and lowered his head to her pussy. Jamie raised her head and locked her eyes on his. 

"Mr. Prince..." He paused as she continued, 

"There was no talk about oral sex. That was not part of the deal." 

"I'm changing the rules." He said tersely and dropped his head to her cunt.

After giving her slit one long lick, Andrew thought he would go mad. Her smell was intoxicating and her taste was just as sweet and fresh as he had expected. Jamie's body also responded immediately to the sensation of his tongue in her pussy. It had been so long since her pussy had received such personal attention; she was instantly soaking wet. 

"Mmmmm...You want it, I can smell the lust on you." 

He was an arrogant bastard, she thought, but he was also quite correct... she wanted it very badly.

He stared at her pussy, the beauty of it. Her lips covered her clit completely; it was perfect. Her legs were barely open as his head slid between them and lowered to her pussy once again. She moaned gently. He paused to tease her a little more, 

"Now Mrs. Alexander, I can see that your pussy is just begging for my tongue to fuck it and that's exactly what is going to happen."

Andrew positioned himself back between her thighs and spread her legs as far apart as he could with his strong hands. His fingers opened the lips of her pussy like the blossoming of a flower. He inhaled deeply before burying his face in between her legs. He gently licked her open lips, discovering her hiding clit; he nuzzled at it and it became hard at the touch of his tongue. 

Jamie had tried as much as she could not to get aroused by Andrew, and to remain in full control of the situation. But her clit was so sensitive, and hadn't been touched in weeks; she was rapidly losing the battle with her body. She thought of Steve and how had he pleasured her countless times. A tear streamed down her face; she didn't want this burning inside of her loin. She had promised Steve that no other man would ever touch her again, and yet here she was - lying there, wanting this man to eat her out, wanting another man to make her feel all the things Steve had done for her. She thought that if she surrendered to the pleasure and got aroused, she would be betraying Steve... even if it was for him, to get him out of prison and back home where he belonged.

Andrew knew she was fighting it, fighting him. He would have made it easier for her, but she wasn't the type of woman who gave in easily. He knew he would fall for her regardless and then he'd have an even bigger problem. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, he would give her what she wanted and "she will fall for you too" he thought. Every single woman he had been with had fallen for him, why would Jamie be any different? 

"Once this is done, you won't even remember his name" he thought to himself.

His tongue went in and out of her vigorously, the tip of it circling her quickly swelling clit. She was so incredibly turned on, and yet she didn't make a single sound. With his thumb and index fingers, he parted her pink lips further, licking her slit up and down and also positioning a finger at her opening as he did. 

"Andrew... please" Jamie tried to speak, but couldn't. He knew she wanted to protest but wasn't able to bring herself to say the words; after all he was in control and they both knew it.

Vincent watched as Andrew ate Jamie's wet pussy like a man possessed. He was in a trance; she looked absolutely hot and it took all of his willpower not to interrupt them. He felt sure that if Jamie had even a clue that he was watching, neither of them would ever see her again.

"Trust me Jamie... just listen to your body and relax." 

Andrew whispered and slipped his finger fully inside her, as she gasped as her tears ran freely down her cheeks. His finger pumped in and out of her now sopping pussy; he was determined to make her explode for him, all over his hand and face. He ate her delicious pussy and his finger increased its pace; slipping it with ease in and out of her cunt, he added a second one. They both knew she couldn't resist much longer. 

"I want you to cum for me, Jamie".

Vincent had a raging hard on as he watched Andrew devour and finger Jamie's delicious pussy. He couldn't see if her eyes were closed but her body language told that she was enjoying every second of it. He thought of Steve and how upset he would be. In his fantasy, he was Steve and was watching his wife acting like a little slut. 

"That's it Jamie... let go... cum for me," 

Andrew whispered to her between licks of her pussy and nibbles on her clit. Jamie's body stiffened at the dual sensations of his mouth and fingers in her pussy and his voice in her head. Her head sunk into the couch's pillow as she arched her back, and Andrew felt her pussy tightening on his fingers. His lips gently sucked on her clit while the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth over it. 

Jamie exploded with the force of an atomic bomb, as she rode the wave of orgasm. 

His mouth devoured her pussy as she came and all the juices flowed from her cunt to his mouth. As her body collapsed, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. She tasted so sweet; he didn't think he could get enough of her. 

Jamie quickly wiped away the tears from her face but was too late, he had already noticed. He came up to her face and nuzzled at her neck. 

"Don't worry Jamie, everything is going to be ok." 

He hated that she didn't want this; that she didn't want him as much as he wanted her; but he was also determined to change her mind. He was determined that when this was done, she wouldn't care if Steve stayed in prison as long as Andrew agreed to fuck her everyday.

"Let me make this all better Jamie. I know how hard it is." 

He looked into her watery eyes; they looked almost like glass. She had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen and he envied Steve for having her love him as much as she did. He cupped her face in his hands but she looked away in shame.

"I know that you feel like you're falling into emptiness and the loneliness has kicked in, it doesn't have to be that way...let me make you feel good Jamie" 

She turned away from him once again "no!" she whispered.

"Do you hate me Jamie?" 

he asked in such a soft voice, as if to contradict his words. She didn't answer, how could she tell him she did? He was the only one who could get Steve out. But he persisted, 

"You hate that I've put you in a position where you want to give in to me, give yourself to me; and you want to claw my eyes out because of it". 

Once again she remained silent. He grabbed her face in his hands again and forced her to look him in the eyes 

"Let it out Jamie, let me have it, tell me what you feel!" 

She couldn't hold back any longer, and her rage exploded 

"Yes... I hate you! I hate everybody! I hate everything! Steve is in prison because people like you can't keep their dicks in their pants and I'm left to pay the price! Yes, I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" 

She cried, the tears flowing freely now.

Vincent was startled by her loud outburst and almost gave himself away.

But Andrew responded by kissing her harder than before, and roughly parted her lips with his. His tongue snaked its way inside her small mouth and searched for her tongue. As much as she hated him and hated being there with him, she allowed him to kiss her, and even returned the kiss. She needed someone to console her, to make her feel like everything would be all right; even if in a few minutes she'd realize she was sleeping with the enemy.

Still locked in a kiss he straddled her, and with his strong thighs he parted her legs. She resisted his advances and with her hands on his chest, she tried to push him away. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her body close to his. The touch of her skin against his was incredible to him. Her bare breasts rested against his hard chest, her hard nipples pressing into his flesh; and he wished he would never have to let her go. He loosened his grip on her wrists, and broke the kiss to look at her gorgeous face. She slapped his face as hard as she could, given her vulnerable position. He was taken aback and he was hurt, but he was not angry. She looked genuinely surprised by her own gesture.

Vincent smirked, as much as he wanted to see Jamie get fucked, he also didn't want to see Andrew win out. He was happy that Andrew got what he deserved.

Andrew was calm as he spoke "do you feel better?" He asked, his voice indicating more than a little annoyance. Still towering over her, he raised his voice and added, 

"I'm trying to help you and this is what I want in return... now you can either handle it or you can leave". 

Jamie suddenly felt like she was a child pulling a tantrum, and was embarrassed by his harsh tone.

Vincent knew Andrew well enough to know he was bluffing. He was too far in love with Jamie not to help her, and he had gone too far to turn back now. The lawyer was tying to get the bonus plan now, and he hoped that Jamie wouldn't take his bait.

Jamie was confused; yes, she wanted Steve out of prison at any cost, but how could she give herself to Andrew? Andrew was nervous she would call his bluff, and would call it off at any minute. He knew that if this moment would pass, it would never come again. He waited nervously for a reply that never came. 

His fingers trailed between her breasts to her navel, and she raised her head to face him as he looked into her shiny eyes. 

"God you are a beautiful woman Jamie" 

he whispered nervously 

"I can't stop myself from touching you." 

As Jamie's expression softened, even though he had only known her a short time, he could tell from her eyes that she was finally relenting. He laid atop her, his hard cock resting against the outside of her pussy and kissed her deeply. She finally wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth; his hunger for her grew in the matter of seconds. She finally parted her legs to welcome him. He broke the kiss and stared at her face. 

He shifted his weight and began to press himself forward into her moist flesh, but Jamie stopped him. 

"Please wear a condom," she pleaded. 

But Andrew continued to press into her, 

"No condom Jamie, I want to feel YOU, completely". 

Both of her hand shot up to his chest and she held him away from her, 

"Andrew please" 

her eyes pleaded with him and he couldn't refuse her. Besides not wanting to lose his opportunity, he also didn't want to hurt her any more than he already had. Vincent's cock stirred in his pants in anticipation of what was to happen next.

As Andrew got up to look for a condom, Vincent backed away from the door. Andrew found what he was looking for in the top desk drawer of Vincent's desk; the last of a supply of condoms that both men had used often. As he headed back to where Jamie lay naked and waiting, he stood there looking at her, his eyes once again taking in her beauty. She was simply perfect. Her blonde hair was tousled, but beautiful; she had no lipstick left, and still her lips were a light shade of red. Her firm, round breasts eager to be touched, the nipples hard and puckered, and her bare pussy glistened with desire. He had never been so turned on in his life. 

Andrew could hardly control himself as he ripped open the condom packet, and in his haste he damaged the rubber. Jamie quickly realized what had happened, and their eyes met in a simultaneous look of horror. Andrew said in a voice just above a whisper, 

"That was the only one." 

And without speaking another word, they both understood what would happen; there would be no condom, and she would have to trust him not to cum inside her.

He threw the rubber aside, strode across to the couch, and lay atop her once again. Her arms opened for him this time, and he trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts. He opened his mouth and captured one of her nipple with his tongue, and his hand gave attention to the other, gently tugging at it. Jamie pulled his head tighter to her breast as she moaned, 

"Mmmmmm," and she parted her legs for him at last. 

Vincent knew Andrew would finally fuck her and he could contain himself no longer. He unzipped his pants and reached for his raging hard on. He took a chance and opened the door a little more. If Jamie turned her head, she was sure to see him - but at this point, he needed a full view of the fucking session. There was no way he would miss watching Andrew give Jamie what promised to be the fucking of her life.

Andrew positioned his hard cock against Jamie's pussy and waited for her approval. He could now see the lust in her eyes and she finally wanted him as much as he did her. His strong hands held her legs apart and his huge cock slipped into her slowly, an inch at a time. Jamie shivered under him. His cock was not as long as Steve's but unusually thick, and she was being stretched open as never before. She was so tight he thought she might scream but instead she bit her lip to keep from crying out, and even pressed back against him, driving him deeper inside. He finally slid his full seven inches inside, then back out of her, and then forced it back into her tight hole again. His motions were slow; waiting for her pussy to adjust to his thick cock. 

After a few slow thrusts, he needed to fuck her the way he liked it, the way he knew she wanted it too; hard and fast. He pulled back out of her once again and then, with one hard thrust, he rammed his entire length deep into her cunt. Jamie screamed out in a combination of immense pleasure and incredible pain, 

"Fuckkkkkk!" 

Andrew smiled in satisfaction at her scream, 

"you liked that don't you?" 

Jamie didn't answer him; she didn't need to. Her fingers reached up and pulled at her nipples as Andrew's thick hard cock continued to slowly pump her tight pussy.

He watched as his thick monster began to pound more furiously in and out of her cunt, stretching her obscenely as he did. Jamie's fingers trailed down her navel to play with her clit. She rubbed her clit in circular motions as Andrew's dick disappeared and reappeared from her pussy,

"Oh yeah baby... rub that pretty pussy for me", 

Andrew moaned as he shifted his weight so he could drive even deeper and his balls slapped against her ass. Jamie moaned as she started to meet his thrusts, and she forced her legs as far apart as she could to allow him even greater penetration. 

Vincent was in a trance; from where he was standing he could see everything. He had a perfect view of Andrew's cock slamming into Jamie's juicy pussy while she played with herself. He also had noticed how turned on she was. Her head was now thrashing from side to side but before he could back away behind the door, her eyes had flung open and she stared straight at him. Jamie closed her eyes again, thinking that maybe it was just her imagination providing an audience to increase her pleasure. Slowly, she opened them again and yes he really was there. His dick stood straight out of his pants and he stroked it furiously; his gaze fixed her pussy, watching it get fucked by Andrew's big cock. But instead of feeling troubled at the thought of being watched, she became even more excited. 




The Payment



Her pussy was getting the royal fucking it deserved and to top it all off she now had an audience. Andrew was too entranced to notice anyone watching them, by now he was holding on to Jamie's hips and pumping her smooth tight cunt as hard as he could. 

"You little whore, you like that? How long has this pussy been waiting for a fuck?" 

Jamie looked straight at Vincent as she answered Andrew 

"Too long!"

"You have such a tight cunt Jamie, God how I love to fuck it. How many fuckings has this nasty little cunt gotten, you little tease?" 

Jamie couldn't believe how turned on she was, it was as if Andrew had read her diary and plotted to have every dirty secret desire fulfilled. He was fucking her the way she loved it – hard and fast – saying all the perfect filthy things she loved, while Vincent watched and stroked his cock for her to see; she thought she would come any second without warning. 

Andrew knew she was close, and he reached for her breasts and pinched both her nipples hard.

" Answer me Jamie...How many fuckings has your cunt had?" 

Jamie responded as he knew she would, 

"Hundreds... thousands...Yes... Please... fuck!! Don't stop!"

Andrew suddenly stopped as he slipped completely out of her now drenched pussy. 

"Tell me you need it. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want the fucking of your life, you little tease." 

"Please... don't ...don't..." 

she wanted to tell him "don't stop" but the words refused to come out of her mouth, but he knew by the way she rubbed her clit, trying to get off any way she could.

Andrew slapped her hand away 

"I'm the only one who touches this cunt, got that?"

With that, he thrust his entire length back into her, hard and deep and she screamed again in both pain and pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhhh" Andrew moaned at how hot Jamie was, 

"Oh yeah that's it... you little cock teaser... take it all".

Vincent stroked his own cock with the same rhythm as Andrew fucked Jamie. As she watched him, she felt almost as though she had both men fucking her at the same time. It was both an incredible turn on and yet she was also nauseated by her own lust. Just then Jamie saw Vincent throw his head back, mouth open, and his cum sprayed in a rope, spurt after spurt, all over his hand and splashing to the floor.

"Andrew, pleeeeease..." 

Even though Jamie would not say it, her eyes begged him to fuck her harder, faster. They both knew she was about to have one of the most incredibly explosive orgasms of her life, but he wanted more... he wanted it to be the best fuck she ever had. He varied his thrusts now, first slow and shallow, then hard and fast; he wasn't just fucking Jamie, he was showing off his cockmanship. He was a very experienced lover, and he was determined to drive her wild with desire... and he was succeeding.

The leather from the couch was soaked with her cunt juices, and she needed to come so badly. 

"Open your eyes and look at me Jamie," 

he demanded and she immediately obeyed him. 

"You're so fucking hot, Jamie, I can't believe I got to fuck this cunt." 

Andrew now gave it his all and pounded relentlessly into the depths of her pussy. He knew she was close, and he was trying to time his own rapidly approaching orgasm with hers. He was so close, and wanted to time it so she didn't think about the condom, and would not stop him from spewing his seed deep in her cunt.

He felt the tight walls of her pussy contract and her cunt muscles grab hold of his cock like a fist, "That's it Jamie... Oh yeah baby... that's it! Cum all over my cock!" Andrew looked at Jamie's face as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. 

"That's it baby, let it out... let me hear you cum while I cum inside you Jamie." 

Just then Jamie exploded, her orgasm bursting from her, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, her entire body convulsing over and over in spasms of pleasure. 

"Fuck yes... Steven... fuck my pussy hard... I'm cumming.... ohhhh Stevennnnnn". 

Her eyes were locked with Andrew's the entire time as she came over and over. As her orgasm started to subside, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, and Andrew knew then that she had deliberately called out her husband's name as she came.

"You bitch!" 

Andrew screamed, but he was too far gone to stop, and his own body tensed and he came harder than he ever came in his entire lifetime. Jamie felt his body tense and tried to push him off of her, but he was bigger and had all the leverage. His semen sprayed deep into her womb, coating her cervix, and filling her pussy. 

"NO, you bastard... get off of me!" 

She screamed and shoved him with all her might. He came out of her tight pussy with a wet pop, as the rest of his hot cum shot out and landed on her stomach and breasts. It was now his turn to smile. 

He got up leaving Jamie covered in the white sticky substance. Still naked, his cock dripping with Jamie's juice, he went over to Vincent's humidor and took out a cigar; he was shameless.

Jamie grabbed some tissues from the box on the table next to the couch and did the best she could to wipe herself clean. She could feel his cum inside of her, and she wished she had a douche to flush it out. She was feeling suddenly dirty and wanted to shower so badly to get the stink of Andrew off of her. Overcome by sudden modesty, she looked around for her clothing. 

"You're quite a fuck Jamie" 

She and was taken aback by Andrew's comment, and looked back at the naked stranger whom she had just had sex, and felt sick to her stomach. Desperate to deny what she had experienced with him, Jamie lashed out, 

"I only wish I could say the same to you."

Andrew watched as she slipped on her panties and dressed hurriedly. His desire for her had not subsided as he had expected it would, and he wanted her all over again within minutes. He didn't regret bedding her for even a second, but he did regret losing his temper instead of going about it in a way that might leave an opportunity to do it again. The thought that she would try and forget about him the minute she walked out bothered him more than anything else. 

Andrew suddenly felt foolish just sitting around naked, and pulled on his pants. Jamie finished collecting her scattered clothing and hurried to get dressed. She slipped on her jeans and put on her tank top. He desperately wanted to end the evening on a good note if there even the slightest chance she would see him again. 

"I will arrange everything for tomorrow morning if you have the bail money"

"I have it" 

she almost whispered, her thoughts once again turned to her loving husband.

"Ok then, I will call you with the details."

"Perfect" She answered, but didn't give him more than that.

"Look Jamie" he started, and she turned to look at him. In his attempt at regret, he looked almost like a shy schoolboy. It was a look she thought odd under the circumstances. He continued, 

"I'm sorry you were put in this position"

Jamie laughed in a contemptuous manner, 

"You're sorry? What are you sorry about Andrew? What?" 

his comments had infuriated her. She was now screaming, demanding for him to answer her. 

"You're sorry you gave me an ultimatum? Sorry I gave in to you? Or sorry you fucked me? Which one is it?"

"Jamie stop it!" he tried calming her but knew it was no use. 

"I made love to you because I wanted to, yes... I wanted you badly. But even if you won't admit it, you wanted it too!"

Jamie lashed out at him once again, 

"News flash, Mr. Prince... that wasn't making love, it was nothing more than a fuck - a cheap sleazy fuck! And maybe I did want it – but understand me, I don't want you!"

Andrew felt stupid and yet, he wanted to take her in his arms and really make love to her, feeling her all over again, this time the way she deserved. He grabbed her arms and pulled her close. 

"The next time, I'll be making love to you and not fucking you." 

"How dare you... there won't be a next time!" 

Her expression was cold; her eyes were now dark and filled with hatred for the man in front of her. 

"We had a deal, now you make sure you keep your end of the bargain" 

He let her go as she finished her sentence, 

"I'll call you tomorrow with the details, but until then you are not to visit him." 

Part of his reasoning was legal, but mostly it was the thought that she would be with her husband soon that drove him insane with jealousy.

Jamie stopped dead in her tracks. 

"What?? You're crazy if you think I can stay away from him" 

"Don't be stupid Jamie, he will see it written all over your face. What good would that do him? I will set everything up and call you with the details."

Jamie answered in a low flat tone, 

"Fine" 

then turned and walked out of the office, leaving Andrew alone there – very alone. As Jamie walked out of the Swan Club, the street was deserted; it was dark and the rain was coming down hard. There were only three cars in the parking lot and she knew the BMW was Andrew's, he was parked next to her. She spit on his car as she fumbled with her keys. She thought of what she had done and her tears came and joined the rain in poring down. She cried uncontrollably, hoping the hard rain and the tears could wash away her sins.

Vincent walked into his office just as Andrew was finishing getting dressed. 

"Always making yourself comfortable in my office, I see." 

He looked over at the couch where Andrew had fucked Jamie to see that the leather was still coated in a combination of their juices. Andrew laughed in contempt, 

"What's your problem Vincent, the show wasn't good enough for you?"

Vincent wondered which show he was talking about; had Andrew noticed him watching?

"You didn't have to fuck her Andrew, you could have just taken her case. I told you I would take care of the payment" 

Andrew answered smugly, 

"Have you seen Jamie, Vincent? I would be crazy to pass that up. Besides, before long, she won't even remember his name".

"What are you saying Andrew??" 

Vincent felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. Andrew answered honestly and with unexpected emotion, 

"I think I have finally met the woman who can make this bad boy settle down." 

Vincent couldn't believe his ears; this had gone too far. 

"Andrew, she is married and she loves her husband... you know that is the only reason she fucked you!" 

Andrew screamed in anger,

"You're wrong. She fucked me because she wanted it! She wanted me! And she will want it again!" 

Vincent was instantly nauseous; what had he done? He turned to leave, telling Andrew, 

"When you're ready to leave, have Theo lock up. I'm leaving," 

Vincent was disgusted with Andrew's comments and he was hoping he would come to his senses by morning and leave that poor girl alone.

Vincent was in such shambles as he left the Swan that he didn't even notice how hard the rain was coming down. He did notice Jamie though, crouched on the ground by her car crying, completely soaked by the rain. He ran to her immediately 

"Jamie??" 

He picked her up, and she looked pitiful. She was completely drenched and hysterical. As he held her shoulders, he felt she body shaking. 

"Sugar?" he called to her softly.

"What have I done Vincent? How could I? Steve will never forgive me!!!" 

She buried her face in his chest and he opened his arms to comfort her. At that moment he hated himself as much as he hated Andrew. He had delivered Jamie right into Andrew's bed and now she was turning to him, the one who was responsible for it all.

"You watched," she whispered. It was as though someone had punched him in the stomach. 

"And I let you."

She looked up at him; even drenched and with not an ounce of makeup on her, she still could not look more beautiful. Vincent wished there was no Andrew, no Steve. He would take care of Jamie so that this never happened again. 

"Jamie you're in no condition to drive, let me bring you home". 

On the drive home, Jamie didn't speak, only looked into emptiness. Vincent wished that the circumstances were different, that he was driving her to his home. By the time he accompanied her to the front door, she had calmed down and seemed more focused. 


"Thank you Vincent", she whispered and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

"You're welcome sugar" She then closed the door before any more words could be exchanged. Not that there was anything else for either of them to say, but tomorrow was another day.

Jamie was exhausted; mentally, emotionally, and physically – but still sleep would not come easily to her. When it finally did relieve her, it was a fitful sleep and filled with vile images of Andrew and Vincent and the filthy things they were doing to some girl. She watched as they took her against her will, again and again, both separately and together. The worst part was that, even during the most obscene sex acts, the girl was actually cumming over and over again as they defiled her body. As Jamie watched the 2 men smiling as they violated the girl in every indecent way possible, she was thinking to herself, "what a whore this girl must be to allow this, despite her screams of protest." Just then the girl turned to look at Jamie, and she suddenly realized with shock – it was HER! She tried to scream but just then she was abruptly transported into the body of the girl, and could suddenly feel everything the girl was experiencing. She could feel her pussy stretched wide as Andrew drove his immense cock deep inside her, and the chocking sensation as Vincent filled her mouth with his hard 6 inches. The cock in her mouth was preventing her from screaming and she struggled to get way, but it was no use!

The sound of a car door slamming woke Jamie from the horrible nightmare she was having, and she looked out the window to see a familiar looking BMW in her driveway. She was horrified as she realized it belonged to Andrew Prince; he was there, at her house – at Steve's house! She glanced at the clock that read almost 10:30 as she scrambled to throw on her jeans and a top. There was no way would she ever again allow him to see her in just a robe. 

The doorbell had already been rung repeatedly as she dragged herself down the stairs, she did not want to appear anxious to see him in the least. She finally reached the door, and undid the bolt, but left the chain latched as she opened the door only a few inches. "What do you want?" she asked him, without showing any emotion at all. 

"Jamie, its Andrew Prince, I have news for you." 

Jamie thought his manner was oddly formal, especially given that his cock was buried in her less than 12 hours earlier, and then she realized he had someone else with him. "Must be someone from the court", she thought and opened the door fully for him.

As the door opened, the man with Andrew turned to face her – it was Steve! Jamie screamed and leapt into the arms of her adoring husband, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing his face over and over. Finally her mouth connected with his and they shared a deep passionate soul kiss, a kiss that said everything mere words could not express at that moment. Their tongues danced together for the first time in weeks, and the love between them flowed like electricity. 

Andrew watched from the side, only a few feet away, immensely jealous of the love Jamie had for Steve. How he wished that he was the one she was greeting like that. He recalled the night's events, how hot the sex had been, and how she would probably fuck Steve's brains out tonight. His jealousy turned to hatred toward Steve, but he was nothing if not cool. He showed no signs of emotion, his face in a frozen smile for "the happy couple." Finally, he cleared his throat to remind them he was still there, and Steve set Jamie down. Unsure of what he had told Steve, Jamie walked over to Andrew and extended her hand, 

"Thank you, Mr. Prince." 

He pushed her hand away and pulled her into a tight embrace, saying for Steve's benefit.

"And I told you, its Andrew." 

As he pulled her body tight to his, Steve smiled; it was a sight he was well used to, all men used any excuse to press against Jamie's body. . What he didn't realize was that at that very instant as he was smiling, Andrew was whispering in Jamie's ear. 

"I can't stop thinking about you, Jamie".She stepped away from him.

"You will stay for dinner won't you Mr. Prince?" asked Steve.

Andrew stared at Jamie "I'd love to".

Stay tuned for the next chapter...



The Payment



Thinking I had the bet all wrapped up in my pocket, I got a very cocky attitude that night. Little did I know how bad I would lose? Afterwards, when I realized I had lost. I had to come up with something super to knock their socks off. I thought to myself, this will be the last time I make a bet that includes one guy and his friends.

While taking a shower later that night, I was thinking of something I could do to be as creative as possible which would make my debt into a credit with the guys. I also thought to myself, since they wanted something sexy and erotic from me personally. I was going to make them hurt and hurt badly, for this is the best way possible. I laughed inwardly, just thinking of them all sitting there with huge hard-ons and not being able to do anything about it because of their pride, or possibly, the fact they would not ever think of masturbating in front of each other!

Such pussies! I thought and smiled brightly. Washing down my stomach I felt the water drip down in between my soapy thighs. I got a tingly sensation and started to move my hands downward, feeling my legs grow weaker as my fingers crept closer to my honey pot, I thought of how good it would be to make them all watch me, stripping naked and rubbing my tight little box.

I came, copiously. Before I realized it, I became aware that I was completely dripping wet! Not from the shower water either. I was sliding my right index finger over my swelling clit, which was now getting hard like a little shiny pebble you might find on the beach somewhere. Although I would rather you pay attention to my clit than some crummy beach!

The more I rubbed and played with it, the more I felt my honey pot drip. I could feel my pussy tightening up, it is screaming for some long needed attention too! I just can't stop rubbing my clit, it feels so good! Oh! Yes! I rub it faster, making circles until I can feel the waves start to come over me. I raised my left leg up on the side of the tub so I can rub it faster! I pinch my clit and just as I do that I can feel the wave peak. Oh Dear! I start to shake and I can't help but to take my other hand and slam my fingers deep into my soaked pussy! I am twisting and twirling it stretching my tight hole riding the waves of the first orgasm, I realized I was moaning out loud! It turned me on even more knowing that everyone was still in the other room. They would hear me, knowing that I was playing with myself! I thought to myself, this is perfect to fill the bet. Still slamming my finger inside my pussy I lost all coherent thoughts that I had and I enjoyed the task in my hand! I could feel the hot water running down my back from the shower head; it was more sensuous to feel the warm sticky juices running down my trembling thighs.

Still kneading my clit - I was moaning out! - Still I couldn't stop, it felt so damn good! It had been awhile since I have had sex, hell it had been for ever since I have even had time for a masturbation session! That was probably why I was so tense lately. I continued my little self-love play. I think I needed something more if this was going to work to my advantage. I slowly and reluctantly eased my finger out of my hot pussy. I wanted to be selfish and finish myself off, until me swooning with the pleasure! I sigh to myself and think a bet is a bet, which I would personally have to pay in full. Just the thought made my pussy trickle some more.

I climb out of the shower and stand in front of the mirror for a minute looking at myself. My nipples and pimpled areolas are swollen standing proudly out from milky white tits. You can see the rest of my body is fairly tanned except for one small patch of skin where my tiny little bikini bottoms fit snuggly over my pussy mound. Telling you more about my nipples they are poking out like bullets! So hard right now! Wickedly, I lean my head, reaching with my outstretched tongue I lick across it as I watch myself in the mirror. Oh! I do love to have sex with myself! I still have droplets of water dripping down my body, which is perfect for what I have in mind.

Looking for and finding for lotion to rub my wet body down to make it silky smooth. I found some baby oil, which was even better, I start lathering my small frame down with the oil and I hear someone coming down the hallway. I laugh to myself. I asked myself, did they hear me? I hope so. As I hear the footsteps coming closer I start to get wet again knowing that in a few moments I am going to make them suffer, I do get brief thought of hoping it is still just the three of the guys and their girlfriends, Then I wonder will their girlfriends like this too? I know one of them expressed to me before she was bisexual but would this be overstepping some sort of boundaries between friends?

Putting those thoughts out of my head as soon as I heard the knock on the bathroom door. My body was wet and oily now, my nipples hard and pussy was soaked, I know my pussy lips were still swollen as I could feel them pulsating between my legs looking for attention. I ask who was at the door and I heard a female voice. Surprised for a second I wondered what was wrong. She asked, Can I come in, I really need to pee, I unlocked and opened the door but never bothered to put on a towel or anything, She slowly came in and said, Sorry, but one of the guys have the other bathroom and I just couldn't wait and more. I just nodded my head and pretended she was not there as I continued to prepare myself for later. I leaned over the sink and I guess my ass was sticking out some because she commented on how I had such small tan lines on my hips and ass she asked what kind of bathing suit I wore. I told her I would show her later. She smiled and nodded. She pushed her jeans down and I could see she had on white cotton bikinis, which is something I love. I think that is one of the sexiest things ever and is why I wear them myself. She continued to pull her panties down. I could not help but watch her in the mirror.

She was cute, short reddish brown hair and a cute button nose. She had stunning green eyes that looked like they could shoot daggers if you pissed her off, but I liked that. She could hold her own which was a nice thing to have if you are a female. I noticed she was watching me watch her in the mirror. She smiled and her eyes twinkled as she let her jeans and panties fall down to the floor. She stood straight up for a second lifted her shirt up a tiny bit over her tummy and I could see she was shaved, not completely but had a nice thin patch from the top of pussy going up about an inch. I saw her trace it with her finger, which was hot. I felt a burst of heat hit me right in the center of my pussy. I started to wiggle and turned my back to her and turned on the water figuring she might want to have some privacy. I bent over to pick up the baby oil cap and felt something trace over my ass. Startled I jumped and then realized she was doing it. I finished picking up the cap thinking what was going on with her. I could feel her whole hand on my ass now moving slowly in between my legs and I was getting soaked hot, I wanted her to keep going but I was afraid if I moved or said anything she would stop. With out thinking I uttered, Oh! Yes! That feels nice!'

I realized she hadn't wanted a pee at all! She just wanted some girl on girl action with me. Her hands were in between my legs now and I could not help but moan out. She looked at me in the mirror again and smiled. She started to talk to me. I looked at her in the mirror and she said, Lets have some fun. I giggled and told her all about my bet and my plans to pay up for the guys and she just laughed explaining she knew about the bet. She told me they would be sorry - because she lost to them as well. I laughed and felt her finger graze my clit as I did, that made me moan out louder then before. I guess we were laughing louder then we thought - because one of the guys asked if we were having fun. That question made us giggle.

She came closer to me and leaned down and licked over my hard nipple, it sent shivers down my spine. I leaned outwards hoping she would do more and she did. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked down pulling it into her throat. God it felt so good. She stopped and said, Okay let's go pay them now. Not knowing what she had in store. I followed her having my own plans. My body was flushed from being so turned on now and I know my pussy was beyond hot and wet. As I walked out of the bathroom I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me walking down the dark hallway. Coming up on the family room, where all the guys were, I noticed they were oblivious to us walking past them, I realized she was going into the dining room off the family room separated. Having my own agenda I stopped in front of the table unaware of what she had in mind. I looked at her to see what she was doing and realized she was coming towards me, pushing me onto the table I could feel myself get excited as she opened my towel and let it drop to the floor. I sat down on the edge of table and spread my legs open at my knees. She looked down and smiled at me seeing that I was shaved and dripping wet. My pussy was glistening to the point my outer lips were slippery wet and my mound was swollen.

As she leaned into me to me kiss me I let my hands drop to her hips and I started to push her undone pants down to her ankles, when my hands could not reach anymore I locked my feet around her legs and pushed the rest of the way down with my feet making sure her pants and panties were gone from her legs, I could feel her step out of them and kick them out of the way.

As we continued to kiss, I could feel her hands massaging my ass and she felt good. Her hands were so smooth and soft, so teasingly intimate. She was kneading my ass cheeks, letting her fingers probe in and around my anus which was a pleasant surprise. I was wiggling my bum under her touch.

Through her shirt I was caressing her tits which were now swollen and I knew she was not wearing a bra by the feel of her taut nipples through the cloth of her shirt. I backed away from her kiss and lifted her shirt up, she lifted her arms so I can raise it over her head, and I stopped to gaze at her huge swollen tits. She was milky white all over and her skin was smooth as silk, her silver dollar size nipples were perky and ready for my mouth so I leaned down and took one of her titty nipples in my mouth. Barely sucking on it I could hear her breathe in hard. When I bit the tip of her nipple gently I felt her to start to shake and I knew she was getting wet now too, so I let my hands roam down the side of her waist and down her stomach till I reached her mound., I rubbed gently on the outside of her pussy massaging it.

I could feel her grinding down into my palm, which made me slowly slide one of my fingers in between the outer pussy lips. I slid my finger from down from the top of her mound to her asshole and brought it back up again never once touching anything that would make her shiver and shake. Yet she was soaking my hand anyway. I could feel her juices running down my hand, I brought my hand up to her mouth and pushed my one finger into her mouth and made her suck her juices off. Mainly because I like being forced to drink my own juices too. Once I knew she had some on her tongue I leaned in and sucked the tip of her tongue I felt her moan under my mouth and As my tongue moved further into her mouth I moved hand back down her to pussy but this time I was rougher and pusher open her legs wide with my arm and I slammed in two fingers right away, I felt her legs buckle on my hand which made me excited and I started to push my fingers into her tight pussy deeper and harder, She was moaning under my kiss and I moved my mouth from her and I watched her eyes as I fucked her tight cunt with my long extended fingers.

She was writhing as my fingers went in and out and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm so with my thumb I massaged her clit in tune with the rhythm of my fingers, She was getting louder and I looked down and could see her juicy sweet drink run down her legs My mouth watered, dying to taste her succulent pussy juices, soon I would be dining on those, I thought.

I could feel her getting closer as her pussy was grabbing at my fingers pulling them into her more. I jumped off the table pushed her into the wall behind us and spread her legs open enough so I could get in-between them, she raised her one leg and rested it on my shoulder and my head moved and the tip of my tongue lashed out her clit.

That was all it took for her to scream out loud. Through her scream and moan I could hear in the background one of the guys asks, did you hear that? The other guys didn't say anything I could hear but I heard footsteps.

Laughing to myself, knowing they would soon catch the show, I started licking her clit faster and harder and I could feel her hands grab my hair pulling my head into her pussy harder, she started grinding her hot juicy wet pussy on my mouth now. I heard the foot steps move in closer which made me back away from her some. Just enough to give the first guy a clear shot of my tongue sliding into her pussy. I slowly licked her pussy from clit to her tasty asshole and back up again and once I did that, I licked over her lips spreading them open and started to push my tongue into her hole. As I did this she started to cum on my tongue, I heard her say, Boys its lunch time! In breathy howls. I knew they were all close by and she was on the verge of exploding any minute.

Using my finger to massage her clit as my tongue fucked her tight pussy she started to buck against my mouth real hard. Feeling her juices run down my to my tits now was making me crazy I kept thrusting my tongue in and out and that is when I heard from the back ground, HOLY SHIT! I knew then our plan was set, I kept fucking her with my mouth and heard moans from behind me, She looked down at me and I knew all three of the guys were there now, She pulled my hair and started to cum hard. I could feel her sweet cum dripping into my mouth making me swallow hard, I moved my face and took the tip of my tongue and put it right in-between her lips into her mouth and let it drip then back down to her cunt again. She reached down and rubbed her clit until it was flowing fast, I was lapping it up as fast as it dripped down. I knew my face was soaked and glistening with her smelly pussy cream.

I glanced around, eye-balling our audience. They were all turned on, no question about that judging by their tented pants. They were awe-struck at what we were doing.

I could feel she was just about cum again. I giggled to myself as I kept licking her pussy. I was making moaning sounds as I did and watched the guys through the corner of my eye. I watched as the guy with hard-on let his hand travel down to his dick and he grabbed it as if to move it so it was not straining anymore. The other guys were looking eyes wide open and one went as far as to undo his jeans to relieve some of the pressure that was happening in his pants.

For me seeing them get hard and excited was almost more then I could take. My pussy was dripping wet again and I ran my own hand down to it and started finger fucking myself as I ate her sweet little box. She was coming down for her orgasm and realized the guys were all watching again. She laughed and in a breathy voice said, pays back time boys. And looked down to me, Pulling me up from my knees she started kissing my pussy soaked mouth and grabbed my ass hard making me moan under her mouth. She licked down my neck down to my tits and grabbed one of them with her mouth. Biting my nipple making me ache inside I started wiggling, I leaned back and she kissed down my chest pushing me back on the top of the table.

The guys all gasped at once as I was laying there, tits swollen, nipple hard as rocks and her spreading my legs wide open, she moved so the guys could all see my sweet shaved soaked pussy. I watched as one guy licked his lips which made me wonder if anyone of them would be trying to join in. As I was thinking that I felt her fingertip stretch my thin pussy lips open wide. She leaned down and darted her tongue inside me. I screamed out and writhed on the table top. I could hear one of the guys moan out and I looked over to see what was happening. Oh yeah! I thought this was heaven. I watched as he took his cock out and started rubbing the head of it. The other guys were watching me and looked over him and they were in shock. It didn't look like they would be joining in anytime so they would be left out in the cold. As she fucked my pussy with her velvety tongue I rode her tongue.

Motioning to the guy with his dick in his hand to come over to table I watched him walk over slowly, never once did he let go of his cock; He was stroking it fast and hard. I thought to myself if he doesn't stop soon he will cum all over before anything else happens. So I grabbed his hand and stopped him from stroking. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to my tits and he started sucking on my nipples as she was now licking and sucking on my little pebble like clit. I was so close to cumming I was holding it back till the right minute. The other guys moved around to the front of us and watched her eat me. She was going at it like a starved child.

The guy was licking up and down my chest and tits and I pushed his head down where hers was. He helped her lick and suck on my pussy. I could feel their tongues touching as they darted inside and out of me. He licked down to my asshole and this is when I grabbed his cock and started stroking it. I couldn't help myself; I had to move my hand fast, what they were doing to me felt to good. I had completely forgotten about the other guys but she had not. I realized as she was licking my clit again she had motioned to one of them and she was stroking his cock through his pants. This was something I would have not done; I would have made them suffer by watching. The guy that was licking my pussy with her stopped looked at me and moved in between my legs pushing her out of the way.

I knew what was coming now. I looked down and cringed because I could see he was so turned on now he was huge! I was almost going to say, 'No! Stop!' because I was afraid of the pain I might feel but before he slammed his huge rod into me he did stop and started to rub my clit making me forget all about the pain that may or may not happen.

As he was rubbing my clit she jumped and leaned down over my pussy and started licking it as I felt his cock stretch my lips open wide. God he was pushing in fast and it was hurting some what. She felt me cringe so she started sucking on my clit which I loved and relaxed more I got wetter and he took that as an invitation to slam his huge dick in deep. I jumped up and he did which pushed him deeper, He started slamming his dick in and out hard which made her have to move because she was getting in the way. I was screaming out and she started to bite my nipples now. He lifted my ass off the table and held me there while he fucked my pussy till it ached. I was getting ready to cum I could feel it coming on slowly. I reached down grabbed her pussy and started finger fucking her pussy again, I looked over and realized one of the other guys was stroking his dick now and I laughed. He was going too fast and moaning, I knew he would cum before we did.

The guy fucking me was getting bigger inside me, which made me think he was getting ready. I could feel his nails digging into my ass pulling me passionately onto his driving cock! Many fingers were working her pussy. I leaned up gripping his broad shoulders, biting on his nipples! That made him call out! The shag was really getting to me now. We were screaming up to a colossal climax! I was sore and happy.




The Payment



I knew it was going to happen! Ooooh! Yes! Oh God! Yes! I felt a rush of warm liquid on my hand and realized she was squirting her cunt juices on my hand. I looked up at her, her face was covered with goo, and one of the guys must have blown his wad all over her! She was smiling at me, and then I saw another guy who was stroking his big fat cock, was walking over to us. He leaned over her and me and started to shoot his spunk all over my pussy! Some more of it spraying her hair and face too. A string of goo was falling from her hair to the table.

She dropped her head down, tongue extended hell bent on lapping it up! Her tongue touched the guy's dick which was fucking me - he pulled it out and his full load splattered over her face and my cunt. It didn't stop her eating my ever-so-slimy pussy! The Sweet Darling, loved to lick pussy that was for sure! I could feel her sucking my clit, same time pushing three maybe four fingers inside me which made me start to reach my peak. Her eyes were on my face. I thrust my hips up off the table to get her fingers in deeper and I moaned out Oh! Yes! Faster! Deeper! I am cumming!'

We were truly paid up I let my juices spurt out of me, all over her face and tits, the rest dripped onto the table.



The Payment Plan Ch. 01



The room they were shown to felt large, certainly larger than the pool of light in the middle of it, cast by an overhead fixture and illuminating a dark brown, leather sectional with a wide mahogany coffee table between it and an opposite, matching couch. They were seated here by the same person who showed them in, a very polite, scantily clad barmaid named Gwen, as her nametag claimed. She left two drinks for them and exited.

Janet Fulton and Victoria Sharpe peered around themselves as their eyes adjusted. There seemed to be the shadowed outline of bookcases at irregular intervals along the almost invisible walls and, looking close, one could just make out two doorways and a large, draped window.

Janet, forty-two, blonde and married with two children, complained in a low voice, "This is just great. I can't believe this."

"Would you stop it, already?" Victoria insisted, taking a sip of her apparently complimentary drink. She found it ironic that if she didn't owe the establishment over seventy thousand Dollars, she'd have had to pay for it. "You've been saying that all night, you think I want to hear it now?"

Thirty-eight, dark brunette and married with no children, Victoria was the more adventurous, or as Janet's husband once put it, 'unsettled'. It was her idea to drive to Vegas while their husbands were both away, Janet's on rotation aboard an oil rig, her own out of town on business. After much coaxing, she'd persuaded her neighbor and best friend for over two years to leave her two sixteen and seventeen year old kids and a good excuse (lie) with her mother. From there, they'd drive to Vegas with a few dollars for a girl's night out and be back home before anyone knew. Just like Thelma and Louise, except nobody would die.

Now, here they were. In addition to her own sudden and staggering debt was Janet's, over fifty thousand Dollars.

"What are they going to do?" Janet fretted aloud.

"Stop worrying. This isn't TV, they're not going to kill us, who do you think we're dealing with here?"

Janet knew her friend and neighbor was a lot more worried than she'd let on and her anxiety wasn't quelled. She took a sip from her glass and looked at Victoria, trying not to blame her and being quite unsuccessful about it. Tom was right, she was unsettled. Always the one to bring up sex, or drinking, or some wild misadventure she'd been on. Both she and her husband were more like teenagers than adults in a lot of ways, probably she thought, the result of never having raised kids. It showed on her, too. Victoria worked out regularly and, while she wasn't thin, she was far from overweight. She would often dress her athletic body in outfits that would embarrass Janet a little in public and especially in front of Tom. To give him credit, Janet never once saw him taking a peek at those C cups, no matter how far down the neckline plunged, possibly because he had his wife's D cups to entertain him. But Janet considered Victoria was an exciting friend, even after always having led the life of a careful, proper woman who stood for decency and who could be counted on to make wise choices. Except for this time, when she'd let this thirty-eight year old child make a choice and look where it landed them. Now she couldn't help but wonder why she would have ever thought to become such good friends with her to begin with.

They both took another sip and continued to wait for whatever.

"What? Stop looking at me like that, Jan."

"I'm sorry, I just,..."

"You just blame me, I know. I was only trying to dig ourselves out of the hole!"

"The one you fell into and then dragged me down in.", Janet answered reproachfully.

"Don't give me that, you were already on your own way down!"

Janet turned in her seat, preferring to look off into the gloom at this fact, taking another drink.

Behind her, Victoria continued frowning at the back of her head. The Prude didn't even want to come to Vegas, said it wasn't her style, she remembered with some guilt. She had to admit this was true, now in the not so bright light of day as her blonde friend sat there with her legs crossed, one hand nervously fidgeting with the hem of the tight, dark blue skirt that stopped just above her knees, the one Victoria had to convince her to wear. The snug fitting, short sleeved white pullover was a harder sell, but this was Vegas and women with curvy hips and big firm boobs like Janet's showed them off, heels and all because that was just the way it was. She herself chose the famous 'little black dress', complete with ultra short hemline, low square neckline and no sleeves.

She took another drink, suddenly trying to picture Janet in her church on Sunday morning dressed like she was. What would her friends say? Would the men all stare at her tits? She was just finding herself a little surprised she'd be distracted, even a little turned on by such thoughts at a time like this, when one of the doors, the one they'd entered by, opened in the gloom.

Four men walked into the room. Janet assumed they were men by their height as they followed the shadows around the edges of the light to the opening point of the seating arrangement. The first three sat directly across from them on the couch, the last one on the broad arm at the end. They seemed pleasant enough, Janet decided. They were all wearing nice suits and smiling politely. She'd been feeling a little better about the situation, for some unexplained reason, just before the arrival of these newcomers and their dignified demeanor reinforced this mood. She took another sip and relaxed just a little.

Victoria was also feeling a little less anxious. She took another drink, thankful for this and making a mental note to thank these men for the consideration of her assumedly free beverage. Now the large one seated on the arm of the sectional was about to speak.

"My name is Buckner. Mr. Buckner, or just Buckner, I don't care." he assured with a smile. "These men are associates of mine, Vernon, Mikey and Bull."

Each one casually waved or nodded in greeting, the two women responding with a polite, "Hello.", in Janet's case, and a warm, if unsure, "Hi", in Victoria's.

"You are Victoria Sharpe and you are Janet Fulton, correct?" he asked, not waiting for an affirmation before going on. "Both of you look stunning and I regret that I can't ask you ladies if you're enjoying yourselves in our establishment, knowing your predicament. You're from out of town, am I right?"

"Yes.", Victoria answered while Janet nodded.

"Do you realize you even lost your car and that you don't have enough money to so much as pay for a bus ticket home?"

"Yes.", Victoria repeated, sick to her stomach at what Reggie would do when he found out why his prized, nineteen sixty-eight, restored Firebird wasn't in the garage when he got home.

"Well, that's what we're here to talk about, Ladies. That's what we're here to work out."

Janet took another sip and said, "Thank you for being so understanding, Mr. Buckner."

Buckner, who was about to go on, suddenly smiled, glanced ever so briefly at the glass in the soccer mom's hand before saying to his fellows, "You hear that, guys? What a class act."

They agreed, genuinely nodding their appreciation at Janet, who almost flushed at their approval of her attitude.

"I'm also very appreciative of your time and patience with us." Victoria said, adding the smile of she who didn't want to be left out.

He transferred his own smile to her, bobbing his head positively and saying, "You don't know what a pleasure this is for me. I mean, I feel for you two ladies, being in the position you're both in, but you can't imagine some of the people I have to deal with on this kind of business. It's a real breath of fresh air to get a couple of such high class ladies who treat me with such respect. Now, as much as I hate to do it, we do have to discuss this business between us."

Both women nodded, took another sip of their drinks and waited for what came next.

"Victoria, seventy-two thousand Dollars. Janet, fifty-four thousand. Please tell me you can cover this somehow, ladies."

Victoria stammered, "Um, well I could,... I'm afraid I don't have that kind of money. I already lost all I had and more."

"Okay, what about you, Janet?"

She shook her head and cleared her throat quietly before saying, "I'm afraid I'm in the same position, Mr. Buckner. But I could,... get a loan. It's really not that high, I don't think."

"Yes, I could also get a loan." Victoria piped up hopefully.

Buckner looked from one to the other as they took another sip. "Janet, you could possibly get a loan, but in today's financial climate, it's not assured. Especially with no down payment, no capital and nothing the bank can repossess in case of any failure to make your payments. Is your credit that good? Do you know someone who could co-sign, or would you be willing to put up your house if you have one?"

"Um, I don't,... know. I'd rather nobody,... You know." she finished in a small voice, looking away.

"You'd rather nobody found out. Yes, I do know and it's perfectly understandable, but it may come to that. Victoria, I'm afraid I really don't see you getting a loan at all for the very reasons I gave to your friend Janet, here. I doubt even one of those high interest loan institutions would touch you."

Victoria started crying, real or fake, Janet couldn't tell.

"Oh, honey, it's alright." Buckner assured. "I hate to see a lady cry, you know, boys?" He leaned forward, proffering the hankie from his suit jacket pocket.

She took it, and proceeded to dab at her tears while sniffling, "It's-s not just that, Mr. Buckner. M-my husband's car. He'll k-kill me.", she lamented, sincerely, Janet decided.

"Mr. Buckner," Janet added in a small voice, "I have the same kind of um, problem. You see if people find out,... my husband and his family,... Oh god, I can't imagine. It would get to church and it would ruin everything."

Buckner nodded understandingly and she went on.

"Well, I wonder if we couldn't just make payments to you? Directly. I promise, I swear on the Bible I'd make those payments, Mr. Buckner."

Victoria, still blubbering a little, looked up again, hopeful at Janet's idea. "Yes. I could do that. If it's okay, I mean. I can make the payments too, Mr. Buckner."

"I'm sure you both could.", he agreed, looking at the wide coffee table as if he were talking to it and not the two desperate and slightly inebriated women on his couch. "The problem is that both of your debts, put together, add up to one hundred and twenty-six grand. Believe it or not, that money isn't mine and it has to be in a safe out back in a little over two weeks from now. It has to be, you understand?"

They nodded, their hopes falling.

"Unless you can make some very big payments in a very short time, which I know you can't do,..."

"What if,...", Janet was trying again, grasping at the very last straw she could find, "Mr. Buckner, I hate to ask this, and I'm afraid you may think less of me when I do, but,... Um, if you personally could loan us the money,... If you have it. Please forgive me for having to ask."

Victoria looked from one of them to the other, holding her breath while Buckner leaned back, inhaling deeply as he thought for a short time.

"I do have it, Janet, and I don't have to forgive you for asking. In fact, I admire you for it. Unfortunately, that's a very large amount of cash that,... Well honey, I'd have to charge you over twenty-five percent on that just to make it worth my while, you understand?" He shook his head. "I'm not saying it isn't an option at this point, but it puts me in one hell of a personal bind."

"I guess you'll just have to let Bull break our legs." Victoria said morosely, taking another drink from her now almost empty glass.

Everyone was quiet at this for a moment until Buckner began laughing heartily, inviting the laughter of the other three men in turn. "No, no.", he chuckled. "I want to assure you that nothing bad will happen to either of you. You ladies have been such a top shelf act in here, I wouldn't dream of it. Maybe not even your husbands."

The last part of his assurances made it hard to feel assured.

"Our husbands?", Victoria asked fearfully, trying not to imagine Reggie being jumped by-

"Well, it's a lot of money." Buckner explained apologetically. "I've sent the boys out for a lot less. But in this case,... like I said, you two have been so willing to co-operate and have been so respectful."

"Sooo,...", Janet prodded, clinging to a hope that he seemed to dangle.

"See, In a way I like your idea, Janet. But, the structure of it is very inconvenient for me and, let's face it, I'd own you both for a good long time. You'd never have anything on account of those payments, never be able to recover. Especially you, Victoria. Also, the problem with your husband's car doesn't get solved, does it? I don't have to tell either of you what all this could do to your marriages."

Victoria shook her head, one thick lock spilling out of its stylishly sloppy hold and falling over her shoulder.

"And then, what happens if you should come to a point where you can't make the payments?"

Now both women shook their heads, Victoria finishing her drink afterwards and staring at the coffee table in defeat as she swallowed.

"So, we need to put the co-operation you two ladies have so graciously offered to something a lot more profitable in the short term. A lot more, because I also want you both to drive home in that,... Camaro, is it?"

"Firebird.", Victoria corrected with a glum tone.

"Ah, forgive me. Very nice car, by the way. I bet you two look great in it. But yes, I want you both to be able to go home in that car with no obligation to me, or disruption in your lives whatsoever, while I can be assured that I'll be financially happy about this situation beyond any doubt."

"Is that possible?" Janet asked.

Buckner winked and said, "Honey, in this town, we've got a saying. You may have heard it. 'What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas'. I've always been a big believer of that philosophy, you know, and if that can't apply to a couple of class acts like you, then what the hell, right?

"Really?", Janet asked, finally feeling relief flood in and wondering if it was because of this drink which she was sipping at again, reminding herself that she didn't drink and she should really slow down because she was feeling a little-

"Hey, I told you we'd work things out, didn't I?"

"Well,... what do we do?", asked Janet, taking another sip.

"First of all, just relax."

They did, Janet remembering that these were decent and reasonable men who were wearing suits, after all, Victoria only happy to be told there was a free and clear way out of her colossal mess.

"Both of your separate debts will be combined to one and I'll even knock off a grand to make it an even one hundred twenty-five. Then, you two will go to work for me to pay this off. This will take a little longer than you planned on being here, in town, but don't worry about that. I know lots of very friendly and respectable people who will prove that you came to Vegas for a short term, sudden high demand job posting for something like,... travel agency bookings for the Shriner's world tour, or whatever.", he smiled, eliciting one from each of the two women in return.

"In fact, when you get home, you both will have a few grand in your pockets to prove it. Victoria, you buy some nice ah,... tires for your husband's car and he'll be happy. In addition, both of you will arrive home with your bank accounts and credit cards intact and without any debt to me, or anyone else over this. You go home and, like I say, it all stays in Vegas. How's it sound so far?" he asked, fishing something out of his inside pocket and tossing it on the coffee table.

It was the keys to the Firebird.

As Victoria watched, he then stood, took out his wallet and began removing bills, six by her strangely giddy count. She felt her crotch begin to heat up for some unexplained reason, quite sure the sight of money had never actually turned her on in the past. He tossed the bills on the table as well and then sat back down while Victoria noted that they were one thousand Dollar bills.

"I personally guarantee the terms I've just put down, ladies. That's my word. It means a lot in this town and yours means a lot to me, otherwise,... well, I think you understand how important that is."

"Absolutely, Mr. Buckner.", Janet replied.

"Very important." Victoria agreed.

"But I don't know anything about travel." Janet worried, looking down and being astonished to find that her drink was gone.

"That's okay, Janet." Buckner almost soothed. "That's not what you'll be doing."

"Well,... what will we be doing?", Victoria asked, a little confused.

"First of all, you two will be making up."

The two women looked at one another, then back to him.

Buckner raised his eyebrow and explained. "Give me some credit, ladies. I've seen how these things work out, how people get with one another. I'm sure there was some finger pointing and maybe some harsh words before I came in, am I right?"

Janet confirmed, a little sheepishly, "Yes, Mr. Buckner. I blamed Victoria."

Buckner smiled, letting her know it was alright, then turned to Victoria and raised his eyebrow again.

"Well,... I did get mad when she reminded me of how this is all kinda my fault."

"There you have it. If I won't let this thing ruin your lives, I won't let it ruin your friendship. Now, do we have a deal?"

Not remembering that Bucker hadn't told them what kind of work they'd be doing, Janet agreed. He was a very nice man with a very smart suit.

"Yes, Mr. Buckner."

"Uh huh, I'm in.", Victoria also decided with a nod, mostly because Janet agreed and she seemed to know what they were doing.

Buckner sighed in relief, grinned happily at them and said, "I knew you'd be reasonable. Now, first things first. You two kiss and make up."

Feeling a little uncomfortable, both women looked at one another.

"I'm sorry I blamed you, Vicky." the woman with the medium length, blonde hair said.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, Jan. And for getting us into this."

They both shot each other a look that said they were good, Janet actually surprised and strangely touched by Victoria's sincerity.

"Now, kiss."

"Um,... really?", Victoria questioned.

"Oh yes, my dear."

They leaned towards one another and awkwardly kissed each other's cheeks.

"No, no, on the lips."

Janet looked at Buckner, jaw sagging a little. She looked as if she wasn't quite sure she'd understood.

I,..." Victoria began, then trailed off.

"Go ahead, it's just a kiss."

Victoria turned and kissed Janet's mouth, Janet dutifully kissing back, confusion still in her eyes as they rolled warily to Buckner.

"That was nice, keep going."

They both looked at him uncertainly again, but continued, awkwardly with open, nervously darting eyes.

"You two look so nice together. Use your tongues."

Victoria poked hers out and licked at Janet's lips until she opened them and hesitantly showed her own pink tongue. Her friend began licking that too, then sucking on it gently.

"That's it, ladies."

Janet was in a bit of a state, hardly believing Buckner would be telling them to do this, hardly believing how Victoria didn't seem to have the problem with it that she did as she felt her neighbor's tongue invade her mouth. Most of all, she couldn't believe she was actually doing it, how some small part of her seemed to be actually enjoying it. She blamed it on the drink and cursed herself for not stopping when she knew she should.

"Hmp? Mm."

After a good thirty seconds or more of this, Buckner asked with a knowing grin, "Are you ladies enjoying yourselves?"




The Payment Plan Ch. 01



They stopped, Victoria admitting with shining eyes, "It is pretty nice." before planting soft kisses on the side of Janet's face, who was now struggling to answer.

"It makes me feel,... Oh, Mr. Buckner, this is so wrong."

"It's alright, Janet." he reassured her with a winning smile. "Makes you feel what?"

"It makes- Oh, Victoria, no. My ears are very sensitiii-! Oh, my!"

"How does it make you feel, Janet?" Buckner pressed.

"U-um, it makes me- my,... fifi hot and,... wet and,... all spready.", she imparted, blushing.

Victoria stopped her attentions on Janet's ear and laughed a little. "You're so sheltered. She means her pussy."

"Vicky!"

"What?"

"Victoria, yours too?" Buckner asked.

"Oh yeah." she readily admitted, but also blushing a little.

"Why don't you show each other?"

Janet gasped at this suggestion while Victoria giggled, "Seriously?"

"Sure. You've put each other in this condition, and it's not as if you two aren't good friends, is it?"

"Oh my God." Victoria expressed, nervously giggling again.

She slowly spread her legs anyway while Janet watched, dumbstruck, knowing her friend was enjoying this on some level, as she was. A much higher and broader level, apparently. She spread them wide, resting her hands on her bare knees, exposing a small pair of black satin panties. She looked over at Janet, then down in her lap where the woman had pulled the hemline of her skirt to mid thigh, worrying the thread from the edge of the garment with her fingers.

"Go ahead, Janet. Take a look." Buckner encouraged."

She looked, allowing her eyes to roam over the woman's athletic thighs, the tight satin that revealed how swollen her lips were as Victoria ran her hands up and down her thighs a couple times.

"Isn't she beautiful, Janet?"

"Um, yes." she admitted.

"Your turn, Jan.", Victoria reminded. Janet stood and slowly, resignedly hiked her skirt to her hips with everyone watching before sitting again and, just as slowly, opening her legs, sitting straight, but looking away out of shame.

Victoria took a good look, gently, casually passing a hand over the front of her own panties as if smoothing wrinkles that weren't in the snug little scrap, the electric thrill of her own touch whipping her senses. Janet wore a beautiful pair of white lace panties, not small but not modest either. They were see-through in places and Victoria had to admit she never would've guessed it of her.

"You like that, don't you honey?" Buckner presumed, looking at the woman in black.

"She's,...", she started, but finished by only nodding.

"I know," Buckner agreed, "She's gorgeous. You're lucky to be her friend. Janet, look at Victoria."

When she did, she beheld Victoria looking at her crotch while softly stroking her own. The striking brunette touched her upper lip with her tongue for an instant, then reached over with her other hand to spread Janet's leg further, peering closer. Janet found herself staring as her friend was, at Victoria as she hypnotically caressed the panel of black silk between her legs.

"That looks like it feels pretty good, doesn't it, Janet?"

She nodded in reply, thinking that it certainly did.

Would you like her to do that for you?"

Now she breathed in sharply, looking at Buckner.

"Look at her nipples." Victoria said.

They all did, including Janet. They were standing out as if they meant to tear through her bra and the too thin pullover. What was worse, she realized, she'd been sitting there with her chest stuck out like a harlot. At first, she thought she should cover them with her hands, but there she was with her legs spread and-

"Just go ahead and ask her to rub fifi, Janet."

Victoria was now softly stroking the inside of Janet's thigh and staring at her chest as the older mother of two could only watch this, unable to ask, but unable to refuse to as well.

"Victoria, have you ever been with a woman?" Buckner asked.

"A woman. Yes, once. Alright, a few times. In college."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes.", she admitted in a naughty, but embarrassed tone, suddenly and gently squeezing between her legs before going back to her light caresses.

"Those are very pretty panties Janet has on, aren't they?"

"Hmm.", she affirmed, nodding.

"Victoria's hand would feel awful nice on fifi, wouldn't it, Janet?"

She moved her head slightly in agreement.

"Can I get her tits out, Mr. Buckner?" Victoria asked, flicking her bottom lip with her tongue now.

"Buckner smiled, both at the fact that Victoria wasn't paying attention when she wasn't being addressed directly and Janet's confused reaction to her request.

"Actually, honey, I think your lovely friend has other ideas, don't you Janet? Go ahead, ask her. You know she will and I know you want her to."

Janet Fulton opened her mouth and, in a small voice, hesitantly invited, "Victoria, will you feel my,... fifi?

"Okay.", was her simple reply.

She blushed anew, even as the brunette's hand left her own crotch and reached for Janet's. When her fingertips began dancing over the lace, up and down, her reaction was automatic.

"Huh! Oooh! Mmmm!"

She slowly allowed her head to fall back, face up, eyes closed with her hands supporting behind her on the seat cushion, the ends of her hair tickling her lower shoulders. Soon, she felt soft kisses on her neck and upper chest.

Buckner watched Victoria kneeling on the couch beside her friend, shamelessly licking, kissing, or sucking at any bare skin she could find while she reached down, slowly rubbing up and down between Janet's legs with the flat of her hand.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhhh." Janet moaned softly.

Victoria raised her neighbors face to hers and started kissing her mouth again, Janet willingly kissing back. She began to use her weight to gently push the older woman back in the soft sectional and, while still rubbing and now gently pinching and tugging at one of Janet's nipples through her shirt and bra, addressed Buckner.

"What was in that drink, anyway?"

Buckner laughed softly and explained, "You might say it's an old family recipe. Hey guys, remember ol' Pert?"

The three men on the couch laughed at some private joke, Janet noticing that they all had large bulges in their smart suit pants while they watched she and Victoria.

Buckner went on, "Pert was a cheap little rat without a shred of honour or decency, not at all like you two. Anyway, what he lacked in loyalty, he more than made up for with his talents in chemistry."

Victoria had forgotten how that applied and why he was telling her this.

"Can I get her tits out now?"

"I don't see why not, honey. Do you, Janet?"

"Oooooohh, Vicky!" she softly cried as the other woman cupped and kneaded her now soaked pussy. She pushed herself into the pleasuring hand and arched her back so her left breast could follow the direction that her painfully erect nipple was being softly pulled in.

Victoria took the bottom of the little white shirt and worked it up over the swell of Janet's breasts, which she found inside a white lace bra that matched her underwear. She piled it at her neck and under her arms before feasting her eyes.

"Look at them." the kneeling woman said appreciatively, going back to her rubbing of Janet, pressing hard, pulling down the top of the lace undergarment to reveal a smooth shave.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

"Janet, I must admit, I was hoping to see if you were a real blonde." Buckner said with a chuckle while Victoria began caressing Janet's breasts. "Why don't you stick your hand down Victoria's panties and see if she shaves?"

Janet looked at the little black dress of the one who was making her feel so good down there and saw that it had fallen back down over her hips. She watched the lean, muscled legs spread in anticipation while fingers located one of her nipples inside her bra and began tugging gently again. She took the hem and slowly raised it higher, exposing once again those swollen, pouty lips stretching the black satin, now shiny wet. She reached with her other hand and dipped its fingers down the front.

"Well?"

Janet shook her head, smiling in ecstasy, pulling them down far enough to see the thin patch of carefully cropped pubic hair. She continued to pull at them while Victoria's hands went down the front of her own, finding her clitoris and rubbing,... She bucked uncontrollably, yanking the wet, black satin down to mid thigh.

"Ahh! Oh! Haaa!" Janet exclaimed, squirming.

She reached around and pushed the back of the black dress up over her friend's ass, caressing each cheek and slowly pulling them apart. Victoria spread her legs further, moaning while sucking at the now exposed nipple, driving the woman underneath her almost wild.

Victoria cried aloud when Janet ran her finger from the bottom of her opening, all the way up between her lips and to her clitoris. Janet enjoyed the reaction this got and did it again, slower this time and stopping to play here and there before she cupped her wet sex, squeezing gently as Victoria had done to her.

They both made a sort of disjointed symphony with their soft moans and cries of the shared pleasure they abandoned themselves to, there on the couch in front of these strange men, working each other's willing snatches to orgasm.

Buckner noted Victoria's knuckles bulging under the white lace as her fingers worked their way between Janet's lips and inside. He could see her thumb methodically working the clitoris above the writhing woman's lowered panty line and hoped Pete was getting good close-up angles on all this. It was gold.

"You're teaching her well." Buckner complimented as he watched Janet follow suit between the legs of the thinner woman.

Victoria let the nipple out of her mouth and said with a dirty grin, "She likes it."

In saying this, she noticed that the three men all had their penises out and were stroking them. The reason they called the one on the end 'Bull' was now obvious.

"Janet, look." she advised without taking her eyes from their members, but Janet was in her own world.

"Do you want one of those, honey?"

"Yess.", she admitted with a hesitant smile as she rolled her hips raunchily into Janet's hand, glancing at the moaning blonde. "Mmmmm! I think Janet wants one too."

"You do?" Buckner laughed. "Well, that's good enough for me. How would you like the use of Vernon's cock?"

"Ohhhh! I want him to f-fuck mme. Mmmm!"

"Ohhhh, Vicky!! Huuuhhhh!!"

"Janet wants to,... ssssuck Mikey's cock!", she whined.

After the two men shed their clothes, Vernon moved in behind Victoria as she watched Mikey climb up on the cushion opposite her and beside Janet. Vernon's cock slid between her legs, gently pushing Janet's hand out of the way. The mother of two was getting louder, mouth open and eyes closed when this happened. She opened them to see what had caused the disturbance just in time to watch Vernon's shaft glide slowly inside of Victoria from behind. As she bucked to the brunette's hand, she looked up and watched as her friend's eyes rolled in pleasure. She continued rubbing her clit, not sure she should touch a penis that wasn't her husband's, when the head of one was suddenly pushed into her open mouth.

"Ummmp! Ummmm! Ommmmm!"

"Ooooooohh, fuck!" Victoria cried as Vernon slowly shoved his way in to the hilt.

Janet had never performed this act in her life, despite how many times Tom hinted around at it, but here it now was, slowly sliding into her mouth and running over her tongue. Her eyes bulged as his pubic hair came closer to her nose until she began to choke and he gently pulled back, only to push himself in again. Doing something about this would have been easier if lovely Victoria's attentions weren't driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

It didn't take long for Vernon to work up a pussy pounding rhythm that bounced Victoria and made her cry out again and again. He reached up from behind and pulled the top of her dress down past her braless breasts and gripped them, beginning to groan.

She watched Mikey slowly fuck Janet's face. He looked pretty excited already and she doubted he'd take long. She herself was fast approaching climax and dirtily trying to shove herself into Vernon with every thrust he gave her.

Mikey was now coming all the way out, then shoving back in, Janet taking as much of it as she could, sucking its whole way out each time and humming in a high pitch, starting to forget about her husband in the astonishing reality that she actually enjoyed sucking this nice man's cock. She took its base in her other hand to better guide it to her mouth and hold it in there a little longer.

"See if you can shove his whole cock in your mouth, honey." Buckner challenged.

It took her a few times trying, but she accomplished this somehow with one little choke at the end while her clitoris felt like it was about to explode in Victoria's hand.

"Very good, Janet! You're spectacular!"

Janet was very pleased that Buckner was impressed and redoubled her efforts to take it all with each thrust, wanting to feel the sensation of the man's balls resting on her chin again.

"Ohh, Fuck!" Mikey groaned, looking down at her. "Ohh, holy fuck!!"

The first blast of cum from his swollen balls shot straight down her throat as his wiry black hair was once again tickling her nose. She choked and he drew out, splashing her upper lip and chin before shoving part way in again to coat her mouth with his seed. Drawing out, he laced her forehead and nose as she bucked harder and harder into the hand at her overexcited vagina, not even noticing what had happened, only that she'd choked once.

"Ohhhh? Ohhhhhhh, Vicky!!" Janet shrilled urgently.

Victoria watched her friend, the innocent, respectable and straight laced Mrs. Fulton of forty-two Camberry St., who actually did own a minivan and actually did drive her son to soccer practice with it. To see her now, like this with her mouth open, Mikey's cum inside it and all over her face while enjoying Victoria's hand down her panties and playing with her clit,...

"OH!! OMIGOD! OH, MR. BUCKNER!! I'M GONNA,... CUUUM-!!" Janet wailed, and then did just that. It was earth shattering for her. Her senses seemed to close around her for instants out of time as she squeezed her legs together on Victoria's hand.

Victoria orgasmed as she watched this spectacle while wonderful Vernon just kept pounding on relentlessly.

"Victoria?" Buckner addressed.

"Oh! Ah! Ah! Yes, Mis- awww! Mister,... Buckner?"

"Look at Janet, honey, look at your good friend."

She did this and grabbed said friend's breasts as well.

"Things have changed between you two now. You know she'll be your special friend from now on, don't you? Now that you've enjoyed each other like this, you two will become as important to each other as your husbands are. You've been through everything together now and Janet will understand that. So you just climb up there and let her suck your clit while Vernon fucks you. I want you both to come to know each other's bodies very well."

Vernon disengaged from Victoria, who, without comment, straddled Janet's body while Vernon gently dragged the blonde down on the couch so that the back of her head rested on the seat cushion. Victoria lowered herself over the face of Janet, who was only half aware of what was going on, rubbing her still unsatisfied pussy. She seemed a little surprised, but Buckner encouraged the housewife who was now very open to suggestion.

"Victoria would like you to lick her clit, Janet. You don't have a problem with that."

"Yeah, lick me. Lick my clit, baby. Ahhhh!"

As Vernon re-entered Victoria from behind, one of Janet's hands snaked up and grabbed one of Victoria's breasts, playing with the nipple as Janet flicked her tongue over her friend's swollen button.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, Jaaaaaannn! Make it so perfect for me!"

Saving the biggest and best for last, Buckner said, "Hey, Bull. You wanna bang her?"

"Thought you'd never ask, boss." he said, watching the mature blonde finger herself beneath her panties.

"Go ahead. Be gentle with her at first, huh?"

As Mikey sat, Bull stood and went to Janet's open legs. He closed them long enough to remove her panties, then opened them again to move between, bringing his huge, rock hard cock to her opening. He ran the head up and down between her lips, bunting her clitoris and making her jump as she licked and sucked at Victoria. She stopped long enough to holler her blissful surprise as Bull began pushing his way in, opening her legs as far as she could and fingering her own clitoris all the harder and faster.

Vernon, either by design, or by accident, pulled out of Victoria and put his slippery cock into Janet's open mouth, as if to shut her up. She sucked gratefully, tasting Victoria's essence and vaguely wondering why she hadn't been sucking cock and Victoria's fifi before now, but mostly her mind was occupied with how her own fifi was being filled. Bull's member stretched her out to the point of pain, however, being experienced with his own organ, he knew how to take it slow and gentle with her. At first.

Once Bull found a rhythm, the sensations were beyond wildly pleasurable, they were magnificent. She moaned without even hearing herself as Victoria pressed her face into her clit and Vernon's cock re-entered her.

Victoria was riding the top of a wave of pleasure with Vernon working her breasts from behind while fucking her, Janet sucking her clitoris. She came again, thankful to be impaled and held by Vernon, as she was quite sure she would have collapsed were this not the case. She looked down as Vernon pulled out of her again, jamming his cock between Janet's face and her clit to begin spurting cum over her face, hair and Victoria's belly.

"Ohhh, Janet." Buckner said, quite sincerely impressed. "Lick up all that cum."

"Mmmm! Yes, Mr. Buckner! she cried, licking Vernon's cock and Victoria's navel while hugging her friend close by the small of her back. She found it a wonderfully sticky and tasty pleasure, second only to the orgasm that rocked her senses moments after while Bull dumped himself into her, yelling curse words, hauling her into him by her skirt with each thrust.

After the two women happily licked the men, then each other clean, as instructed, Buckner smiled and said, "Now we're on the same page, ladies. Your worries are over and I guarantee you'll very much enjoy the next few days."



The Payment Plan Ch. 02



"I can't believe we're doing this.", Janet remarked with a worried voice for the seventh time that day, this time while sitting in the passenger seat of Reggie's Firebird in front of the dental clinic.

"I wish to god you'd stop saying that." Victoria assured her friend. "Really, it's not like we have a choice and there's no other way to do this than Buckner's way."

Victoria dug in her purse and removed the small bottle with 'the potion', as they'd come to call it. She opened the cap, which had a built in dropper, and drew a very small amount.

"What are you doing with that?"

"Having some." Victoria answered, now removing the cap from her Perrier water. "Just a little to make this bearable. Give me your water, you should have some, too. You'll probably need it more than me."

"Do you think that's wise? Maybe we should stay clear."

"Yeah, right. Gimmie your water, Mrs. Cleaver, you'll need all the help you can get for this."

"Oh, god, we could get into so much-"

"Janet!" Victoria snapped, hands trembling slightly with the dropper. "Shit, I don't need to hear that! Just try to stay focused, alright!? Try to be,... positive!"

"Oh, god."

Victoria finished spiking their bottles and put the potion away in her purse again before taking note of the time.

"We may as well just get up there, as sit here going crazy." Victoria said, the slight nervous tremble having found its way to her voice. "Besides, we'll have some time to,... you know, check the place out."

"What a good idea." Janet replied in a flat, miserable tone. 

"Yeah, just grab your water and don't forget to lock the door."

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

Dr. Chris McNeer, an area Dentist with a small practice, as Buckner informed them, was one very rightfully minded person. Most people were, he observed, but most people could be reasoned with, especially when there was no reason for them to be involved with his business, other than to bugger it up with things like witness statements and courtroom testimonies.



Buckner put it in a nutshell for them, telling them that since Dr. McNeer couldn't be bought, then the Dentist would have to be convinced otherwise, one way or another, adding that he'd rather save a 'violent interaction' as a last resort. This, he explained, was where Janet and Victoria came in. 

"I can't thank you enough for fitting me in.", Janet told the tall, thin, blonde receptionist in white who sat behind the desk. 

She looked to be in her late twenties and her nametag announced her as 'Laura'. Despite a severe ponytail and glasses, one could easily see how attractive she was. 

"I just can't believe how much it hurts!"

"I know." the receptionist said with an understanding smile. "There's no other appointments for today, though, so just please have a seat and Dr. McNeer will be right with you."

"Thank you again. Oh, is it alright if my friend comes in with me?" She asked, glancing to Victoria who suddenly threw a greeting smile the receptionist's way. "I have this thing about dental stuff and,..."

"It's no problem, Mrs. Randall, the Doctor will understand."

They sat in the small waiting room with two others, Janet wearing baggy, yellow shorts that stopped halfway to her knees and a white, short sleeve blouse. Victoria wore tight, faded blue jeans that cut off just above her knees and a black, short sleeved, low necked top that showed off her upper curves almost as well as her jeans did her lower ones. The other patients, one a male in his mid thirties, the other also male, probably in his late forties, both checked them out as they took their seats.

Neither spoke as Janet looked around, bug-eyed nervous and quite convincingly in pain, but a little more relaxed now than in the car, thanks to the potion. Victoria was feeling better as well, better than Janet, in fact, as she also observed her surroundings.

It wasn't much, just a small office with a decent coat of paint and sparse decorations, looking almost like a late night, fast food takeout joint. After a few minutes, a pretty woman with deep auburn hair, a little older than Janet, appeared at the hall to the left of the reception desk wearing light green 'healthcare wear'.

"June Randall?" she asked, looking at the two friends from out of town, both standing at the sound of Janet's temporary name.

"Hello.", the woman greeted with a warm smile. "I'm Dr. McNeer, please come with me."

Janet and Victoria glanced at one another as they followed the Doctor down the short hall, completely taken aback by this. A woman would be much more difficult to 'convince' than a man and this wasn't something they were prepared for at all, save for the potion Buckner had supplied them with.

"So, you're not having a good day." McNeer said as Janet got on the padded beige chair.

"No, we're on a little vacation here in Vegas and, all of a sudden last night, I got this horrible pain on my lower left jaw."

"Well, open up and let's have a look."

"I've looked with an LED light and I can't see anything wrong.", Victoria related, digging the supplied video camera out of her purse while McNeer's back was turned, setting it up on a shelf and quickly obscuring it with a fake plant that was there. "I think it's an impacted molar, or something."

The Dentist didn't answer as she poked around with her implement, asking 'June' where she thought the pain was coming from.

"The fourth one back from the front."

"Hm.", McNeer answered, taking a look.

"Um, do you mind if I run to the cooler in the lobby for a drink of water?" Victoria asked."

"No, not at all." McNeer answered.

"Would you like one, Doctor? It's so hot in Vegas."

"Oh, yes please. I know, I'm from Alaska, myself."

"Oh my, I can only imagine what you must go through." Victoria laughed. "Here, why don't you take this instead? I got an extra bottle at the store."

Victoria dug the pre-spiked bottle of Perrier out of her purse, the potion having been injected through the cap before the tiny puncture was resealed, the bottle shaken slightly in order to preserve the lower seal on the metal cap and re-create the bottle's inner pressure.

"Oh, really? I love that stuff. Are you sure?"

"Take it, you deserve it for getting her in here so she can stop whining, believe me.", Victoria assured, grinning encouragingly, grinning wider when the Doctor thanked her and then downed half the bottle. 

Janet breathed a small sigh of relief at this, but she knew the game wasn't over yet as Victoria left the room, headed back to the lobby where the water cooler was.

With her back to the men and out of sight angle from the Receptionist, she measured out a somewhat strong dose to the little paper cone that held a drink of water. She straightened and brought it around to Laura.

"Here.", she said simply, passing it to her with a generous smile.

Laura took it more out of instinct than anything. Once it was in her hand, she could only thank her for it as the brunette from out of town moved away, giving the woman in white no choice but to drink it down, as it would have been rude to refuse at that point and she couldn't put the conical container down anyway. She frowned a little at the bitter taste, but thought nothing of it as Victoria returned to the cooler.

"Would you gentlemen like some too?" she asked the men with a sexy smile.



Of course they did. She poured and spiked two more cups and brought them over, still smiling and bending low so they could see down her shirt as she handed them their cups.

"I'd better check on my friend." she said to Laura afterward. "She may be about to have a nervous breakdown at this point."

Laura flashed her a warm, professional expression, thanking her again for the water.

Back in the exam room, she watched McNeer and Janet, waiting for the right time to get things under way. After a few minutes, she spoke, hoping she wasn't too soon.

"Dr., you still have half a bottle of Perrier left and it's so hot,..."

McNeer stopped her fiddling inside Janet's mouth and answered, "Yes, it is hot." before grabbing up the Perrier. She drank the rest and got back to work.

"Just take your time, Dr., I'll be right back."

"I'll take my time." the Dr. said, as if it was her idea.

Back in the lobby and with another spiked cup of water, Victoria once again stood across the desk from Laura.

"That was good water. Wasn't it?"

" ... Yes. It was."

"And it's sooo, hot. Isn't it?"

"So hot. Yes, it is."

"You need another drink."

"Yes, I do need another drink."

"Here you go. Guys, you look pretty hot too, you both need another drink of water, don't you?"

They sure did.

Janet was definitely feeling better now. She thought about all the fun things that she, Victoria and Buckner's men did, but mostly about Victoria and how exciting it was to have their hands between each other's legs. Before she knew it, she felt her nipples hardening, erecting inside her bra.

"Hm.", McNeer commented. I can't find anything, but let's do a,... ahhh,... what do they call that thing that, uhhh,... X-ray. Yes, we'll do that and,... see ... what that tells us."

"Doctor McNeer, you're very beautiful." Janet sincerely informed.

"I- oh, that's,... very nice of you to say. You're very attractive as well, Mrs. Randall."

"Thank you so much. May I call you Chrissy?"

" ... I don't see why not." Chrissy said with her warm smile. "Umm,... what was I about to,...?"

"Chrissy, have you ever kissed another woman?"

"You mean like a, umm, like a sensual kiss on the mouth?"

"Yes. Have you?"

"Well, no."

"Have you ever wanted to?"

McNeer seemed to think back on this, then answered, "Not really. I've wondered about it, but I don't think I ever wanted to."

"It's very nice, you know."

"Yes, it's very nice."

"You have such beautiful brown eyes." Janet complimented, looking into them, reaching up and softly caressing the back of McNeer's neck. "Give me a nice soft kiss on the lips, Chrissy, so you can see for yourself how nice it is."

McNeer leaned down, her smile now unsure, and softly brushed Janet's lips with her own, kissing her lightly, then doing it again and receiving a like response from her patient.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Janet asked when they finished a moment later.

"Oh, yes. It's very nice, Mrs. Randall."

"Call me June."

"Alright. Do you and your friend ever kiss each other?"

"Yes, we have."

"Would you like to watch us?" Victoria asked from the doorway.

McNeer swiveled in her chair, turning her warm smile to Victoria.

"Oh,... well,... yes, I think I would like that."

Victoria flaunted her way to the chair at Janet's side, bent and gave her a kiss, soon licking the blonde's lips before poking her tongue into her willing mouth.

"Oh, that's,... That's very nice." the Doctor breathed.

Victoria replied by kissing McNeer in turn, enticingly jabbing with her tongue until McNeer opened her mouth as Janet did.

"Mmmm.", McNeer expressed a little giddily. "I really like that."

Victoria smiled and moved to stand behind her, sensually massaging the seated woman's shoulders, neck and arms."

"Oh, Chrissy, it's so hot in here." Janet complained. "Would you please unbutton my blouse?"

"Of course.", she replied, reaching over and undoing Janet's top button, eyes half closed as she enjoyed Victoria's attention.

Both Victoria and Janet watched as she worked her way down, stopping when she reached the waistband of Janet's shorts and not untucking her blouse.

"Open her shirt." Victoria quietly suggested.

She did so, slowly revealing a black and white lace bra that at first looked like snowy gray. Janet's nipples fought against the restraining garment, chest heaving slightly with her excitement.

"Mmmm,... is that better, June?"

"Yes. Do you like my bra?"

"Mm-hmmm."

"Aren't her boobs so nice and big?" Victoria asked.

"Yes. Very nice boobs."

"Let's take your top off. It's too hot and you don't need it anyway."

"No, I don't need my top at all."

Victoria began slowly unbuttoning McNeer's green work top as they watched Janet subtly squirm on the chair.

"Oh,... my nipples are so hard. Itchy." Janet stated.

"Really?" McNeer asked, looking at Janet's breasts again, unconsciously licking her upper lip.

"Yesss. They're so,... Ohh, Chrissy, you have a nice bra too." Janet sighed, staring as Victoria spread the Dentist's top open.

"Nice and sexy." Victoria agreed with a leer, exposing a deep maroon, low cut bra containing her ample breasts.

"Yes, sexy is nice." McNeer added as her top fell from her shoulders to the floor.

"Kiss me again, Chrissy." Janet instructed.

"I'd love to. I love kissing women."

"Hmmmm.", Janet agreed, touching lips with her new friend once again.

After a minute of this, Victoria found herself quite turned on, not surprised at how Janet had turned on, either, considering the heavier dose she'd given her, knowing the conservative woman would need it for this. The only problem now was making sure she didn't blow it by using her real name or something. Not that McNeer would even notice; the woman was so busy examining Janet's mouth with her tongue now, she seemed oblivious to all else, even started slightly when Victoria spoke.

"Doctor, I'm going to check on Laura. In the meantime, why don't you just stay here with June and do whatever she tells you?"

"Yes.", McNeer agreed, pausing to look up at Victoria. "I really should do what June tells me."

Laura seemed to have a great deal of trouble concentrating on her work. She sat, gently rocking her hips back and forth and looking down at her desk, which somehow seemed to have nothing in particular on it.

"Hi, Laura."

"Oh,... hello again.", she replied uncertainly.

"You seem a bit pre-occupied."

"Yes, I'm,... I can't remember,..."

"Don't worry about it."

" ... No, I'd never worry about it."

"Anyway, it's just that you're so hot, is all."

"Oh, very hot."

"Well, since they'll be no more arrivals for the day, why don't you take the phone off the hook and go lock the door so we can take our tops off?"

"Oh,... really?", the Receptionist asked, glancing at the two waiting men, who'd perked at this suggestion.

"Yes, go lock the door, honey. Don't worry about them, they're hot too. They'll understand, won't you guys?"

They both smiled, nodding wide eyed and vocally assuring the women that they would definitely understand.

"See? Go on, now." encouraged Victoria with a friendly smile. "In fact, why not sit with them? Keep them company, let them help you with your shirt. And your bra."

"Oh,... uhh,... alright."

After removing the telephone receiver from its cradle and placing it on the desk, she rose from her office chair and moved into the short hall, out into the waiting area and to the door where she turned the latch, locking it and allowing Victoria a greater sense of relief. She then turned and sat between the men with a nervous smile, back straight, hands on her skirted thighs and glancing nervously at the two grinning men with lumps in their pants.

Victoria stood before them, slowly removing her top, pulling it over her head and showing off a sexy, green bra while the others watched, each man choosing a button at the front of Laura's top and getting started.

Janet barely knew what to do with herself, let alone the alluring Dentist who was now helping Janet with her bra, lowering the shoulder straps and digging out their heavy cargo.

"Your nipples are big and hard." McNeer noted in a hushed, awed tone.

"Mmmm hmmm. Lick them for me. Suck on them."

With only the barest hesitation, McNeer lowered her head and began tracing circles around Janet's nipples with her tongue, making the blonde sigh as her tongue made smaller and smaller circles around and on her areolas until, at last, it played on her nipple, flicking and pushing it over.

"Uh! Mmmm." Janet responded, arching her back and experiencing a short, but very pleasurable, total body shudder and hissed, "Ohh, Chrissy! That's sooo gooood!"

She turned the same attentions to the other one as Janet looked down from her half reclined position, watching this and so happy to have met this wonderful woman who made her feel so excitingly naughty.

"Ooooh! Suck on them, Chrissy! she whispered. Suck nice and hard! Ooooooh, yes. Ohh, Chrissy, I like that!"

"Mmmmm.", McNeer replied, also enjoying this.

"I,... (siighh) I think you should put your hand in my shorts and play with me while you do that." Janet suggested.

"Well,... if you think I should.", the other woman said, tweaking and gently pulling on one of Janet's swollen buds, obviously enjoying what she was doing, but glancing uncertainly down at her midsection.

"Yes, I- ah-hh,...! I really do think you should."

McNeer moved a hand that trembled with sexual excitement to Janet's shorts, digging under the flap for the zipper and pinching its handle between thumb and forefinger, slowly pulling it down as Janet watched. When it was down all the way, her fingers disappeared inside the yellow garment, the rest of her hand following.

"Oh! Oh, Chrissy, yes! Ohhh!" Janet cried, managing to keep her voice down a little in fear of attracting the attention of the Receptionist and the other two patients waiting out front.

Laura, her mouth half open in seeming disbelief, shirt on the floor, allowed the two men to clumsily unclasp her white, Cross-Your-Heart bra, pulling it down and off as she watched. The nipples of her modest breasts were puffy and erected.



"My, my. You have a beautiful body, Laura. Look how hard you made their cocks."

She looked into each of their laps in turn, smiling sheepishly at Victoria afterward as the two men began caressing her bare arms and back, creating visible goose bumps that made her shiver.

"Oh-hh. (gasp!)"

"Guys, why don't you get your cocks out so she can see? You want to see them, don't you, Laura?"

"I- Yes, I,..."

The men started unfastening their pants as Laura watched.

"What's your name?" Victoria asked the older man.

"Rick.", he answered, briefly glancing up as he pushed his pants down his thighs, allowing his hard organ to breathe.

"And yours?"

"Bruce.", the other responded, lifting himself in his seat slightly so he could also push his khaki Bermuda shorts down, staring at Victoria's little green bra and their contents.

"That's a couple of nice big cocks, guys. Aren't they, Laura?"

The Receptionist had been looking from one hardon to the other, eyes wide, hands in her lap and slowly rocking her hips in her seat again, replying in a soft, quite voice, "Yeah, they're,... I'm married."

"That's alright, so am I.", Victoria allowed with a pleasant smile. "Go ahead and play with them. If you want to. Guys, feel free to play with her tits; she doesn't mind, do you honey?"

"Well, I, I guess it's,... alright.", she stammered, slowly moving her hands to either side, lightly touching their phalluses with her fingertips and moving them up and down their rigid, straining surfaces.

"Uuhh-hh!" Laura gasped as each man grabbed a breast that Victoria judged to be small Bs.

"You kids stay here and have a little fun for a while, I'll be back to check in on you shortly, okay?"

They all nodded, the men eagerly cupping Laura's breasts while she uncertainly ran still light fingertips slowly up and down their shafts, stopping on the ridges of their heads and moving back down to their balls before starting on their way back up again. Her mouth was still partly open, a small part of her mind obviously still in shock that this was happening.

Victoria grinned and turned her back on them, walking past the cooler and down the hallway with a confident sway in her hips. She found that she was enjoying this, and not just the eroticism of it, but more the control aspect. She loved directing, being in charge of their bodies and what they did with them, especially Janet. She grinned wider, thinking, "Yes, my little blonde whore from next door.", and giggled. Life would never be the same, she knew, but she wasn't bothered or even worried about it, in fact, becoming more and more happy that they'd gotten themselves into the trouble at Buckner's casino that led to this little revelation. Yes, life would be a lot different from then on, she figured as she stopped in the doorway of the exam room, feeling her hot, moist vagina wetting even further at the sight of what was happening beyond the threshold.




The Payment Plan Ch. 02



Janet slowly writhed on the half reclined chair, head back, lower lip in her teeth as the good Doctor sucked her nipples in her open shirt and pulled down bra. Her hand was inside the fly of Janet's shorts, working her moaning friend's snatch. Victoria unconsciously rubbed her hip and thigh as she watched this, reminding herself that she had to keep her mind on business. As if this mental reminder prompted her imagination, she suddenly had an idea that would help put the icing on Buckner's cake.

Neither woman seemed to notice as she strolled into the room and, having had some dental work done on herself in the past, easily found the items she wanted before turning to address McNeer in a sleazy, tricky tone.

"Oh, Dr.,... would you be so kind as to help me remove June's shorts?"

McNeer looked up from the shiny wet, swollen nipple she'd been avidly sucking, eyes glazed and replied, "Of course I would, Ma'am."

She removed her hand from the interior of Janet's shorts and unfastened them the rest of the way before both women pulled them down the suburban mom's legs and off.

"No panties." Victoria noted with a surprised leer. "What a good little whore you are, June. Spread your legs and hold them back for Doctor McNeer."

"Ohh, yes! I'm a good little whore!", Janet agreed, opening her legs wide as Victoria handed McNeer the spreader apparatus, normally used to keep a patient's mouth open.

"Doctor, we're going to spread that cunt open so you can give it a good going over, aren't we?"

"Yes.", she agreed readily, almost eagerly and began that procedure right away.

"You like playing with women now, don't you?"

"Mmmmm.", she replied, adjusting the tool of her trade and placing it carefully as Janet watched.

The dental professional spread Janet's lips with the implement, stopping just before it would have become uncomfortable for her 'patient' as Victoria swung the overhead light above Janet's midsection and pulled it down. She then took the small, rubber tipped wand that sprayed cool rinsing water and handed it to the Doctor along with her instructions.

"There you go. Now, spray that hot cunt and cool her down, inside and out, mind you, and don't forget her clit, alright?"

McNeer smiled as she accepted the wand and went right to work, spraying Janet's clit first, the cool water making the spread legged woman jerk and expel a short, high note of pleasured surprise. Victoria watched, growing hornier by the minute, and suddenly found her hand between her legs, having to remind herself again that there was still some work left to do. Ensuring that the 'Rec.' pilot light was still lit on the camera, she left the room again to check up on the progress in the waiting area out front.

Small, barely audible sounds of pleasure escaped Laura's mouth as each man sucked and kissed her breasts. Her hands now completely wrapped around each man's rocket, she pumped them slowly, precum dribbling from the tip of each one lubricating them as they pushed their pelvises up, fucking her hands in time with her strokes.

"Ohh, my fifi!" cried Janet from down the hall, Laura and the two men not seeming to hear.

"Having fun, I see." Victoria smiled, eying Rick's manhood, but speaking to each member of the heavily breathing trio.

"Th- they're sucking my boobies." Laura informed needlessly.

"Isn't it nice?" Victoria asked, walking closer.

"Mmmm, yeah. Uhh!"

"Does it make you feel like a little slut?"

"Yeaaaah!"

"And that's good, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeaaah!"

"You have their precum all over your fingers, you know. I think you should lick it off, one hand at a time."

"Mmm! Mmlaam! Alllmmm!" Laura agreed, having removed her right hand from Rick's cock, licking and sucking her fingers and palm as told while Victoria began unbuttoning his shirt.

This done, she removed the garment for him and went to Bruce in turn as Laura switched the hand at her mouth. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, forcing him to hold up his attentions on Laura's chest for a moment, she watched the blonde Receptionist clean the fingers of her left hand.

"Yummy, isn't it?" Victoria asked.

"Yess! Oh, I'm so horny now, Ma'am!"

"That's a good thing, honey. But, right now, I think Dr. McNeer is ready to see her last two patients of the day and I believe she'll have her hands full, so why don't you escort these gentlemen to the exam room and, ahh,... assist her?"

"Uhh, should I put my-"

"No, just go as you are, all three of you. I promise you, she won't mind."

The two men suddenly looked a little nervous about this as well, separating their mouths from her breasts and looking at Victoria questioningly as they rose from their chairs.

"It's alright, guys, I assure you. Just follow Laura."

They did, filing down the hallway behind the young, bare backed woman with Victoria bringing up the rear. All four stopped, crowded just inside the doorway, taking in the scene inside the exam room.

Janet was singing some very extreme pleasure in a high tone, twisting her own nipples as McNeer sprayed cool water inside of her opening, playing the small suction tube with the rubber end over and around her swollen clitoris.

"Ohhghh! Ohhh! Oh, fifiiiii!", Janet cried, her voice getting louder as she approached imminent orgasm, holding her legs spread as far as she could. "Ohh!? Ohh!? Uhhhh! Ohhhh-hhh!! OHHHH, DOCTOR CHRISSY! OHHHHH, FFFFUUU!! AAAHMMMM CUUUUUHHHHHH!!", she yelled, cumming violently as the gentle water spray leaked out of her and down on the padded chair, trickling in a stream to the floor.

"Oh my fuck!" Bruce hissed, quite understandably, as both men grabbed their rods and stroked themselves to what they were seeing before them.

At this point, Victoria knew, hers and Janet's job was done at the small dental practice, however, the fun she was having wasn't and she knew Buckner wouldn't mind at all if this scene went further. And she most certainly intended to take it much further. She stepped in front of the other three new arrivals and took Laura's hand, leading her to McNeer's side.

"Laura, is Dr. McNeer a good employer?", she asked as McNeer looked up, only a little surprise registering at the presence of her topless Receptionist and the two naked men.

"Oh, yes. She's the best."

"Dr., is Laura a good receptionist? Has she performed her duties satisfactorily to this point?"

"Well, yes. More than satisfactory." she answered, staring at Laura's perky breasts.

"I thought so. So you two get along?"

They both nodded as Janet tried to recover herself around the potion.

"Well, now you're going to get along a lot better. Stand up and kiss her, Dr.. Kiss her nice and use your tongue. You know you want to; she's so pretty, isn't she?"

"Oh, very pretty." McNeer added, rising from her swivel stool and stepping closer, putting her arms around her Receptionist's waist. "And I do want to,... kiss her and,... play with,..."

"Dr.?" Laura asked just before McNeer moved in, their breasts and lips touching. "Mmmmm! Hmmmmm. Uuuhmmm."

Victoria moved behind McNeer and began rubbing her back, tickling down her spine with her nails and making the woman arch her spine, pressing her breasts into her subordinate's even harder. Next, Victoria's hand unfastened the front of her green pants and, as Rick and Bruce watched, pushed them down, revealing a pair of low rise, French cut panties that matched her deep maroon bra.

"Bruce, take Laura's panties off and fuck her.", she instructed.

He moved to do that immediately, Laura obviously not hearing the command as Victoria's hands pushed McNeer's lace underwear down. Smiling, she rubbed the Dentist's bare ass, spreading her cheeks and giving each a light slap.

"Ricky, I want you to fuck June's mouth.", Victoria said, gesturing to Janet as Bruce finished working Laura's tight, knee length skirt up to her hips, digging his thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties.

"Mmmm, yes!" Janet greedily crooned, reaching out for Rick's hardened penis and grabbing it when he came near enough. "Suck your,...! Mmmmmp! Owmmm! (Slurp!)"

Laura's undies were now halfway down her thighs, just at the tops of her white, garterless, nylon stockings. Bruce began entering her from behind, both hands on her hips as the two women made out energetically, Laura squealing into McNeer's mouth upon Bruce's entry. Victoria's hand was between McNeer's legs from behind, probing the lips of her already soaked love hole. She parted her legs willingly for Victoria, who kissed the back of McNeer's neck and shoulders as her other hand spread an ass cheek, allowing for even greater access.

Janet sucked Rick noisily as she watched the other four in the room, Victoria catching her eye and giving her a sexy wink. After a minute, her brunette friend removed her hand from McNeer, who'd been bucking hornily into her fingers, and walked over to Janet and Rick, addressing Bruce over her shoulder.

"It's Dr. McNeer's turn now, Bruce. Have a seat on this stool so she can sit in your lap and let Laura suck her clit while you fuck her."

As the three quickly assembled themselves to this position, Victoria reclined the chair the rest of the way, at the same time popping the clasp of her bra at her back with one hand and pulling it off while Rick hungrily watched her breasts come into full view, his rod leaving the mouth of the reclining, older woman.

"You like my tits, Ricky-dicky?" she teased with a knowing leer.

"Yeah.", he said, nodding.

"You wanna fuck me?"

"Oh, god yeah!"

"Then come over here and take my pants off so June can lick my clit while you do. You can cum in her mouth if you get me off first."

This time he only nodded eagerly, hastily stepping over the now fully reclined chair instead of coming around. He grabbed between her legs through her jeans first, squeezing just hard enough to make her moan while grabbing her ass and putting his mouth to her nipples. It was as though he wanted every part of her at once, but lacked the appropriate number of extremities to have them.

Ooooh!" she piped, then giggled. "I think he likes me!"

"Laura, use the suction wand on her clit." Janet encouraged as the other, younger blonde prepared to squat in front of her employer, who was just then settling herself in Bruce's lap. 

Laura had little hesitation or resistance left in her now. She simply did as she was told as her panties fell the rest of the way to her ankles, allowing her to mindlessly step out of them. McNeer came down on Bruce's stiff erection, her hands behind her and braced on his waist. Her mouth opened and she inhaled a deep breath at the feel of the welcome invasion of her snatch. His hands came around and grabbed her breasts through her bra as she began pistoning herself up and down at a pace that was not too fast, not too slow.

Rick was peeling Victoria's tight blue denim down, stopping to drive his mouth and tongue between Victoria's legs and lick through her green, boycut panties. 

"Uu-hh! Ooooh, yeah! Take them off!"

He finally finished undressing her as the sound of the suction wand started up again, promoting sudden, shrill cries from McNeer, whose bra had been pulled down. Her pleasantly large breasts bounced freely as she leaned back further, allowing Bruce to drive himself in and out of her so she could stay still for the attentions of her Receptionist and her own suction wand.

Victoria straddled Janet's waiting face, her friend's tongue already out and waiting to meet her slippery pussy as it lowered. She let out a long, broken moan as her trembling fingers carefully removed the spreader instrument from Janet's slit so she could in turn go down on her, both now in a sixty-nine position. She cried out, louder, urgently as Rick's torpedo breached her lips, burying itself completely, rudely pushing Janet's tongue out of its path and relegating it to Victoria's long excited nub.

The room filled with the sights, sounds, and smell of sex as Victoria was finally able to abandon herself to her own pleasures. She never once thought of her husband, Reggie, never truly appreciated how she had changed since the experience in Buckner's darkened office, or of what effect this would have on the rest of hers and Janet's lives as she sucked from her neighbor's 'fifi'. The only thing she thought about was driving her tongue as deep inside Janet's opening as she could, wagging it around and drawing out its musky, delicious essence, sucking hard while Rick hammered her from behind as though an orgasm would pay his dental bills. 

He battered her, driving her forward with each thrust as she continued shrilling into Janet's pussy, rapidly fingering her clitoris. Her toes curled and uncurled as her other hand held her friend open, wanting her to cum as badly as she herself wanted to.

"Nnnyaa-aaa!" McNeer yelled at the ceiling. "Ahhh, yes! Oh, Laura, yes! Lick me! Oh, god, lick my clit, you dirty girl!"

Janet did come again, her thighs trembling, pelvis jumping and pressing itself harder to Victoria's mouth as she screamed from beneath and behind her. Victoria enjoyed this so much that her own climax rushed up and hit her suddenly, completely unexpected, her fresh screams taking over as Janet's ended in a sort of pathetic whine.

Now her mind passed disjointed thoughts to her, thoughts of Janet and how they'd be special friends from then on, how the older woman would be her little lesbian slut, conveniently situated next door and-

"Laura! Laura, oh baby, fuuuck! Keep-! OH, GOD! OH, FUUUCK! OOHHHHHHH!! OOOHHHH!! OHHHHGGGGHHHH!!"

Victoria looked up in time so that her partially disjointed mind could see McNeer lifting herself from Bruce, grabbing his throbbing cock and rapidly jerking him off to his finish, her deep brown painted nails a blur. With a desperate scream of his own, he came right in Laura's face, quite impressively splattering all over the lenses of her glasses, over her lips and into her mouth, the young woman flinching with every shot of his hot, sticky cum.

So incredibly dirty and perverted was this event, that Victoria had a second orgasm then and there. It was so intense that her entire body trembled and jerked as her eyes lost focus, rolling up in her eye sockets as short, deep, guttural sounds and loud, raunchy grunts erupted from her throat.

Rick pulled out of her sopping wet gash, trying to quickly shove himself into Janet's mouth, spurting a thick rope of his seed down the bridge of her nose before he could get in. Janet's throat caught the rest as she sounded like she was choking and clearing her throat at the same time, her hands squeezing Victoria's thighs, pink nails gripping her friend's firm flesh, relaxing and squeezing again, happily forced to swallow the groaning Rick's entire, potion enhanced, load.

It was time to leave, Victoria knew. She slowly hauled herself off of Janet as Laura rose to kiss McNeer repeatedly, lovingly, smearing Bruce's seamen on the dental professional's mouth. McNeer still held the spent, but still hard penis, stroking slowly as they began using their tongues.

"Mmmm. Oh, Dr. McNeer, I love you."

"I'm going to suck that sweet little pussy, Laura!" McNeer panted just above a whisper. "I want that sweet pussy juice in my mouth while you suck cock! I'm going to make you cum so hard,..."

"Oooooooh, Dr.!" the Receptionist moaned, her body jerking as McNeer's fingers entered her.

Victoria, barely holding to her feet on shaky legs, had to push Rick away from Janet, her blonde friend groaning wantonly, trying to hold his cock in her mouth, but unable to. She looked longingly at it as Victoria pulled her to a sitting position on the chair and used McNeer's pants to clean her face, smiling wide with delirious affection for her the whole time. They kissed briefly before Victoria began quickly buttoning her top for her, not bothering to put her breasts back into her bra cups and using the wrong buttons in the wrong holes without noticing.

"Time for us to go, honey." she whispered in Janet's ear, handing her shorts back to her.

"Hmmmm.", Janet somewhat agreed with a contented and satisfied smile before she started pulling them back on. 

Once done, she got off the chair and stood, unsteadily helping Victoria get dressed as McNeer pushed Laura on the chair in her place and buried her face between her horny Receptionist's legs. Bruce, yet still hard, plugged himself into Laura's mouth as Rick, also still hard (that had to be 'the potion', Victoria guessed) aligned himself to McNeer's already well pounded pussy and pushed his way in.

Once dressed, her bra and panties stuffed into her purse, Victoria quickly grabbed the camera without the remaining four participants noticing and dumped that in her purse too. Taking Janet's hand in hers, she led her out of the examination room and down the hall, her head buzzing as if her ears had popped.

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" ... I,... Fuck, wow!" Buckner enthused, shaking his head slowly, watching as the recording came to an end. "You two Ladies are just,... Wow!"

He stood, a wide, approving smile on his face, and took a roll of bills from the inside pocket of his blazer. He peeled off two and gave them each one thousand Dollars, chortling a little.

"You earned it. Boy, did you earn it! And now there'll be no need for violence. I hate having to resort to that with women, you know, but business is business. I'm so lucky you two came along!"

The women smiled from the couch and each thanked him for the tip.

"Oh, no. No, no, no, don't thank me. I'm thanking you. Look, I wish I could rest you two up a little longer, but we have a lot of work to do while you're here, so why don't you go on up to your room and I'll send up whatever you want: Massage therapists, gourmet food, whatever. Try to get some sleep for tonight, okay? Jumpin' shit, I wish I could sell this!"

"We're glad you're happy with it, Mr. Buckner.", said a pleased Victoria.

"And nobody gets hurt." Janet happily added.

Buckner only looked at them appreciatively for some moments, silently shaking his head, still smiling before repeating, "You two ladies run along upstairs. You'll get a personal wake-up call at nine PM sharp, so try to get some sleep. My people will take care of you and, when we see each other later tonight, I'll give you the lowdown on your next job.

They smiled and bade him goodbye until later that evening before leaving, Buckner watching them go.

"Shhhhit! If they weren't married,...", he extolled under his breath, wishing he could retain their services permanently and for more important things. 



The Payment Plan Ch. 03



"They're what you might call, 'a new random element'.", Buckner explained, pausing to light a cigarette before going on from his usual place on the arm of the couch. "That's best case scenario. Worst case scenario, they're potential rivals, since I've had some trouble that started around the time they, ah, organized, or moved in, whatever the case may be."

Janet nodded, paying close attention while Victoria sipped her coffee.

"So, what I need is information. What I need is for you two to get into their clubhouse and plant a couple bugs, just like on TV, right?"

"Umm,... this won't be dangerous, will it?", Janet asked, noticing Victoria being more attentive from the corner of her eye. "What if we get caught?"

"You won't, this is all worked out. Upstairs, in your suite, are laid out two sets of clothes, including bras. The reasons you'll be wearing these clothes is, first, because they'll make you as, uhhh,... white as you can be and because the bugs are hidden inside the bras. Don't worry, they're very small, just make sure the bras stay there and end up in a place where they won't be noticed and picked up later. Get them someplace like behind a couch, or something. Don't worry about sensitivity, either; they may be small, but they'll pick everything up from a place like that, nice and clear."

"But how will we get in?" Victoria asked.

Buckner smiled a little and replied, "They'll take you there. See, one of my girls would be spotted for a spy in no time, but not you two. That's why I'm afraid you'll have to go without the benefit of the potion, as you call it. More realistic that way, you understand. So, I'll need one of you to write this address down on a piece of paper, so you'll have it in your own handwriting, then I'll give you your cover story before you scoot those great asses of yours upstairs to get changed. After that, we'll call you a cab to take you where you need to go and the rest of the show will be yours."

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The yellow cab sped off before they could even close the rear door, but not before the driver called them 'tourist meat'. He'd warned them all the way over of what kind of place he was taking them to, even had to be paid extra to drive to the area, which didn't bode well at all in the minds of the two suburban wives.

They stood close to one another, surveying their surroundings while trying not to make eye contact with anyone who passed. The passing inhabitants, however, were all looking them up and down, probably because they were the only white people as far as the eye could see.

It looked like any lower to middle class neighborhood with shops just off the sidewalk, cars parked along the four lane, main thoroughfare, apartment buildings behind the businesses and low, single story houses squatting further behind them.

"Wrong side of town, bitches." a woman warned on her way by, holding the hand of a child walking along beside her, presumably hers.

"Wh-? Did you just hear th-?"

"Just shut up and forget it.", Victoria murmured, digging the address out of her purse.

She wore a white, sleeveless, wrap style summer dress that showed a modest amount of cleavage and sometimes the short, lacey section that connected the cups of her white bra. The dress stopped just above her knees over a pair of sheer, white stockings and was accented at her waist with a wide pink belt that matched the pink sunhat on her head.

Janet was dressed a little more provocatively in the same style. She wore a pleated navy blue skirt that fit snugly around her hips and stopped less than halfway to her knees with a thin, white pullover top with colourful little flowers embroidered around the modest, flat neckline. A light, navy blue sweater she wore as a cape, buttoned at the top, finished her look. One could somewhat easily see the heavy seems and more solid white area that represented her bra, accentuating her chest in a respectable way. She wore no hat but, like Victoria, she wore white stockings with the matching garter belt, heeled white shoes and jewelry that spoke of the upper middle class.

They definitely looked the part.

Through her pink, eighties style, horn rimmed shades, Victoria read aloud, "1775 Fair St.. Let's just get looking and get this over with, and don't talk to anybody that doesn't seem like,... you know. Them."

"Don't worry about that." Janet assured her, also in a prudent mumble as she quickly scanned the buildings in front of them for their street numbers. "Other side of the street, up that way."

"Let's not be too quick about it. We have to give them time to spot us."

"Great."

Crossing the street was quite helpful in getting them noticed. It seemed everybody was looking and those who weren't were soon alerted by others to join in, staring at the two lily white ladies from the right side of the tracks.

"Oh, my god!" Janet murmured, bothered by this more than the woman's comment on the sidewalk a minute earlier. It was as if she'd just been dropped off in a different country.

"It's okay, just staaaay cool, baby. We can do this."

A few minutes later, they stood in the forgiving shade of a shop awning that had seen better days, looking at their little piece of paper and then at the shop with some discussion and confused expressions. They saw the six young black men ambling down the sidewalk towards them with predatorial grins and wondered if these were the fish they were supposed to lure.

"Aft' noon, ladies. I don' gotta ask if you're lost." said the largest of the group.

"Uhh,...", Janet started, glancing at her friend for an instant. "You're right, I guess. Either that, or we were given the wrong information." she finished with a hesitant smile.

"What're yas lookin' for?"

"A beauty spa, 'Esther's Esthetics'.", Victoria replied uncertainly, glancing at Janet in turn. "It's, uh, supposed to be at 1775 Fair St., but this is obviously not it.", she finished, gesturing to the Pharmacy they were stopped in front of.

"Esther's Esthetics?" another asked, scratching his chin thoughtfully before turning to another to inquire, "Isn't that on Claire St.?"

"The new place, yeah. Lemme see dat paper."

Victoria handed it over and they waited while he peered at it.

"Yeah, shit. You two are eight blocks away from where yas wanna be. Ya got bad info, girl."

"Eight blocks?" Victoria asked, acting surprised.

"Oh, dammit." Janet complained, her face falling.

"Wass' wrong?" the first one asked.

"We have to get another cab, now. Do you think they'll let us use the phone in the Pharmacy?"

He looked at the others, laughing under his breath as they did and answered, "Prob'ly not. Look, no offense, but you two don't belong here, or up on Claire St., neither."

"We don't?" Janet asked, looking confused.

"Uhh, case ya didn't notice in the mirror when ya left home,... You're white. This is a black neighborhood and people don't like whites around here."

"Oh,... well,... you men seem very nice and helpful.", she countered.

"We're men of the world." one of them snickered, causing the other five to laugh again as well.

"Oh, look, we're sorry if we intruded." Janet assured them, surprising Victoria a little with her acting abilities. "Our friend didn't mention anything about that and we certainly don't want to-"

"Hey, it's cool. Like I say, you're alright with us. C'mon, we'll give you a ride."

"Oh,... You will? We certainly don't want to be any trouble, Sir." Janet assured 

them.

"You won't be."

" ... Well,... What do you think, Victoria?" she asked with double meaning.

"I umm,... I guess it's good." she answered. "We can't walk in these heels and if nobody will help us find a cab,..."

"Then its settled." the first guy, apparently their leader, said. "Name's Meshac, by the way."

They both smiled and politely introduced themselves.

"Let's go, our car's this way."

Then they were off, walking down the sidewalk, completely surrounded by the group as though they were an honour guard. They made their way up the main street, chatting nicely with their tall hosts as they checked the women out more and more openly. Soon, they found themselves ambling down a side street, then up a narrow back alley lined with backyard fences and garages that belonged to the squat bungalows they'd spied earlier. Finally, they stopped at one of the garages, one of Meshac's men hauling the squeaky old door up to display an empty space.

"What the shit!?", Meshac asked, then testily dug a cell phone out of his pocket, flipping it open and punching the keys quickly before putting it to his ear. "Fuckin' bitches! Sorry, ladies, not you."

Victoria and Janet looked at one another, then back at Meshac as he gestured to his man to bring the door back down, heading for the gate to the back yard with the phone still to his ear, the rest following. The women gamely followed with the others, neither one even completely sure if these were the people they were supposed to 'meet'.

"Shhhit!" he swore under his breath, putting the phone back in his pocket with a disgusted shake of his head. "She's 'away from her phone at this time'. Claude, try Leshia, she's probably with her. Ladies, step inside our crib; we got a little hold-up to overcome, but it won't take long."

Meshac held open the back door of the run down looking house, allowing them to enter first to an interior that was the exact opposite of the exterior. The first thing that greeted the eye was the large, gray, marble topped island in the middle of the kitchen, surrounded by matching counter tops and dark, high quality, real wooden cupboards. Every appliance was in stainless steel and black, all bearing high quality brand names.

Meshac stepped around them, leading them through to the living room, which was no different from the kitchen in terms of impeccable quality and taste. Earth tones dominated here, featuring soft, brown leather furniture, a raised ceiling and dark, highly polished hardwood floors with a perfect balance of plants.

"Oh my goodness, our heels!" Janet suddenly exclaimed.

"S'no problem, this shit is guaranteed." Meshac laughed, looking back at Janet's breasts.

"She ain't answerin', man.", Claude reported, snapping his phone shut.

"Yeah, they're together, alright. They're probably at Rachel's, doin' what they do. They'll be out before long."

"Oh, soo,...", Victoria wondered aloud.

"Like I said, they won't be long. Just hang here with us a while 'till we can get hold of them and get them back here with the car."

"Um, alright." Victoria nervously agreed for them.

Despite the current situation, both women were actually somewhat relieved to be in and off the street, although wondering how they'd ever get out again. The well built men in tank shirts and baggy jeans took seats in their well appointed 'crib', one of them pointing a remote and turning on some music. The occasional thought that their bras would be staying did serve to elevate their nerves, but part of that was due to the worry of how they'd deposit them in a place they'd stay for a while in the perfectly tidied, obviously well kept room.

"Have a seat, ladies." one of the guys invited.

There were two couches of equal length and, between the men, room was made for one 'lady' on each. They both hesitantly split up and sat carefully, smoothing their skirts behind them, Janet right beside Meshac.

" ... (ahem), I just love the house.", Janet commented timidly.

They were looking at her bust again and, as intimidating as this was, it made her nipples harden. She attributed this to being still slightly high on the potion she'd had at Dr. McNeer's clinic earlier that day and wished she could have had more in order to soothe her jangled nerves.

"Hey, thanks, baby." Meshac replied. "We like it here, but it's gettin' a little small. I gotta admit, I fucked up in the 'forward thinking' department."

"Growing family?" Victoria asked.

Ever the cool one under pressure, (mostly) she began to center her mind on her job and the first thing was to establish that these were the people they needed to run into. She was quite sure they were but, as the house had demonstrated so effectively, one could never be sure. If nothing else, it kept her mind from the apprehension of what all would happen in the process of her bra coming off. They were openly checking out her body and, as uncomfortable as the situation was, it turned her on. This made her feel more uncomfortable, what with her hardening nipples, those signals from between her legs,...

"You might say that, yeah." he replied.

It was them, alright, and it was time to change the subject.

"It wouldn't be such a problem, if not for city ordinance issues with building additions."

He half leapt out of his chair, flinging his arm out at Victoria with an upturned palm and expelling, "Yes! Thank you! It's our property, why in hell shouldn't we do whatever the fuck we want with it? We pay the mother fuckin' taxes!"

"Oh, I know, I ran into the same issue, went through the whole thing with City Hall, up, down, all around, and there's just no way to do it. As far as I'm concerned, I should be able to fill my entire lot with house, if I want to."

"Damned right!" he agreed.

"You don't even have kids." Janet reminded her with a smile. "Why do you need that?"

" ... Because I have expensive tastes and I like to show them off to all my family, friends and neighbors."

They all laughed at this, none of them aware that Janet and Victoria shared a double driveway, not to mention the 'bugs' in their bras.

"You got a lot to show off.", one of them said, still chuckling and looking her up and down.

"So does Janet." Meshac said. 

They both smiled modestly and thanked them for the compliments.

"Hey, stand up and give us a spin, girl." Meshac suggested to Janet.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Stand up and turn around, so we can take a look at you."

"Umm,... really?"

"Yeah, sure. You too, Vicky. Show off for us." he grinned.

Victoria stifled a giggle and a wide smile behind her hand, but stood and slowly moved to the center of the room as they all watched, including Janet.

"You umm, just want me to,...?"

"Give us a turn, or two. Or three." he encouraged with a friendly chuckle.

She gave them a slow spin, looking at them all with an uncertain smile as they smiled approvingly back at her, a few of them whistling.

"Give us a little more leg.", one said.

"Lean over." another chimed in

"Oh, boy.", she half giggled, gathering the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up for them with the expression of a shy nerd-girl unveiling her project at a school science fair. "I've, um, never showed off like this before."

She stopped just short of the tops of her stockings and leaned over, creating a deeper view of her cleavage to those on the couch she'd been sitting with.

There were more whistles and lower sounds of appreciation.

"Victoria,...", Janet cautioned in a polite, but surprised voice, surprising herself with her acting ability this time.

"Oh, it's alright, it's just my legs. Anyway, your skirt is shorter than mine."

"Yeah, speakin' of, it's your turn, girl." Meshac informed her.

She liked being referred to as 'girl', for some reason and wondered if it made her feel like a young woman. Did it matter? She rolled her eyes with a tolerant smile and got up, feeling herself flush a little. Victoria had already dropped her skirt and rejoined the men on the couch, watching her as well. She awkwardly turned, also getting whistles and smiles and a few requests that she remove her sweater from around her neck.

"My sweater?" she complained, although as good naturedly as any woman would in a 'foreign country' where it was all too true that they may need these men to get back to their own. (remember Tom?) 

She silently gave in, removing the sweater and tossing it on the couch, giving them another turn without being asked.

"Bounce them big tits up an' down for us." someone said.

"Oh my.", she replied, covering her mouth as she flushed the rest of the way red, looking around herself at all the men encouraging this, Victoria only smiling at her. "Well,... alright."

She bounced on the balls of her feet, looking down and being surprised at how well her nipples managed to outline themselves against her shirt and thin bra. If her top were much thinner, their dark circles would be just visible. They cheered and whistled more, their approval and the sexually arousing music making her more obliging as she bounced a little harder. She stopped and wiggled them from side to side with a sudden, embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, man, she made my cock hard!" one of them said, others laughing and confessing the same.

"Oh my goodness! Okay, that's enough!" she giggled as Meshac rose and joined her.

"Wait, wait, wait." he said, moving behind her. "We wanna see some leg, too.

"Awp-!"

He hiked her skirt halfway up her ass before she could arrest the ascent of her hemline with her hands, hold it there to the applause of the others. She hesitantly gave up trying to get it back down and looked around at the hungry expressions surrounding her. 

As Meshac plucked one of Janet's garter straps, Victoria agreed to separate demands that she show her ass as well, getting up and kneeling on the edge of couch with her hands on the back of it. Janet watched her move to take her hemline in her hand, looking over her shoulder, but she needn't have bothered. The men on either side of her flipped the garment up to the small of her back, showing the white panties that stretched over her pussy, rubbing themselves through their pants now.

"Uhh, maybe we should try calling- eep!"

Meshac had given her a playful slap on the bottom of her ass. He rubbed it after through the backs of her panties.

"Okay," Victoria ruled with a smile, "there it is, but remember: We're married women, so you can look, since you're helping us out, but you can't touch."

"Aw, c'mon.", one of them said, caressing one side of her ass as Meshac was doing to Janet.

"Okay, really, guys!" the attractive brunette said, still smiling but adamant as she turned and sat back down between them.

Meshac had his hands on Janet's hips, pressed lightly against her back and had been moving to the slow beat of some raunchy hip-hop, taking her along with him on this seductive dance.

"Relaaaxxx.", he toned in her ear from above, his fingers reaching up under her skirt, higher on her hips until they found the tops of her panties and began tugging them down. 

"Um, maybe,... I shouldn't- Oh, please,...", she said in a small voice, hastily pulling her skirt back down while she could. "My husband,..." (Oh my god, what about Tom?)

He gently shushed her, pushing them halfway down her thighs where they stayed in a rolled tangle as another man got off the couch and approached.

"No way." Victoria dealt with a firm smile. "My panties stay on and- Oh! You've got your penis out! Oh my!" she giggled, looking away from the long, hard, dark cock in Claude's lap. 

The man on the other side had his out too. It wasn't as long, but it was fat.

"Ohhhhhh, my goodness!" she laughed, not really having to try very hard at acting and wishing once again that she could have had some of the potion before she left. This scene could get pretty intense.

Claude took her hat off and covered himself with it, asking with a coy smile, "Better?"

She giggled nervously in giddy reply.

"Now, take your panties off.", the other said, grabbing her thigh and linking it over his. 

She inhaled sharply through an open mouthed smile as she covered herself with the lower portion of her dress, mostly still piled around her waist. Claude repeated the action on the other side and they playfully held her spread legged and started tugging at her skirt.




The Payment Plan Ch. 03



"Okay, okay, I'll take my bra off, how's that? Will that make you happy?"

"Yeah, I guess." Claude agreed, looking at her chest and the small amount of cleavage the dress showed.

She performed the trick that women do, disappointing them by removing the white restraint, a sexy lace underwire number, without opening the bodice of her dress.

"Cheater.", Claude complained, grabbing the skirt portion of her dress and yanking it up.

"Whoop!" Victoria exclaimed in surprise, throwing her bra over her head and grabbing for her dress. 

Only Janet noticed the under garment slap the wall behind her, falling down behind a long, heavy book cabinet. It was an incredible shot and she made it! She knew that Victoria must have been scouting when she was on her feet, scanning the room for a good spot, so she could await the proper opportunity. Janet started doing the same, trying to get her mind away from the two men who were playfully tugging at the bottom of her skirt, kissing her neck. 

"I, I can't do this,...", she almost mewled, squirming and applying downward pressure on her skirt, darting her eyes around the room and trying to come up with a way to get them interested in her northern regions. "Please, you're,... making my nipples hard. I-I'm married."

They weren't baited. Instead, the man in front put his hand up the front of her skirt, making her pull down hard there, sticking her behind out and bending slightly with a gasp. The back of her skirt went up in a flash, almost to the top of her ass and, when Meshac pressed himself up against her again, she felt his naked hips against her cheeks, his long, hard member between them as he ground against her.

"Ohh, Sir." Janet cautioned, "This is so wrong. Oh, I shouldn't be here,... doing this! Oh, no!" she added desperately as the man in front finally abandoned his efforts in favour of her breasts.

He softly caressed their bottoms, making her shiver. He gently hefted them and then squeezed a little before pulling the bottom of her shirt up, over her breasts and to her neck. In her white bra, they squeezed out between her arms as she continued holding the front of her skirt down. Her dark nipples were somewhat visible and he went straight for them.

"Fuck, them nipples are hard! Shit!"

"But I- (gasp) can't,... do this, I, I- uh! -Please, I want to pull my panties up and- Ohhhh!"

He pulled her bra cups down, her breasts almost oozing out of them and through her arms to show their true size, squashed together and propped up by the lowered cups. He fastened his mouth on one of her erect nipples and, in that moment, Meshac's prick drew down between her cheeks a little way before he pressed his dick to her anus, the precum at its tip lubricating both of them sufficiently for him to suddenly insert most of his cockhead.

"Aw- Ahhh!"

"Just relax, baby, everythin' will be fine."

She'd heard that about anal sex, but was in too much personal panic and pain to adhere to it and, besides, that would mean giving in and losing her virginity there. She moved her hands behind her and jumped at the feel of his big black rod as she tried to push him away, allowing the man in front to kneel, pushing the front of her skirt up and driving his mouth between her legs, making her instinctually move backwards.

"Uhhhnnnn! Awww-ww!" she groaned desperately through her teeth, somewhat humiliated by this indignity of pain, trying not to draw attention to herself and hoping Victoria wouldn't notice.

By this time, Janet's neighbor had been repositioned. The men on either side of her had pushed closer together, sandwiching her until she ended up sitting on and across their laps, legs held spread even wider with her dress pulled up to show her wide, white garter belt and low cut, white panties.

Okay, now seriously, guys, I like you, but that's really not the kind of question you should be asking a married woman." Victoria assured them, smiling as she watched Claude stroke himself under her sunhat.

"It ain't that big a deal. Ya got it, or not?"

She sighed and said, "Fine, if you must know, yes, I do have some pubic hair. I suppose you'll want to see it now."

"Sure.", said Jeffries, the man on her other side, as he reached over and pulled the front of her panties down just a little, making her inhale sharply.

And there was the proof, her cropped bush peeping out. Claude leaned forward, the sunhat falling away as he looked between her legs, moaning, his hand on her inner thigh closer to her crotch as Victoria sat and watched Jeffries' fingers playing in her pussy hair.

"Ooohh! Okay, that's enough. You can look but you can't- Uhh! (giggle) "Jeffries, stop, that tickles!" she admonished, twitching and holding her dress flat against her stomach.

Finally, after letting them have a little fun, she reached down to pull her panties up again, glancing at Jeffries' cock as someone from behind the couch reached over her shoulder and down the front of her dress.

"Oh! Oh my goodness, you're brazen! she laughed, quite horny now and hamming it up. 

She made no move to stop this and continued holding her dress up for them to see her panties and garter belt, smiling tolerantly like Janet might as a second hand went down the front of her dress, joining the other in playing with her tits. Victoria looked up to see how she was making out and got a small shock.

Her underwear was rolled halfway down her thighs, skirt pushed up just high enough for Meshac to enter what had to be her ass from that angle. He was almost halfway in and, while he obviously enjoyed the sensations this offered him, another man was busily licking her pussy from the front. Her breasts were bared and she stood in a kind of shock as they used her, whimpering and groaning, her facial expressions as intense as what was happening to her.

"Janet! He's fucking your ass,...! Oh, my god!"

"Uhhhhhnn!? Uhh-hhhh! Uuaawwwww!" Janet cried, her long nailed fingers now resting on the shaved head of the man who was tonguing her. 

She had no choice but to relax as Meshac worked his way further and further in. It was so dirty, an act that had never appealed to her before, one that she was, in fact, always afraid of, but now it was actually happening to her and Victoria knew. Her face turned red, mouth wide open in pain and heart pounding, affronted shock as the man at her pussy slashed her lips with his tongue, holding her legs as far apart as her panties would allow. She arched her back to this undeniable pleasure that almost counteracted the pain from behind and locked eyes with Victoria as Meshac pulled himself ever deeper by her hips.

Janet's neighbor shivered as her dress was opened up in front, her breasts hauled out while she watched Janet's predicament. A moment later, her panties and garter belt were being explored, played with and gently tugged at. She reached into their laps with hands that trembled with excitement and took their cockheads to play with them, spreading their precum around before stroking them slowly.

"Ohhhh!" she sighed as the molesting hands took this for free license to play in her pubic hair again while more fingers began rubbing her mound. Oooohh, that's,... so goooood,..."

The guy behind her was pinching her nipples a little roughly, squeezing her breasts and manhandling her while another hand reached underneath and found her anus.

"Ahh. Ahh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhh!" she hissed. "I suppose you're- (gasp!) -expecting me to give you head. Ooooh."

Meshac was almost all the way inside Janet now and the feeling was like nothing else as the pain started to abate a little, as the man in front sucked from her opening and played with her clit. A third stepped forward to take over the use of her breasts, slobbering all over them, licking and sucking everywhere, Victoria being too busy playing with male genetalia to watch her violation at the moment, too busy enjoying the hands all over her body.

And then Meshac was there, buried up inside Janet's ass as she stood quivering, trying to relax and keep from being overwhelmed by the feel of him in there, his naked hips pressed against her bare bottom. He slowly started caressing her hips again, moving and truly grinding her along with the music and she had no choice but to carefully go with him, the man between her legs never missing a beat. The young man who'd been handling her breasts began necking with her while squeezing her orbs, tugging at their nipples and it was all becoming too much rather quickly. 

A thought flashed through her mind, a memory of Dr. McNeer's office and whether or not her current situation was some kind of cosmic justice for what they'd done to she and Laura.

And then there was the bugged bra still to deal with. 

Her head flopped down and she saw the dick of the young man who busied himself with her breasts, pointing straight up as though it was a rocket straining for flight. It pressed against her hip and, in the building, dirty pleasure of her first anal experience, she took it in her hand, just holding it, feeling its firm girth before he started slowly pumping through her grip.

Meshac had begun slowly pumping too, breathing heavily as the man at her pussy held her lips apart so he could take his assault deeper and to her clitoris as well.

"Nnnaaaaaa! Ohhhhh, my fifi!"

That was when a plan of action concerning her bra burst upon her ever more compliant mindset. It was obvious as her pullover was being pulled over her head. She let out a long moan and grabbed at her bra, giving in to her sudden, filthy desires, trying to tear it from herself as if it were suddenly too uncomfortable.

"Ohhhhh! Help!" she pleaded. 

The young man took Janet's plea for how it was meant and mildly jerked her upper body about a little as he forcefully removed the bugged bra. She held on to it as he tore it from her and after he was done, clutching it in her hand, arms held out slightly as the three men did what they would with her body. She took a quick look at Victoria's 'scene' to make sure nobody was looking. 

Victoria herself wasn't looking, was far too busy for that now, as were her three molesters. She was on her knees and facing the back of the couch again, her belt on the floor, dress being completely removed as she made half hearted attempts to stop them, smiling and playfully scolding them. As she held her fingers over her nipples, one of them pulled her panties down, she reacting with only a politely horny smile while another climbed over the couch to sit on its back, naked with his legs spread expectantly in front of her.

Janet tossed the bra with an underhanded throw, hoping her experience as Pitcher on her high school's girls softball team wasn't a complete waste. It wasn't and, as it flew into the large entertainment unit, over the top of the large, widescreen television, she cried out in alarmed pleasure to cover any sound it might make as it flopped down into the darkness behind the set.

Nobody noticed.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhh-hhh!" she cried out again, this time in relief as well as pleasure as Meshac's big cock drove her closer to the orgasm that the man fingering and lapping at her spread fifi was also driving her to.

"Mmm. (smooch) Mmmmmm. (smerp) Ohhh." Victoria toned while kissing and licking the hard cock in front of her, playing around the head as she had with the others, allowing her fingers to experience the feel of its firm rim.

She was down to her garters and stockings, even her shoes on the floor. Her (fake) diamond necklace dangled over his balls as she enjoyed the feel of his helmet with her lips. Behind her, Claude and Jeffries were just shedding the last of their clothes.

She spread her knees and looked back, saying, "You two be good back there."

"I'm real fuckin' good." Claude laughed, sitting beside her and skillfully slipping her over him, he underneath her.

"Oh, what-? Oh, Claude, no."

It was then that the man whose cock she'd been enjoying told her straight out, told her what she, in a way, wanted to hear at that point while Jeffries grabbed her ass in both hands.

"Why don' choo just shut the fuck up and suck my cock? We gonna use you two white bitchez like sheep and there ain't shit you're gonna do 'bout it."

In some sense, she was actually offended as she looked up at him, his meat in her hand. Strangely, however, when someone from behind put her sunhat back on her head, she obediently put his cockhead back in her mouth. An instant later, Claude thrust himself up inside her wet and ready snatch from underneath, pulling Victoria down by her garter belt with a groan from each of them.

Now it was her turn to feel the invasion of her anus as Jeffries' prick pressed for entry where only Reggie had gone before, even as Claude played with her tits while buried in her pussy to the hilt. Because of her personal, marital experience with this form of sex, Victoria was easier able to relax and was at the same time more conditioned to it, but never had she had three (including the one in her mouth) dicks inside of her at once.

"Mmmm! Ohmmmmm!" she cried, going down and taking as much length in her mouth as she could.

Janet's underwear was also now gone and she was being picked up by her thighs by the one who had been eating fifi. He handed her to Meshac while she squirmed and cried out, having gotten quite close to cumming until then. Meshac jerked her higher, to a more comfortable position on his cock and so that the other could slide his inside her pussy. They began bouncing her like that, both of them supporting her between them with her thighs spread, knees in the air. 

Now that her ass fucking had turned into a wonderful, painfully satisfying experience for her, it, along with having fifi pounded at the same time, was almost beyond her ability to handle. Her brief, shrieking cries filled the room, even overwhelming Victoria's wailing.

Meshac was getting close himself, grunting each time he bounced her, enjoying her cries and the feel of her ass around his prick, feeling her fingers down there as she played with her clit. The heels of the white woman's shoes were soon pointing almost straight up, toes curling in her open tipped shoes and, as he watched some moments later, two of her garter straps let go. He came with a long, wavery string of curses, filling her tight ass with jism.

Janet felt this distinctly, heard Meshac behind her and knew what he'd done, the knowledge pushing her over the edge.

"Oh! Ohhh! My bum! Ohh-hh! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OH GOD! OH GOD! IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!? IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!?" 

They handled her like she was a rag doll, she limp and barely aware of having been moved to the couch after her mind blowing orgasm as they pushed her down to her back. She allowed them to arrange her as they pleased, playing with her nipples and making small, pleasured sounds, still in the afterglow. Her legs were spread and a cock entered her pussy as another was suddenly plugged into her open mouth.

"Mmmmmmm? (choke) Uhmmmm. Hmmmmmm." she crooned. 

Stroking the big shaft with one hand, she sucked, feeling him with her tongue and still playing with one of her nipples, twisting and pinching while the one who was jerkily pumping her pussy played with the other. She then remembered Victoria and wondered if she were witnessing this complete surrender but, when she again looked, she saw that Victoria was too busy to notice anyway.

At that moment, Janet's neighbor was noticing too late the way the rude man's cock began to throb in her mouth. The double fucking she was receiving tended to blot out many details of the rest of her world as she knelt there between his legs, enthusiastically sucking his pole. He filled her mouth, holding her by the hair at the top of her head and fucking her lips as she received him amidst her howls of desperate delight. She was forced to swallow some of his seed, more leaking from the corners of her mouth as her eyes rolled back.

Then Claude's cock seemed to burst inside her canal, squirting her cervix over and over as she kept sucking the spent cock in her mouth.

"Ohh, fuck! Fuckin bitch is bad!" its owner commented.

"AHHHH-HHH! Fuck me! AHHHHHH!" she replied, taking him out of her mouth to cry this out before licking him clean. 

They kept pounding, ramming her face into his crotch as they did, Victoria moving in the ungainly rhythm while Claude was still there, working her ever closer, but in vain. He slipped out of her, then out from underneath her. Jeffries withdrew from her ass and turned her around, pushing her back down on the couch and dragging her ass to the edge of the seat cushion by her knees, she slouching in the seat and looking up at him. She spread her legs and he pushed them back as far as they would go, her feet almost at either side of her head, so that her pelvis was rotated up. Back inside her ass he dove, warm jism leaking from her opening as she played with her clit, yelping and wailing as he piled into her again and again.

She soon came, oblivious to circumstance, or surroundings, calling out wordlessly over and over in a rough voice that spoke of total satisfaction as she fingered herself with blissful intensity. Jeffries kept hammering throughout her event, his own deep grunts turning to insistent moans, then excited groans and, when he pulled out and came over her breasts and belly, she never stopped fingering herself, writhing under his squirting contribution to her sexual history.

Janet, head between two strong, black thighs, face upturned and mouth full of cock meat, was also approaching orgasm again. She loved the feel of her ankles being held fast, spreading her legs so she could be taken without resistance. She lovingly sucked, stroking with one hand, massaging the young man's balls with the other while her breasts joggled heavily back and forth with each impact to her bared crotch. In a crazy sense, she wished everyone she knew could see her like this, everyone except her husband.

When the cock was suddenly removed from her mouth, she left her lips parted as he came on them, her chin and in her mouth. She helped to pump it all out of him, freezing when she reached her own climax, tensing her entire body, clamping down on the hard rod inside her which only increased the wonderfully overwhelming, explosive sensations that she never wanted to end.

The man between her legs rushed to her side to insert himself into her mouth, groaning an easily read signal. For the first time, she tasted her own essence, took it back from him with her lips and tongue before reaching one arm around him and placing her hand at the bottom of his well toned ass. Looking him lustfully in the eyes, she removed him from her mouth and jerked him off in her face.

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They were dropped down town by Meshac and Claude after being told that wherever Esther's Esthetics was, it wasn't in their part of town. They drove off in good spirits, leaving Janet and Victoria looking at one another with expressions of relief mixed with satisfaction on the neon lit sidewalk.

Janet gathered the sweater closer around her braless chest, acutely aware that her panties were also missing, as were Victoria's.

"That was,...", Janet tried.

"Well, it was what it was." Victoria determined.

"Imagine how poor Dr. McNeer must be feeling right now." Janet offered thoughtfully."

"Yeah, well I've got a feeling she may not be quite as bothered as we might assume. Anyway, it doesn't help to think about it."

"I liked what they did to me.", Janet admitted, looking down in excited shame at the sidewalk. "Even when he was first putting his cock in my bum, it turned me on in some,... unclean way."

"Mmmmm.", Victoria answered, smiling a little at how it tickled when they played in her pubic hair. "I know. I just loved it when he called me a bitch and told me to shut up and suck his cock."




The Payment Plan Ch. 03



Janet looked at her friend, not really surprised that she'd take her comment the way she did, and asked, "But, that's not,... I mean, that's not us, is it?"

"There's a cab." Victoria said, spying one over the blonde's shoulder.

She stepped out from behind Janet, hailing it down as her friend turned to watch, voluntarily banishing the subject from her own mind in favour of thoughts of a nice hot bath back in their suite.



The Payment Plan Ch. 04



They arrived at the large, rented house at six o'clock, as instructed, in Reggie's Firebird. They knocked and waited in the late morning sunshine, wearing identical floral print dresses, until they were greeted warmly by Vernon, then invited in.

"Hang your dresses in the closet and come on out back to the pool." he said before walking off.

"Nice place." Victoria commented while unbuttoning the front of her dress unconcernedly.

"Actually, I think I liked Meshac's house better." Janet put in distractedly, not quite as comfortable about removing her dress as Victoria was.

Moments later, they were walking towards the back of the house in their 'uniforms', which consisted of a man's long white undershirt that was cut short, so that the bottom could be used as a mini skirt, their breasts barely covered at their bottoms. All the outer seems were removed, making Janet's light blue garter belt, Victoria's pink one ride above their tight, narrow 'underskirts', supporting sheer white stockings above white, high heeled shoes.

"I love this outfit. I feel so horny already." Victoria giggled quietly as their heels clipped to the rear sliding door, leading to the large pool deck in back.

Janet would have been a bit more comfortable with underwear, at least panties, but didn't have time to reply amidst her own distracted mindset. She wanted to caution her, ask her to keep in mind that they were only there, doing the things they were doing, because they had to and they should try not to personally indulge. The problem was, how could she say that when her own nipples were as hard as Victoria's?

An elegant woman in a very nice, deep maroon dress approached them once they were outside. The garment brought out her curves well, but in the serious, respectable way of a politician, or a prime time anchorwoman. Her shoulder length, ash blonde hair bounced a bit with her step, her strong, attractive face lighting up in a formal manner as she extended her hand to Victoria.

"Hello. I'm Seth's wife, Francine."

Victoria took the proffered hand and shook it, suddenly feeling a lot more foolish than horny and wondering who this woman was, not to mention who 'Seth' was.

"Oh.", Francine said, reading Victoria's polite expression and understanding her dilemma right away. "Of course, you would only know him as, 'Mr. Buckner'."

"Oh! Oh my god!" she said, letting go of Francine's hand and looking down at herself in horror. "Mrs. Buckner,..."

Janet moaned regretfully behind her friend. She had always known somehow that Buckner was married and also knew better than to try anything beyond a little flirting with him. This woman, built just a little taller and lighter than herself, was definitely a good reason why that would have been so grossly inappropriate as she smiled at Victoria forgivingly. The older and more diplomatic of the two friends stepped to Victoria's side to face up with her.

"Hello, Mrs. Buckner." she offered respectfully along with her hand. "My name is Janet Fulton and this is my friend, Victoria Sharpe. "I hope you understand that, uhh, we both regret meeting you under these, um, circumstances."

Francine smiled wider and took her hand, shaking it and replying, "I know all about your circumstances and why you're here dressed the way you are. And please, call me Fran. Not frannie. But, as I was saying, don't be alarmed, you'll be working under me for the day and I wouldn't have you any other way."

Victoria seemed to cheer up somewhat while Janet was mostly relieved, although her flush still didn't show signs of going away.

"Alright, ladies, just a little reminder of what Seth told you about introductions and names: You give yours if asked, but just your first names will do. Don't ask them theirs; if they decide to tell you a name, it won't be their real one. Don't ask about their business, their personal lives, not anything beyond what they want to talk to you about. Finally, unless they do give you a name to use, refer to them as 'Gentlemen', or 'Sir', 'Ladies', or 'Ma'am'. Are we clear?"

They nodded, becoming a little more comfortable with the situation as it turned to business, if not Fran's professionally brisk mannerisms that so strangely supported the impression of sincerity. 

"So, which of you will be mixing and which serving?"

"I'll be mixing." Victoria told her. "I just hope nobody asks for anything I don't recognize, because-"

"It's okay, they probably won't be asking for anything fancy and, if they do, I'll be floating around and overseeing things. If you have any trouble, come to me, but try to make it discrete and respectful. I understand you're new to this and I'll be looking out so, often times, a direct look from a distance will do."

"Okay.", Victoria said with a nod, looking slightly up at the taller woman.

"If someone wanders over and wants to talk, then by all means do so. Be very friendly and helpful, that's what you're here for. Try to keep up with your job at the bar, but if they want to take you up to their room, you'll go."

" ... Yes."

"Is there a problem?"

"No. No, I just- well, I guess I- oh, god. It's not like I'm not prepared, or committed, it's just the way,..."

"Just the way I said it.", Buckner's wife finished. My apologies, I forget myself. I'm used to dealing with other types of people and now I can see that Seth was right about you two. Now, Janet, you'll be serving drinks."

Fran paused here, looking her up and down appreciatively, ending with a close examination of her eyes.

"You're perfect. Be very friendly and polite as you normally are, take an interest in our guest's comfort and enjoyment, but don't be a bother. Always smile and act like they're better than you- No, not like they're better than you,... like you admire them, you understand?"

"Yes, I think I know what you want."

"I'm betting you do. Same goes for you too, by the way. If they want to talk, talk. If they want to take you to their room, you'll go and do whatever they please, even if they want you both. Neither of you worry, there'll be nothing crazy like ball gags and nipple clamps, you'll be fine." she said, smiling at her own joke.

"Well, that's a relief." Victoria said with her own smile as Janet grinned beside her.

"When you're not needed, I'll let you know." Fran went on with that smile still in place, now pointing to the pool deck. "When relaxing, your post is right over there, those two loungers near the bar and the door to the kitchen, should you need to bring a tray, or get a drink. When you're not needed for a time, I'll tell you to relax and enjoy yourselves, and I mean that you should. Get a drink, but don't get drunk. Act sexy, but don't be vulgar. You're here as our two positive, trustworthy little happy faces, understood?"

They both nodded and confirmed that they did.

"Excellent. Now, just have a good time with this, be polite and well mannered and enjoy your time and your jobs as much as you can. Oh, and do find time for a swim. Just like that." she said, looking down at their outfits.

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There were only six guests, two couples and two single men. They were all Italian and they sat around the large table with the Buckner's, eating and lightly drinking with them while they talked.

Victoria was relieved to find that most of the drinks she was called on to make were indeed within her personal experience and that she only needed help from Fran twice.

Janet had sashayed up to the table with a bright, warm smile for everyone there, introducing herself and asking if everyone was enjoying themselves, the guests if they were enjoying their stay in Las Vegas, before taking their orders. 

Both of them had fallen into their jobs easily and were enjoying their first break on the loungers at their assigned 'relaxation station', as they dubbed it, each sipping a drink after having spread sun block over one another.

"This is fun." Victoria said with a smile. "Isn't it?"

"Yes.", Janet admitted, also smiling as they were told to. "I,... Well, I like having to pull my skirt down all the time and the way my garter belt shows."

"I know. They've been looking at us, too. I think we're doing good. Wow, look at your nipples."

"Look at yours."

They both laughed a little, then Victoria surprised her by touching her thigh and caressing it softly.

"You know, in all this, we haven't had a chance to, umm,... be with one another."

"No.", Janet agreed, looking away from her eyes, her smile now a little bit hesitant.

"Well, I want to. Be with you, I mean."

Janet nodded and said, "I want to be with you again, too. Especially just the two of us, but I just wonder what we'll do,... I mean we'll be back home soon, won't we? Maybe tomorrow night."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, too." Victoria said, watching her hand stroke her neighbor's inner thigh. "You know, I like you a lot as a friend, right?"

Janet nodded.

"Well, it might surprise you, but I never really had a lot of female friends and maybe for some good reasons. But I really appreciate how you never judged me and,... you know. Right?"

"I think I do. I appreciate you, too. If you want to know a secret, I often envied you and the path you chose, or maybe just the way you chose your own path in life. I've sort of lived vicariously through you sometimes, I suppose, to offset my own dull personality. I've had friends, but never of my choosing, only what was presented me through PTA meetings, the church, you understand. But you're different. You don't have anything to do with those things and you're my friend. I don't know if you understand that,..."

"I do, Janet. Thank you."

"Thank you."

They leaned closer and kissed each other softly on the lips, then after a pause, during which time they looked deeply into one another's eyes, they kissed again, allowing this one to linger. As their eyes closed, Janet's hand found Victoria's shoulder and rubbed it affectionately. They smiled again, as told, but sincerely when they looked each other in the eyes again a moment later.

"I can't wait to get you home." Janet said.

"Mmmm.", Victoria approved, squeezing Janet's thigh just above her knee.

"Hello, ladies. I hope we're not intruding."

It was the two female guests. They had been so engrossed in one another that they both failed to notice them approach.

"Oh, hello." Janet said as though she was at a church luncheon, looking up at them. "No, you weren't interrupting anything at all, may we help you?"

One of them was petite, blonde and pretty, a sort of eternal cheerleader in her early thirties. She wore beige slacks with a white blouse, left open a little at the collar, as she smiled down at them, at Victoria's hand on Janet's thigh.

The one who spoke was maybe five years older, but more alluring in her maturity and garbed in a dark floral dress, somewhat similar to the ones they'd worn there, except more expensive and more flattering of the well proportioned brunette who wore it. She was also quite attractive and locked her eyes on Janet as the one who spoke right away, her deep brown eyes taking the soccer mom by surprise.

"I'm Winona, this is Madeline." she returned with a light accent. "We thought we'd come over and introduce ourselves. May we sit with you?

"Oh, please do.", Victoria said, making room as Janet did on their loungers.

"Business gets so boring." Madeline said with a very thick accent as she settled on Victoria's lounger, looking her up and down.

" ... I agree." Victoria said, somewhat blown away by the accent.

Janet was having her own moment with Winona, but managed, "Is there something we could do to help?"

"Well, you were quite entertaining a minute ago.

Madeline leaned forward and, while looking over at Janet, whispered in Victoria's ear, producing a giggle from the scantily clad bar tender.

" ... Oh, when we were kissing." Janet said, trying to snap out of it a little more.

"Yes.", Winona confirmed, slipping her long, red nailed fingers under Janet's garter belt. "When you were kissing. I think the four of us should go upstairs to my room where we can all kiss each other, what do you think Janet?"

Janet looked over at Victoria, already kissing with Madeline while the Italian woman pulled up the front of her skirt.

"I think that sounds like a lot of fun."

As they walked for the house, Janet remembered Fran and, quite naturally, looked directly across the length of the pool at her. Buckner's wife nodded approvingly with a cordial smile, as though she were saying hello.

Madeline had her hand up the back of Victoria's skirt as they walked in front of Janet and Winona, Victoria looking excited with her ready and willing smile as she listened to the woman's low, Italian accent, making Janet suddenly jealous. Neither the irony of her feelings, nor the seeming foolishness of them escaped her. Those feelings, however, were put to rest after Winona closed the door to her elegantly appointed, somewhat Victorianesque room behind them.

Madeline guided Victoria to the bed, taking Janet's hand and guiding her there afterward as Winona approached.

"If you would continue your fun for us?" Madeline encouraged.

Janet and Victoria smiled at one another, sitting on their thighs, knees together, skirts riding up in back. They kissed, then again more passionately until Victoria gently pushed her tongue in Janet's mouth.

"Oh, yesss." Madeline encouraged. Lick each other's tongues."

They complied, open mouths smiling and laughing a little.

"Why do I get the feeling you two ladies haven't really played together?" Winona asked.

"We have once, two nights ago." Janet told her as Victoria once again caressed her thigh. 

"Oh? What did you do?"

"We uhh, Mmmm." Janet began to elaborate, Victoria now kissing her face and neck, keeping a smile on her blonde friend's mouth. "We played with,... our pussies and I, uh, I licked Vicky's until she came."

"Ohhh, that sounds fun. Have you known each other long?" Winona inquired further.

"Three years. We're next door neighbors and,... best friends."

Madeline smiled even wider, breathing a quiet sigh as her own reply to this.

"How sweet." Winona enthused. "Maybe we should get you started on the right track, hmm? Why don't you both spread your legs and masturbate for one another? You'll learn a lot about how to please one another that way."

"Oh, Siiii." Madeline breathed, stroking one of the wooden posts at the foot of the bed as she watched. 

Victoria stopped kissing Janet's neck, glanced at the two guests, then spread her legs in front of Janet who slowly did the same, her face flushing slightly. Not wearing panties, they were both instantly exposed to one another as their skirts rolled up to their hips on their own while Winona moved to the nightstand.

Predictably, Victoria started first, softly touching herself with a sigh, rubbing circles around her pussy with the flats of her fingertips as she stared at Janet's wet mound.

"Oh. Mmmm." Janet exclaimed under her breath as she began stroking her full lips.

"(gasp)"

"Oooooh. Ooo-ooh,..."

Victoria's eyes lit up when she saw the double ended dildo land on the bedspread between she and Janet. She looked up at Winona with a clearly appreciative expression.

Janet's face flushed deeper, but her breathing became noticeably harder as she slowly fed her nine inch half to fifi, her mouth open and making small, pleasured sounds. Once they were both fully penetrated by the rubber phallus, they went back to playing with themselves, rolling their hips and bucking softly towards one another amidst their small cries.

Janet slipped a hand under her small, stretched out top, soon pulling it over her breasts so she could play with one of her nipples, this apparently encouraging Madeline to kneel on the bed behind Victoria and do the same with her top and nipples from behind.

"Oh! Oh!" Victoria exclaimed.

"Suck your nipple, Janet." Winona instructed, pinching her own through the front of her dress and moving closer.

Janet had never done this before, had never even thought to do this, and wondered if it was even physically possible. Her feelings must have shown on her face as, again, Winona expertly read them.

"You can do it."

It turned out she could. She licked her bud tentatively, looking at Winona who smiled her approval before closing her eyes to this new, dirty pleasure. She was soon avidly sucking on it.

"Mmm. Mmmm! Uhm."

The dildo made wet, sucking sounds as they both bucked against one another, playing with their clits as they pleasured themselves for the other's enjoyment. Madeline was whispering in Victoria's ear, probably in Italian, while she leaned back into her, allowing the blonde to pinch and pull at her nipples. Winona pulled Janet's shirt off and ran her hands over her shoulders and down her sides, producing a small, twitchy shiver.

"Mmm!? Ooooooooohhh!" Janet moaned as Winona's breath on the back of her neck caused goose bumps to pop out all over her body.

"Ohhh, Jan! Uhh- Ahhh!"

"Yes, watch each other." said Winona, tugging at Janet's garter straps and pulling her skirt up higher. "Learn how the other likes it and look each other in the eyes when you orgasm."

"Uhhhhhdd!" Victoria strained through her teeth, lifting her behind and pushing harder, watching Janet as she was told. "Mmm-mm!? Ohh, I- gonna cum! Ooooh! Ooooh, yeah! Yeaah!?"

Her orgasm was not so intense in ferocity as it was in duration and depth and seemed to put her in a whole other world where there was only she and Janet, sluttily sucking on her own tit while watching her, the dildo between them now manipulated by Winona's hand. It was so good and nice, so reassuring where their earlier conversation was concerned.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Maaaaaaa!!" Janet cried, her pelvis jerking wildly as she still held her breast in her hands. "Oh guh-! Oh guh-! Ohh-!,... Uuaaaaaawwwww!! 

Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed in the throes of her own orgasm.

Again, they looked one another in the eyes as Janet came like Victoria did, long and deep while her friend continued to moan and daintily rub her overexcited clitoris, her legs and hips jerking spasmodically at times.

They were carefully moved together afterward, the dildo still inside them while they put their arms around one another and shared more kisses, very passionate ones this time that left no doubt of their feelings.

"I love you, sweetie." Janet panted in her ear.

"I love you too, baby." Victoria replied with ragged breath.

"Mmmm."

"(sigh)"

"You are lovely together." Madeline almost drooled, watching Janet run her fingers through her new girlfriend's dark, silky hair.

"A nice couple." Winona agreed.

After a moment, the guests gently pulled them apart with apologetic, yet dirty smiles. Victoria ended up on her hands and knees, smiling almost dazedly as her skirt was pulled down to her knees where she cooperated with Madeline's touch, lifting them to allow the scrap of white cloth to pass. 

Janet saw this and knew that Madeline would have her way with Victoria, but she now felt no jealousy. Somehow, it seemed they deserved it, had earned it. She found herself kneeling on the bed, staring at Winona's chest as she stood on the floor in front of her.

"Would you like me to open the front of your dress?" Janet managed politely, yet eagerly as Winona put her soft hands on her hips. 

"I would like for you to do whatever you wish."

"Oh.", Janet smiled, beginning with the top button and working her way down, stopping to softly, seductively kiss behind every vanquished button along the way.

When she got deep into her cleavage, Janet kissed the inside of each breast, slowly uncovering the red bra that held them, as large as her own, she saw. The horny lesbian guest sighed, stroking the back of Janet's head, playing in her blonde hair as she enjoyed what Janet wished to do, her other hand rubbing up and down her back.




The Payment Plan Ch. 04



Victoria was also thus engaged, listening to her playmate speak softly, sexily in Italian, sometimes using English to instruct her in some way, such as removing her slacks, which was what Victoria found herself happily doing at the moment. She did think of Janet, but didn't have the feelings of jealousy her neighbor had. In her mind, this was just an enjoyable job, a strange necessity in a stranger reality known as 'Trouble', capital city of said reality: Las Vegas. She also knew that when they returned home, no matter how they decided to handle the situation with their husbands, the job would be done and there would be no other women. As far as Victoria saw it, she didn't need any women other than Janet, her good and dear, now loved friend.

Once Madeline stepped out of her pants, she joined the two of them on the bed, brazenly putting her hand between Victoria's legs and telling her to remove her blouse next. Victoria spread her knees and did as she was told, dropping the shirt on the bed and fixing the Italian with a willing and horny smile as her hand sneaked down the blonde's bright yellow, lace bikini panties, pulling them down in front so she could see the blonde bush, watching her fingers playing in it and wondering if Janet would grow hers if she asked.

The woman in question, meanwhile, was helping Winona out of her dress and staring at her breasts in that fabulous red bra. Once the dress was pooled around her shoes, Janet reached around Winona's back and unclasped the red strap, watching her breasts slowly relax within the lingerie and hang almost exactly like hers. Lowering the shoulder straps, she slowly pulled it right off, noticing the matching red panties again, but still fixated on Winona's northern regions for the time being.

The standing woman, her hand still at the back of Janet's head, pulled her face in, pressing it between her breasts to feel the sensations of the blonde's mouth, watching as she took them both in her hands, kneading softly, running her thumb over her erected nipples and making her shiver. Janet hummed contentedly, soon kissing her orbs and sucking her nipples as she palmed the breasts that were so much like her own.

Victoria and Madeline were now licking each other's tongues, holding their breasts and rubbing their nipples against one another's as Janet spoke softly.

"Come up on the bed, Winona. Let's take the rest of our clothes off."

She did so and, when they were finished undressing, they pressed close, their knees digging into the soft mattress while they French kissed. Janet thrilled to the mass of tit flesh between them and they were soon both breathing short, gasping breaths as their hands found their way between each other's legs.

"We look the same below the neck." Winona said, obviously excited by this.

"Even your fifi's like mine." Janet added before they went back to kissing deeply.

Madeline laid down on the bed, raising her legs in the air so Victoria could finish undressing her and, as soon as she could get the accented woman's legs spread, she went immediately down on her, covering her snatch with her mouth, sucking and teasing with her tongue.

"Ohh, baby, si!"

Victoria went at the small, but aggressively sexy guest as if her genetalia were a meal and she hadn't eaten in days. She moaned into it, holding her mouth open and pressing her tongue everywhere and sucking.

"Oohhh, si! Succhaire la mia puss-puss!"

Victoria actually cried out, looking as though she were trying to burrow inside the opening she dined from so greedily, reaching up and grabbing Madeline's large A-cup breasts with the hard little nipples.

"That's what I'm going to do to you." Janet breathed. "I'm going to suck your nice,... wet,... puss-puss until you cum for me."

"Mmmmm. Oh, Janet, I was hoping you would."

Janet moved away and lay on her back next to Madeline, who immediately took her hand as she watched Victoria doing a very good job between her legs. The blonde soccer mom wagged her tongue at Winona with a dirty giggle while taking one of her thighs and pulling her closer. Winona eagerly moved up and straddled her face with her thighs, Janet's hand moving to her hips and pulling her down closer as Winona stroked Janet's belly in front of her.

"Ummm. Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Winona moaned as Janet's tongue touched just beneath her clitoris, playing around there a moment before slowly tracing all the way to her anus.

She loved the feel of the pouty lips, so much like her own under her tongue. She prodded curiously at them, explored the very bottom of the woman's opening, leaving saliva everywhere to make sure the mature beauty was dripping wet.

"Oooooh, Janet!"

"Oooh! Oh, dio, e animale!" Madeline yelped, squeezing Janet's hand.

Victoria was now fingering her, touching and teasing her G-spot while sucking first one, then the other lip inside of her mouth. 

Victoria couldn't help but finger herself while she performed for Madeline, the sexy little blonde who turned her on more and more with her Italian. She spread her own knees, her fingers working furiously at herself, hips even bucking against them lewdly as she groaned and sucked all the harder, attacking Madeline's clit as though it were hers.

"N-non fermateviiiiiii! Si prega di non smettere maiiii!? Ohh!"

Winona rocked back and forth on Janet's mouth, her hands covering Janet's on her breasts as she groaned long and loud, over and over.

Janet delighted in running her probing tongue over her pussy, flicking her clitoris with its tip each time it came in range, driving it inside the now sopping Winona to lick all the way back up to her clit again. Her chin, cheeks and nose were just as wet now and she found she enjoyed that little detail.

They both came with gusto, especially the spare blonde, who screamed unintelligible phrases peppered here and there with Victoria's name. Winona yelled in a hoarse tone at the ceiling, her hands on her arse cheeks, spreading them wide for Janet's continued work throughout her climax. In the end, they all ended up in a tangle of writhing, female body parts, Janet and Victoria kissing anything that wasn't their own.

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

They were back in full uniform, as full as they were, at any rate, and having put in some time happily (very happily) serving the guests, were given another break. This time, they took the swim in the pool that Fran had earlier suggested, their skin, nipples and the dark hair between Victoria's legs clearly visible under the thin, white cotton. Victoria sat at the edge of the pool, her legs parted while Janet held on to the edge, looking up while they conversed.

"You know," Victoria said with a low voice and a smile, "we're basically being pimped out. It just doesn't seem that way."

"I know, I thought of that and I know just what you mean. I do sort of wonder,... well, there's nothing we can do about it. But, we still have to deal with 'us'."

Victoria nodded, watching Janet glance once again between her legs before answering.

"I love Reggie. I do. But Reggie's not you. It's,... Look, neither one of us asked for this, but now we have it and, as much as I love Reggie and would never dream of leaving him, like I said, he's not you. And I want you too, both of you."

"That's how I feel, too. And now that we've been together, I know we can't put things back the way they were. Speaking for myself, I couldn't and don't even want to. I'd carry on with you behind Tom's back if I thought I had to, ashamed of that as I am. I hope you know how I mean that."

"Yeah, of course I do.", Victoria replied, finger combing her friend's wet hair back away from her face. "If anyone does, I do. It should be obvious that I've enjoyed every one of our little situations so far and, believe me, that doesn't come without shame. I'll even say that there were times that I wished I wasn't married so that I could abandon myself entirely with none of the nagging guilt."

"Me too. Well, as much as I hate lying, especially to Tom, I think it goes without saying that they can never find out about our little jobs here, no matter what we tell them about us."

"Abso-fuckin-lutely not." Victoria agreed, still stroking Janet's hair, watching her close her eyes, enjoying the attention. "But,... I think I can get Reggie to understand about us."

After a moment, Janet opened her eyes and looked up, her chin resting in her hands. "I'm not sure I can say the same about Tom. He's like I am. Was." she corrected.

"You're still that way, this is just business that we're allowing ourselves to enjoy in order to get through it, remember? You'll be the same person when you get back, just like I'll be the same person I always was. Neither one of us are going to go whoring around at home because of this weekend, the only thing that changes is that now we have each other."

"Yes. But I don't think that would convince Tom."

"You can never tell. It's been my experience that the most conservative attitudes are the most horny. He might like the idea, even if he won't admit to it. At first."

"Maybe.", Janet agreed doubtfully.

She felt her smile fading, being replaced with a worried frown and forced the topic out of her mind. She placed her hands on the outsides of Victoria's knees and, with an upward lunge, suddenly rose from the water, supporting herself on the flats of her hands, arms straight and leaning closer between Victoria's legs with a warm smile.

"I meant what I said up there, sweetie."

"I, I wondered, but I kind of knew you did. I meant it too. Let's have a kiss."

"With pleasure."

"Mmm. (smerp) hmmmmmm. I love your tits, you know." Victoria said, looking at them hanging in front of her. "I was always jealous."

"Really? I was always jealous of your body. So nice and fit. I bet you look really sexy when you work out."

"Maybe you should come over and see next time. We could work out together."

"I'd love that."

(smooch)

"And we have to get a double dildo." Victoria added.

(giggle)

(smerp)

They stopped kissing after some moments and turned to watch Winona and Madeline approaching. They'd gone up to their rooms fifteen minutes before and had just exited the door of the house wearing skimpy Bikinis, Winona's black and Madeline's a bright orange micro. They were stunning.

"Ladies.", Winona greeted, sitting down beside Victoria, Madeline sitting on her other side.

"Hello.", Janet returned with a sexy expression while Victoria kissed one, then the other as her greeting.

"We've told our husbands and the others that you two are ours and 'hands off' for them." Winona informed them, her dark eyes shining with restrained excitement and liqueur. "Our little treat for having to listen to all their business talk."

"Oh.", Victoria said, smiling agreeably. "In that case, we'll have to make sure your little treat is as enjoyable as possible."

"It's been quite enjoyable so far.", she replied, looking Victoria's body over.

Victoria giggled a little and asked Janet, "Aren't Madeline and Winona pretty?"

"Mmm hmm." she agreed, looking at Madeline. "I just love your suit and you look great in it. The colour's perfect for you."

"Grazie, Janet. But, do you know what I love?" she teased.

"What do you love?" Janet asked, letting herself drop back into the water to move over between Madeline's legs.

"Nice, blonde American mommies with big tits."

Janet lunged out of the water again, leaning in and kissing the younger blonde.

"Well, y'all are in luck, ain't ya, sugar-pie?" Janet said in a startlingly good southern accent, much to the amusement and whistles of the other three women. "Come on in, the water's niiiiice and refreshin' like."

Madeline was more than willing, dropping into the water in front of Janet, pushing out and swimming for the center of the pool with her. Winona and Victoria followed them to a floating lounger that Winona ended up sitting in, Victoria hanging on to her right, Janet and Madeline on her left.

"We find you two very interesting.", Winona said, looking at both of them, though setting her eyes on Janet as if to say, 'especially you'."

"Really?" Victoria asked. "How so?"

"Madeline and I would not normally fraternize with others like this. You see, we have our relationship apart from our husbands and we don't include other women, any more than we do within our marriage. Not until now."

"Oh.", Janet said, surprised by this revelation. "Well, thank you. I'm not sure what you mean, but I take that as a compliment."

"Me too." Victoria threw in.

Madeline and Winona beheld them, waiting it seemed, with friendly, well meaning expressions. They were curious, Victoria saw.

"Well, you know." she explained dismissively with what Janet called her 'party girl' demeanor, "Life takes you on some interesting rides, sometimes. You buy the ticket, you ride the coaster and you get off when it stops and say, 'WOW!'"

She ended this with a care-free laugh and splashed Janet.

This, Janet realized, was one reason why she loved Victoria. Winona and Madeline, after a brief moment of apparent indecision, began laughing with her. It was a nice little analogy and she could do these things, be the person behind the wheel in those uncomfortable situations and use her charm and wit to zigzag through a situation. She was spectacular, fun and,... she was her girl.

The four of them spent some time talking about the places they'd been, Madeline quite curious to hear 'first hand accounts' of what other states looked like. At no time did the conversation again turn towards Victoria and Janet's story, or any other personal business, and the rapport the four women had created wasn't spoiled.

Finally, Madeline suggested, "Should we show them my room this time, Winona?"

Madeline's room was quite different. Where Winona's had been dark with rich colours and fabrics, giving the impression of pre-modern elegance, the smaller woman's accommodations were definitely modern. The walls were white with a few pieces of framed modern art here and there, the large bed was without a bed head and a sliding glass door led to a wide balcony that overlooked the pool area.

Madeline was showing them some of the clothes she'd recently bought online for the trip to America from Italy as Winona watched from between Janet and Victoria, the three of them half laying, half sitting on the bed. The two neighbors were also enjoying the presentation and lazily playing their fingers over Winona's curves when there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, I have been waiting for this." Madeline said with a coy smile and tone. "Entrare!"

The Cook entrared. As Janet and Victoria had learned earlier, her name was Patricia. She was in her mid forties, had black hair, brown eyes and was what one might call a 'big girl', although not overly big, carrying it well and obviously knowing how to dress herself in order to make the most of her curves and generous cleavage. Her face was that of a woman who did a job and went home, bearing an expression of inner fortitude, yet also a glimmer of something that spoke of a sort of cute warmth below the surface.

Her uniform consisted of a black, semi-snug, knee length dress with a flowing, black button-up shirt that featured a lowered and widely squared neckline, visible now without the white apron she'd been wearing. 

She held a medium sized plastic bag with what looked like boxes inside, her eyes darting around a little uncertainly until she found Madeline. Holding the bag out slightly, she spoke with an almost bored confident, yet respectful tone.

"Your delivery, Ma'am."

"Eccellente, please take it to the bed and unpack the items for us, Patricia. Bring the CDs here."

Madeline walked to the small desk with an open laptop as Janet and Victoria looked curiously at the bag the approaching Cook was holding. Winona seemed to be in the know here, but only smiled and shook her head when they looked to her for explanation.

Sitting in the chair at the desk, Madeline said, "You must excuse me and my small,... ricercati,...?", she trailed off, smiling apologetically and then looking at Winona for help.

"She means her little eccentricities."

"Si! this is it. I have sent out for these two things as a gift for each of you."

"Oh, Madeline, you shouldn't have done that." Janet said, ever polite and proper, even while tracing Winona's bikini line with her finger.

"Omigod, they're-!" Victoria piped, then, "Woohoo, Madeline! You definitely should have!"

They were large, rubbery dildos, each one covered in lumps, each with a CD, which Patricia brought to Madeline. Janet was now laughing hysterically, her hand over her mouth while Victoria giggled, carefully picking one up and pressing on the sharply protruding lumps.

"Notice the button on the base, Victoria." Madeline said, taking the CDs from Patricia's hand and turning to her laptop with them, speaking over her shoulder. "These are remotely controlled by computer, or cell phone. Each of you, of course, will take the programs for your own computers, however, for the purpose of demonstration, we will load mine. This does not take long."

"Oh, wow!" Victoria said, looking at Janet. "We'll trade programming and run each other's while,... Oh, yes!"

"You're bad." Janet managed, shaking her head, face a little pink as she took another look at the phallus on the bed.

"Will that be all, Ma'am?"

"No, Patricia, not yet." Madeline politely replied, clitter-clattering away at the keys in front of her. "Please put them inside Janet and Victoria."

" ... Ma'am? I-"

"Just throw that packaging aside for now, I will pick it up later, darling."

" ... But,... I'm the Cook."

"Yes, I know. You can wash your hands after, but please get started. As I say, this does not take very long."

Patricia's jaw opened to say something, but her voice box couldn't seem to co-operate, so it snapped shut again. She looked at the bed and at Janet, then Victoria, both of them almost as stunned by this as she was.

"It's nothing, Patricia." Winona sleazed reassuringly. "Just spread their legs and put them in, it'll be fun. You know, you've more than earned a substantial gratuity so far,..."

After another moment's hesitation, the black garbed Cook moved closer and sank to her knees at the edge of the bed. She shook her head slightly, telling herself that she had to be crazy, but unable to ignore the hint of reward. The money was certainly needed and could even be enough to get rid at least some of the crushing debt to her credit cards. How she'd explain this 'gratuity' to her husband was a matter for later thought.

Madeline absently hummed some happy little tune as Patricia's trembling hands loaded the batteries, avoiding the faces of the two women and only glancing quickly at both when it was necessary to address them.

"Ple- (ahem) -Please come closer to the, um, the edge of the bed, ladies."

They did, scooting ahead with Winona's hands at the small of their backs, their skirts already hiked halfway up their hips. Victoria looked curiously at Patricia, somewhat excited at this now, even with the beginnings of a grin while Janet couldn't help but compare herself to the Cook. Was she also indebted to Mr. Buckner? 

Still trembling, Patricia's hands went to Victoria's knees, slowly moving them apart as Winona pulled her upper body to a reclining position against her chest. When they were spread wide, the uniformed woman, who liked to describe her body as 'fluffy', began nervously working the tip into Victoria's bare snatch.

"Ooooh. It feels good already."

"It is much better when turned on." Madeline stated.

"Like Janet." Victoria joked, getting low, horny laughter for the comment while Janet only smiled and rolled her eyes, watching Patricia. 




The Payment Plan Ch. 04



After some moments of gently working the large vibrator almost half way into Victoria as she squirmed and gasped, Winona instructed, "Take it out and put it in your mouth, Patricia."

The Cook froze, her surprised face going right to Winona.

"Get a lot of saliva on it so it goes better."

She withdrew it and beheld the thing, already wet with the brunette's juices. Her eyes blinked a few times in indecision before she slowly put it to her mouth, first putting just the tip in, as if taste-testing some dish she'd prepared before closing her eyes and shoving it in further.

"That's it. Make it nice and runny wet." Winona encouraged while the three women observed, almost entranced by this. "Alright, now try it."

There was no doubt that it worked a lot better that way. Victoria moaned quietly as Patricia slid it all the way in, careful not to touch Victoria's pussy, even though she had its taste in her mouth. 

After this was done, it was Janet's turn. As she had with Victoria, Winona pulled the soccer mom to a reclining position against her as Patricia spread her legs, hands not trembling so much now. 

"This time," Winona said, "wet the dildo first, and make her wet too. Play with her pussy while you wet the dildo."

Finally, Patricia felt the flush. This was getting heavy and she wondered if it wouldn't be a good idea to set some limits as she put the fresh dildo into her mouth. She moved it in and out, allowing her saliva to work up around it as she hesitantly stroked Janet's hot, moist lips with a finger, then two.

"Ummm.", Janet sighed in Winona's arms, her thighs trembling for a second.

"Put your fingers right inside her, honeybunch. ..... Yes."

"Ohh!" 

"Yessss."

Patricia, experienced Cook, wife and mother of three was suddenly surprised to find that she was becoming turned on by this.

"That should do it, I think." Winona decided a moment later. "Let's put that inside of her now, hmm?"

She took it out of her mouth and worked it into the gasping woman faster than she had Victoria.

"Fuck her with it a little."

She did, slowly pulling it out, then pushing it in, working up a slow rhythm, hearing the wet, squishy sounds of its repeated passage as Janet softly moaned.

"Now put it in your mouth."

She pulled it out, her hands trembling again, face still flushed, and put it inside her mouth, looking at Janet as she stared back, breathing heavily and playing with one of her nipples.

"Keep doing that, suck it all off and wet it again." Winona told her in a gentle voice. "Doesn't it taste good?"

Patricia's wide, brown eyes flashed to Winona before the 'big girl' shrugged and nodded a little. She finished cleaning and rewetting it, then put it back inside Janet.

"Darling, tell me,... have you ever sucked a clitoris before?", Madeline innocently asked.

Patricia shook her head.

"Oh. Well, I should think that this is your opportunity to do that, no?"

Unaware of the string of saliva on her chin, she looked at Madeline, then Janet, then the expectant blonde's swollen clit.

Go ahead, Patricia." Winona encouraged further. "It's just a clit and nobody will find out. Lick it and see how it tastes. I bet you'll like it."

For an instant, Victoria was sure the pretty Cook would refuse, surprised and relieved when she began slowly leaning forward, bringing her mouth to Janet's nub. Her tongue appeared and hesitantly poked around, soon licking the intended target of its attentions. Janet jumped against Winona, quite turned on and gasping out loud again.

Patricia closed her eyes and licked again, moving her tongue around the organ as she figured she was supposed to, letting her saliva wet Janet there as well.

"Ohhh, yes." Winona enthused. Now suck on it, honeybunch."

"Ohh! Ohh!" Janet yelped urgently as Patricia sucked her clit past her lips. 

After a few minutes of this, Patricia adjusted to what she was doing, in a sense, not even minding it overly much. Winona was right, it was just a clit and, truth be told, she doubted she'd want to stop any of these women if they wanted to suck hers just then. She'd never had the slightest leanings toward women and was quite surprised at how turned on this was making her as she felt her nipples erecting and the old familiar feeling that her ass was full of lead bricks beginning to creep up on her.

"Now suck Victoria's clit." Winona told her.

She moved back to Victoria, looked at her with an uncertain, confused smile and began slowly licking her clit as she had Janet's.

"You are distracting me.", Madeline laughed, trying to keep her eyes on her laptop and the dildo programs as Victoria yelped like Janet did to the Cook's tongue.

Patricia gently, almost absent mindedly held Victoria's thighs open with her palms, fingers curled in loose fists above them as she sucked, massaging her clit with her tongue in the process and breathing in the heady aroma of the athletic and attractive brunette.

"(slurp) Mmm.", Patricia absently expressed, pushing Victoria's legs further apart.

Both the vibrators came on, startling all four women. After the initial screams, Winona laughed, Patricia almost grudgingly joining her while Janet and Victoria tensed all over, pushing their pelvises out and groaning their very surprised, halting laughter.

Madeline was also giggling as she turned the speed down, watching the two women relax a little, rolling their hips.

"Patricia, darling, unbutton your shirt." she advised, still smiling, but with a tone that suggested she should have done that a long time ago. "Show us these big tits."

"Uhh,... Oh,...", Patricia said, looking around at them with an outright smile now, but still nervous.

She began unbuttoning, though, slowly opening the shirt and showing off her chest behind a white bra."

"Get them out, Patricia." Winona seconded.

"I will suck your puss-puss so nice." the sexy little blonde teasingly promised.

The offer hit Patricia's senses like a bus. To have this young, attractive little thing do that for her,... She reached into one of the cups, pulling it down at the same time to let it slowly spill out before going on to the next.

"Get up on the bed and let Janet and Victoria suck on them." Winona said.

She mounted the bed between them, the two neighbors getting closer together as the vibrators hummed almost unheard inside them. Madeline also came closer so she could see better as Winona grabbed Patricia's left nipple and pinched it. It squirted small streams of milk on Victoria's thigh as Patricia shuddered to the sudden tweak, her nipples always having been sensitive. At the same time, she realized that, in the excitement of the moment, she'd forgotten about her current condition until this surprising display.

"Uhh,... Yeah, I- I forgot, I just,... my third, um, child. I'm still,... Sorry. (ahem)"

"Oh, Siii." Madeline sighed, also on the bed now and on her knees.

The blonde Italian grabbed the nipple and tweaked it a few times, flinching in pleasured surprise as each stream hit her chest and dribbled down to the gold micro thong.

"Oh-h,...!" Madeline smiled as Victoria clamped her lips on Patricia's other nipple, grabbing the boob and holding it in her gently squeezing grip. 

Trickles of milk soon leaked from around her lips and down Patricia's cleavage and the outside of her voluminous tit. She looked to see Madeline copying Victoria, spraying her face first in doing so as Winona reached around and began unbuttoning her long, black skirt at the back. Her skin broke out in goose bumps, her flush renewed while the sensations racing from her nipples to her muff were cranking her up nicely, her ass feeling heavier than ever. Janet started nibbling on her ears and, as the four women fell on her, she felt her skirt falling over her hips, panties following.

Madeline helped these articles of clothing right off her, then her shirt before she got on her back to make good on her promise with gusto. Patricia spread her legs and looked down to see this, but couldn't see past the suckling Victoria and now Winona at her other breast. Victoria held the breast up to Patricia, gently guiding her startled mouth to her own nipple by the back of her head. 

The Cook was crooning in a high tone now as Madeline expertly cleaned her lips and clit with her tongue, smooching, sucking and finally fingering her to short, halting cries. She put her nipple in her mouth and nibbled on it, tweaking with her fingers and feeling the milk spray into her mouth, but she soon found Janet there at the same nipple. 

Sharing it with her, both of them spilling it down Patricia's chest and belly, she felt an orgasm building as Madeline's pinky finger pressed at her anus. She suddenly realized that she was losing herself in these moments, also realizing that she would be earning every cent of that gratuity, the hard way, she hoped.



The Payment Plan Ch. 05



Buckner regarded Janet and Victoria with an odd, almost careful expression in his office, the first time they'd been there. He sat behind his desk, they in chairs on the other side while Vernon and Bull conversed in low tones at the back of the room.

"Final job, ladies." he eventually said. "I saved this one for last, and for good reason. Now, as before, don't worry because it's not dangerous at all, in fact, you'll have support on this one. However, this one might be a little difficult for you two just the same, only for different reasons. But, judging by your performance so far, I have to believe you can get this done for me, regardless."

"We'll do our best, Mr. Buckner.", Janet said, a little concerned at his apparent concern.

"No.", Victoria politely corrected her. "Not our best, we'll do it. Last job, baby, then we go home, right?"

"Yes.", Janet had to agree, Victoria's attitude in the matter having gotten them this far. "Right."

"Now I've gone and spooked you." Buckner said, smiling at Janet.

She shrugged with her own smile, a little more relaxed at seeing his and admitted that maybe he did.

"Okay, look." he said, pausing as if to put his thoughts together before continuing. "It's like this: You ladies, being the class acts that you are, never ask me for any details I don't provide, which means you're trustworthy and that you trust me. That's great and it's a big thing here, because I'll tell you,... Have you ever done a wrong thing for the right reason?"

Victoria nodded, unsurprised when Janet didn't.

"Well, that's kind of what this is. On this job, when the going gets tough and you start to think what you're bound to think, just remember it's a wrong for a right and that even I had second thoughts about this, but,... it wasn't completely under my control and it's not as if any of them deserve any sympathies. Stupid, arrogant bastard, he's just lucky he gets to li- Yeah, sooo,... Well, like I say, nobody is going to be hurt at all and you two are a big asset of mine to make sure I can put this behind me. You understand?"

Both women nodded, quite serious now.

"You'll be taking what you call 'the potion' along on this one. I suggest you each have a little, yourselves. Vernon and Bull will run security while you two run the show, but overall, Victoria, I think this one is yours."

"Yes, Mr. Buckner."

He called the two afore mentioned, well dressed thugs to the front of the room, then smiled re-assuringly at the two women and asked, "Remember Dr. McNeer? Well, this time it's actually warranted, no matter how distasteful."

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

Eighteen year old Skyler Keeping opened the front door at almost a quarter to nine that evening to a quite unexpected and delightful surprise. Two women stood on the doorstep of his parent's upscale home, a blonde and a brunette. Both of them were very pretty, the blonde with glasses, the brunette with her hair done up and smiling confidently, like her friend. 

They appeared to be business women of some sort, judging by the black business suits they wore that accentuated their curves, especially the blonde's chest, and featured short, tight skirts, stockings and a lot of cleavage.

"Hello, Sir", the brunette said warmly, almost excitedly, quickly glancing him over. "My name is Vivian and this is my friend, Jenna. We've been showing people in your neighborhood the latest in household dust elimination systems, the Accuparticle, with its revolutionary new vortex sucking action that literally traps ninety-nine point nine percent of all those nasty dust and pollen particles from your god given air. Did you know that every American has a right to breathe good, clean air in his or her home, Sir? Would now be a good time for us to demonstrate our product?"

Of course it would be. He nodded, backing up and opening the door further for them. 'Vivian' instructed 'Jenna' to go get the 'unit' before stepping inside. After a quick glance around, she unbuttoned the front of her blazer and fanned herself. Skyler's eyes were riveted to the little she allowed him to see of the black, see through bra she wore underneath as she looked towards the ceiling, fanning her neck and the top of her chest.

"Whew! Sir, I do hate to trouble you, but I wonder if I could have a drink of water?"

" ... D-uh, yeah. Yeah! I'll be right back!" he said as she looked at the growing situation in his pants and smiled warmly again.

He turned, embarrassed by this despite daring to hope at what that look may have meant, and walked quickly to the back of the house, leaving his guest to step back to the door and wave her hand. Moments later, 'Jenna' returned, followed in by a group of eight men dressed like they were planning a golf outing, even equipped with golf bags and clubs. Four of them moved quickly and quietly up the nearby staircase to the second level while the other four fanned out over the ground level, 'Jenna' closing the door behind them and locking it.

Skyler was quite surprised, for the second time that day and not so delightfully this time, to be escorted back to his own front room by a man who looked faintly like Mike Weir. Especially since Weir carried a golf club, rather than a pistol.

He had actually gotten two glasses of water before being intercepted by the golfer and came to a stop, wide eyed and frozen in front of Vivian, aka Victoria Sharpe, and Jenna, aka Janet Fulton with the cold glasses in his hands. Victoria leaned forward and took them from him, passing one to Janet.

"Thank you, Sir. And how kind of you to think of Jenna, too."

He had nothing to say to this, but the sight of his parents and two older sisters being hustled down the stairs would have silenced him anyway. With their hands cuffed in front of them, they were being herded by three more golfers to the lower level where he, now that his hands were free of the glasses, was also being cuffed. 

Victoria drank half her glass down, actually quite thankful in the heat, plus the flush of her nerves. She wished Janet would drink hers and stop looking at her like she shouldn't be.

"Baby, your manners."

Janet silently cursed herself, recovering her composure quickly and not stammering, "Pardon me, Sir. Of course, thank you for the nice, refreshing glass of water."

It was well that Victoria had done that, Janet knew, as William Keeping joined their group along with the others. He was looking wildly around, red faced and outraged, but obviously afraid as sweat ran from his short, graying hair into his sun tanned face. He looked in shape for his age, late forties, Janet guessed, and wore white casual slacks with a sky blue, button up shirt, yellow sweater on his shoulders and tied by the sleeves over his chest, looking somewhat like his captors.

"What in god damned hell is going on!?" he demanded, charging his eyes around and about the group, pausing at the two strange, sexy women, then moving on to the men again. 

His wife, Ellen Keeping, stood stock still, wide eyed and obviously scared stiff. She looked somewhere around five years younger than her husband with natural good looks, giving the overall impression of a woman from Janet's set. She even wore the predictable, long, navy blue shorts with the smart white blouse. Her golden brown hair and green eyes were surely the envy of all the women in the PTA and Janet herself was quite certain that Martha Stewart and Oprah reigned in her life and home. 

To Janet, it all suddenly seemed so 'supermarket'. Maybe things wouldn't be quite the same when they got back home.

Ellen's oldest daughter, Star, was twenty two and, taking after her father's side, was softer of curves than her thinner, younger sister. Her hair was longer and noticeably darker than her mother's, but with the same green eyes.

Tamara was twenty and blonde. Her build spoke of athletics and nobody on her girl's baseball team would dare say she was anything but.

Just then, both young women and their brother were saying nothing, quite naturally following their mother's example while Mr. Keeping harshly demanded answers.

"If it's our belongings you're after, than take them and go, but you'll never get away with it! Who's in charge here?!"

Victoria looked into her glass, trying to gather the nerve for what came next. She vaguely considered Keepings' own nerve, demanding like he was in this situation, looking around to all the men with guns while they, unarmed women, drank cold water from glasses. The annoyingly loud jackass couldn't even imagine that she and Janet could be in charge, rather than one of their men.

"I said, who-!"

"(ahem!)" 

Victoria was still looking into her drink when Keeping's eyes snapped to her. She finished her water and set the empty glass on a nearby hutch, beheld him thoughtfully, then answered.

"That would be me. My name is Vivian and this is my good friend, Jenna. And before you start yelling at me, I want to make it clear that I'm not in the mood to put up with that. In fact, I'm in no mood to put up with much of anything from any of you, so know right now that if I get any flack, Willy gets hurt a little. More flack, Willy gets hurt a little more. You see where that goes."

She paused, taking a deep breath, then letting it out in a rush, the action seeming to purge some animosity.

"But there's absolutely no need for any foolishness, because we're not planning on hurting you. You see?" she asked, slowly adopting her 'party girl' attitude. So! Let's all just relax a little, take a deeeeep breath and-"

"Just tell me what you want!" Keeping snapped harshly. "And then go away!"

Victoria looked at him, still smiling for the party, and replied, "I already told you what I want. Your cooperation. Please try to pay attention, Willy, and I wouldn't keep on interrupting me if I were you, because that could get you hurt, too." 

Keeping bristled visibly at her reference to him, rather than using his proper name.

"But you must want something!"

"Right now, I want you to be quiet." Victoria said, her 'party girl' slipping ever so slightly. 

Victoria then nodded to Bull, the man holding Willy, who then ushered him to his living room set, his family being herded behind in the same manner.

At the same time, one man went to guard the front door, another to the kitchen to cover the back door and garage entrance. Yet another sat at the top of the stairs, while each floor was routinely guarded and patrolled by two more men who went around disabling any forms of communication from the house. Three men remained, along with Victoria and Janet, to ensure the family's desired co-operation.

"Jenna, why don't you get us all a round?" Victoria suggested. "Ladies, try to calm down, alright? It won't help to blow your own neurons while you just sit there. ... Would it help if I promised you that we're all going to get along just fine? ... No? Well, I suppose I can't blame you, but we will. Have a stiff drink and calm down a little until then, though."

Janet was trying to calm herself as she measured out the potion differently for each of them and for she and Victoria as well. Victoria had very much moved into this, alright and, in Janet's mind, it went to prove the long term effects of the potion along with how she felt her own excitement daring to burst free in her chest as she mixed the drinks.

"I get it! Milton sent you, didn't he!?" Keeping assumed, suddenly angrier than before. "Well, you can go back right now and tell that small-time, plodding jackass, cocksucker that I don't scare that easy! I know he doesn't have what it takes, cause he has no guts and his portfolio shows it! You tell him-"

"Willy!" Victoria called out, shaking her head with a huge, tolerant smile. "No more shouting, okay? Really, you shouldn't even concern yourself with those things anyway, because I have no more idea why I'm here than you do, so it doesn't even matter, does it? Now, just sit tight and don't be a pain in my ass, okay?"

The drinks came around two at a time, Janet serving them up underneath her practiced, polite smile. She even looked apologetically at them all and managed to express reassurance to each one as she handed them their specifically mixed drinks.

They all took a sip of their rum-and-cokes with ice, actually grateful to have them, it seemed, with the sole exception of Willy. He tossed the contents of his drink into Janet's face instead, then spat in her surprised features. She jerked upright, backing up a few steps in total shock and humiliation. Nobody had ever done anything like that to her in her life and she was completely unprepared and unable to come up with any way to deal with it. 

It turned out, however, that Victoria had some ideas of her own about that. Before Janet knew it, her business suited neighbor stepped around her and back handed Keeping across the face, her fist actually cutting wind with a slight 'whoosh' on its downward arc.

"Arrrghhh!" he replied with a pained scream.

A second later, Bull was hauling him straight up and out of the couch from behind. He held him by his collar and the seat of the pants as Victoria came around the couch.

"How fuckin dare you! You,... filthy,... fuck! Let's take him to the kitchen!" she said to Bull before glaring at a much more frightened William Keeping. "Willy's gonna get hurt a little!"

He struggled the whole way, cursing and fighting them until Victoria grabbed him between his legs and squeezed a little more than what was needed to make him stop. He issued a high pitch scream as they hustled him around the corner, leaving Janet and two gun toting golfers in charge.

One of them angrily grabbed a towel from the bar and hurried over with it, wiping Janet's face and softly cursing as she regained the composure she was earlier struggling to maintain, the sound of Willy's screams from the kitchen clear in the expensively done front room.

"Thank you." she said sincerely, taking the towel to finish up and politely dismissing him before glancing at the remaining family members.

If anything, understandably, they were even more upset, the females crying and Skyler somewhere between frustrated anger and abject fear.

"Don't worry." she said, smiling reassuringly as she finally felt some anger over what Keeping did skiff across the top of her emotions. "She won't hurt him that much. Nothing that will leave a mark."

"AGGGGGGHHHH!!" 

"That's a little something my big brother taught me when we were teenagers!" 

"AHHHRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!"

"Hurts, doesn't it!?"

"YAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGLLE!!"

"Fuckin right it does, turdball!"

"NNYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!"

"Perhaps you should drink up.", Janet encouraged, walking to the bar for her own mixed glass. "They'll be finished in a few moments and the sooner we're all relaxed and able to converse with some civility, the sooner we'll be gone, hmm?"

She downed her drink, welcoming, even running to the shelter it and its special ingredient would provide the jangled nerves underneath her practiced, polite smile. She turned, seeing the four hadn't moved.

"Come on,... drink."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH, STOOOOOOOOOPPPP!!"

They drank.

Presently, the screaming did stop and then Bull and Victoria were hustling a heavily breathing, panicked looking Willy from the kitchen, Victoria pointing out to Bull a chair that would set him slightly apart from the others.

"You just sit there and shut up.", Victoria threatened, still angry, but gratefully accepting her drink from Janet.

She drank it down like Janet did, kissed the blonde on the lips and whispered a quick "Sorry, babes" for what had happened. Sitting once again, she cleared her throat, smoothed her skirt and looked at them all frankly, the only sounds in the room being the grandfather clock and Willy's hoarse breathing.

"I suppose you should get started." she finally told Pete, Buckner's 'in house' camera man.

"Right.", he said, getting up and shoving his pistol into the waistband of his black and white checked golf pants and going for the golf bags that held the cameras and tripods.

"First, let me apologize for what Willy just forced me to do and assure you that it'll be more than kid stuff the next time anything like that happens. I tend to think he'll be smarter from here on in, and I think I can count on the rest of you not to bring something even worse on him next time, can't I?"

After the briefest pause, Ellen nodded, then her three kids. 

"Good.", Victoria said, her mood lightening considerably again. Okay, who wants those awful handcuffs removed? Or, maybe you'd like them to stay on? (giggle) Not you, Willy, but if you behave, it may yet happen. As for the rest of you, I'm sure we'll be taking those cuffs off soon, once you understand that you can trust us when we say we don't want to hurt anybody. Then, I can trust you without them. See how easy it all is with cooperation? Till then, finish your drinks, calm down and we'll all have a nice chat."

"I know." Janet said as though this were a bridge party. "Why don't you all tell us about yourselves? Well, maybe not Willy. He's probably not in the mood, so we'll excuse him. Ellen, you first."

Victoria was finally relaxing into this now. The potion did wonders for her nerves, even just the first beginnings of its effects, and she could see it working on Ellen, Star, Tamara and Skyler, too. They were visibly calmed, slightly glassy eyed and not even quite so bothered by their father's recent kitchen experience as one might expect. She also heard that bubbly, horny tone creeping into Janet's voice, seated beside her as she conversed with the family on the couch opposite them. 

She couldn't help but admire Janet's funny way with people right then. Her motherly attitude set off what she herself had to be within the Keeping residence so well and it was all so natural to her as she sat, slowly drawing each of them out of themselves, her attitude mixing with the potion they were all drinking. They didn't even seem to take much notice of what was going on with the cameras, recording their words as they were set up at different angles.

By then, Bull had mixed another drink and was forcing it down Willy's throat with his back to the home owner's family in order that they wouldn't be tipped off.

Skyler was the first one to finish his, looking like he wouldn't mind more. Star was next and wore the same expression. Ellen, third, only looked surprised and Tamara simply looked into her empty glass with a curious expression.

"I have to ask,...", Victoria said once they'd finished. "What would ever make you come up with a couple of names like 'Skyler' and 'Star'?"

" ... Uhhhh,..."

Ellen seemed to have no answer for that.

"Never mind. How are you feeling, Ellen?" the party girl asked instead.

"Um, fine."

"Don't be concerned about your husband."

" ... No,... I'm not."

"You three as well. Your dad's alright and he's going to be alright, no matter what, so there's no need to concern yourselves with him, is there?"

"Well,... no.", Skyler logically agreed.

"As long as you say nothing will happen, there's no need to worry." Star ascertained.

"That's right." Victoria adamantly said with a chummy smile. "Tamara?"

"Huh?"

"Don't be concerned about your father, honey."

" ... Okay."

"That's a good girl." She rewarded, glancing over her lithe body.

Janet watched Willy squirm in his chair under the very firm grip on the back of his neck. For all the world, it looked like nothing more than a reassuring hand, the kind of contact Bull might have with his elderly, wheelchair ridden father.

"You know," Victoria began when they were done talking of themselves, "Skyler left out one important detail about himself."

The dark haired young man looked away from Janet's bust line and to Victoria, only slightly disturbed by the building erection in his baggy cargo pants.




The Payment Plan Ch. 05



"Your ahh,... appreciation for older women. Did you know about that, Ellen?"

"Well,... no, I didn't."

"It's okay, kid." Victoria laughed at the suddenly self conscious teen. "But you should really learn to be more subtle in the future.

"I'm so sorry." Ellen apologized as Janet might have. "He does know better."

"It's alright. Jenna doesn't mind if he stares at her body. Do you, baby?"

"Not at all."

"Skyler, would you like Jenna to take her blazer off?"

He slowly nodded, looking at Janet's bust again.

"I thought so. It's alright to want to look at women's bodies, and we did play quite a dirty little trick on you."

Janet issued a low, sultry laugh at this and slowly unbuttoned her blazer while Skyler watched, bug eyed. His jaw dropped when she opened the lapels, revealing a shiny, deep red, foil top that tied around the neck. The plunging neckline was one thing, but the backless top also showed the edges of her breasts. Most astoundingly, her nipples stood out as sharp points against the foil, totally enhancing the warm, understanding smile she gave the youth.

"Whooooa. Nice, huh, Skyler?" Victoria teased as the rest of the group looked on as well.

"Yuh.", he said, nodding, eyes fixed on Janet's chest.

"You like tits, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well go ahead and look all you want. In fact, if you promise to be a good boy, I'll take my jacket off, too, maybe even get rid of your handcuffs."

"I'll be a good boy." he toned without hesitation.

"Of course you will." Victoria sleazed as she began removing her blazer.

The third man went over to Skyler and released his cuffs, his back always to the camera, and moved off again as Victoria laid her blazer on the back of her chair. 

"Oh. You can see right through this.", she said, actually sounding surprised as she looked down at herself, noting her own nipples were also hard and clearly visible behind the fine, black mesh. "You don't mind, do you Ellen? It's just my tits and he does like them."

He definitely liked them. In fact, couldn't decide which set he liked better as he looked from one chest to the other.

"Well,..."

"It's very healthy at his age. The more he sees of women's bodies, the happier and better adjusted he'll be. Isn't that right, Ellen?"

" ... Yes, I suppose that's right."

"Good, so tell him you want him to look at our tits all he wants. So he won't be confused about what his mother wants for him."

"(ahem) Skyler, I want you to look at these ladies' breasts all you want, dear."

"Okay, Mom."

"Ellen, we're all adults here, say 'tits'."

"Tits.", Ellen replied, making Tamara and Star giggle.

Janet laughed a little too and invited, "Tell him to look at my tits, Ellen."

"Look at Jenna's tits, Skyler." she instructed, laughing a little herself at the use of the slang term in front her guests and children.

Skyler looked, laying back in the couch and grinning now.

"Now mine." the party girl said.

"Look at Vivian's tits, Skyler."

He looked, almost drooling over the brunette's nipples.

"Now, yours." Janet told her.

"Dear, look at my tits."

He looked without hesitation, going along with the joke as his father garbled ineffectual warnings that his family never paid a bit of attention to. While obviously not seeing as much as he did of their guest's tits, he enjoyed the act of staring at the swell of his Mother's blouse anyway as his sisters giggled again.

"Look at my tits, Sky.", Star said, sticking them out in the shirt her mother had earlier worried was a little snug and revealing, wondering if it was true about what they said of some girls who go to college and,...

Skyler looked and again enjoyed the opportunity, finally looking at Tamara's chest without being told by Ellen, who was laughing and covering her mouth, red faced and arching her back a little.

"I think we can lose those cuffs now." Victoria happily announced. "You three won't be any trouble."

"No.", agreed Ellen with a neighborly smile as her daughters readily agreed as well, Skyler looking at any set of tits he wanted.

Their cuffs were taken off in turn, in the same manner as Skyler's had been. They sat back, still smiling affably when it was done, without a care in the world, eyes glossy and just perfectly open to suggestion.

"Hey, I know." Janet enthused. "Ellen, take your daughters upstairs and the three of you find something nice and sexy to wear so Skyler can get a better look. That'll be fun, won't it?"

"Oh my, I don't know about that." Ellen laughed, hesitant about the propriety of this and vaguely unsure she could measure up to the other women in the room.

"Excellent idea." Victoria cheerfully approved. "Skyler, you wanna see more of your mom and sisters? Maybe me and Jenna too?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"There ya have it, go get changed, ladies. We'll take good care of Skyler while you're gone."

After they were escorted up the stairs, they rounded on the youth, grinning at the situation in his pants.

"Are you comfortable?" Janet asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you having a good time?" Victoria inquired?

"Uh huh."

"Good, we want you to have fun. You trust us, right?" she prodded.

"Yup, I trust you."

"You're a good kid, Skyler."

"Thanks."

"Take your pants off.", Janet said, as if it was the best idea she'd had all day.

"Yeah, alright."

"And your shirt, too." the blonde added."

"Okay.", he complied, getting up and unfastening his pants.

When Ellen and her daughters came back downstairs with the friendly golfers, they were greeted by the sight of Vivian and Jenna standing close to where Skyler sat in his chair with their backs to him. Their skirts were pulled up in back so they could seductively rub one another's behinds as they kissed passionately. Skyler, less his pants and shirt, had a front row seat to the show and Ellen could clearly see that he was erect by the long lump in the front of his tight boxer briefs.

She paused at the foot of the stairs, looking at this scene and suddenly realizing how horny she was. Followed by her daughters, she walked closer, almost afraid to interrupt and avoiding any glances at Skyler.

"Oh, you're back." Janet said with her smile and sparkling eyes. "Skyler wanted to see our bums. Please have a seat."

Taking Tamara's forearm in a loose, but firm grip, Victoria said, "Why don't you sit with us?"

"Okay."

The young woman had shed her jeans and formless baseball shirt and now wore a pair of tight, black lycra shorts that stopped halfway down her toned thighs. A short, pink T-shirt stretched across her small B-cups and the sharp points of each nipple under the shirt.

Star wore a light purple, satin nightie, the spaghetti straps of which supported just enough satin to cover her nipples while leaving quite a lot of cleavage. There was no back above her ass and the hem allowed most of her thighs to show.

Ellen stood a little self consciously in a long, white see through beach wrap and pullover. Underneath these she wore a solid white bra with see through cups like Victoria's, except pink and blue lace roses lined the top of the cups over her vaguely visible, C-cup 'tits'. Matching low cut panties could be seen through the lower wrap, the roses there too, above the shadow of her dark pussy hair and below the garter belt with white mesh at the front, solid white at her hips. Her white stockings also had roses at their tops and the white heels did quite a bit for her posture, as Skyler couldn't help but notice.

Victoria smiled favourably at her, letting her know she'd done well as the thought that Buckner would have liked this crossed her mind. She and Janet had noticed how he was in the habit of including garter belts and stockings when he supplied their clothes, as he had on that evening. They came to a theory that the man liked them, liked the thought of them wearing the things and they both had to agree that they liked them too.

As they all sat again, Ellen, Star and Skyler across from them, Victoria looked thoughtfully at Willy for a moment. It was clear that he was slipping nicely under the influence, but Victoria wondered if Bull hadn't given him a little more than they'd intended. She decided that she shouldn't overly concern herself.

"You look very nice, Ellen." Janet complimented as Tamara settled between the neighbors from out of town. 

And she did, too. Janet was quite impressed with her body and had expected something else, considering her age and how it did show somewhat in her face, although not to the point where it detracted from her natural, attractive features. No, her expectations of Ellen below the neck had not been well founded at all.

"Thank you." Ellen replied, sincerely grateful for the compliment.

"Very nice and sexy." Janet added, looking her over.

"Tamara and Star look nice, too." Victoria put in, playing with Tamara's hair while eying Star beside her Mother. 

Both young women smiled wider at the compliment and Tamara shivered when one of Victoria's nails ran a short distance down the back of her T-shirt.

"Aren't they pretty, Skyler?" Janet asked.

"Uh-huh. So are you and Vivian."

"You look very nice too." Janet replied, looking at the front of his boxers. 

"Mom, Skyler has a hardon." Tamara reported with a teasing giggle, apparently just noticing this.

"I know, Tamara." Ellen replied with a small, tolerant smile, glancing at Skyler who was staring at her chest.

It looked big. It was hard to tell, but it looked as big as her husband's. She felt herself heat up, realizing that her glance had turned to a stare and looked away. Her eyes fell on Willy, who was staring at Star with a lump in his own in his pants. Since she wasn't concerned about him, she moved her eyes on to Vivian and Jenna as the brunette whispered something in her daughter's ear.

"Really?" Tamara asked.

Victoria felt herself slipping a little, becoming as intoxicated by the wanting of this young woman as she was by the potion. She had to keep herself in line.

"Ask Jenna, she'll tell you." Victoria answered. "Star, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes."

"I get the feeling that you like to show off your body."

"Umm,... really?"

"Heh. You do, don't you?"

"Kinda.", she admitted with a smile. "Sometimes."

"It's a very nice one."

"Thank you."

"Isn't this a lot better, Skyler?" Victoria asked as Tamara now whispered in Janet's ear.

"Yeah. I can see better."

"Check out your mom's nipples. Nice, huh?"

"Uh huh. I've been looking at them."

"Think she should take that shirt off so we can see them even better?"

"Well,... I guess so, yeah."

"Tell her, then."

"Oh, but-"

"You have a bra on underneath, it's okay." Victoria interrupted Ellen.

"Mom, take your shirt off, so I can see your tits better."

" ... Uhhh,... well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt, since,... he can already see them a little."

"And remember, he should look at them all he wants, right?" Victoria reminded.

"Yes,... He should get a better look at my tits,..." 

She slowly peeled the tight beach top off, her nipples indeed becoming much more visible. They were actually very nice, too, a fact that was not lost on Skyler, any more than their erect condition as she sat there looking sheepish, but somewhat well humoured about it.

Tamara giggled wildly at something Janet said as she slowly transferred from the cushion of the couch to the blonde's lap. Victoria wondered if she was getting carried away. After all, Janet would have had the heavier dose, however, there was no time to worry about that just then. 

"Oh, Skyler, your mom's all nipply. Stand up, Ellen."

She dutifully stood, although still seeming a bit shy, and looked around at them, settling on Victoria as though asking what came next.

"I think Skyler would just love to watch Star play with your nipples. Wouldn't you, Skyler?"

"Uhh,..." was all he could get out.

"Oh, my god!" Star laughed, still sitting on the couch with both her hands over her mouth.

"I'll bet you'd do it if he told you." Victoria leered at Ellen's curvy daughter.

Another wild giggle from Tamara seemed to let her out of any immediate answer to this. 

"Take a look." Janet challenged the younger blonde.

"No way!", she refused with an excited grin.

"Why not?"

"Because, I'm not a lesbian."

"I don't think you have to be. Besides, how else can I prove it?"

Victoria was relieved that her friend did seem to have it together. She looked to Willy, who was watching the two blondes now and visibly excited.

"What about it, Skyler? Wanna see how hard Mom's nipples can get?"

"Yeah. Mom, tell Star to play with your nipples."

"Oh, Skyler are you sure you want that?"

"Yeah. I want to see how big and hard they get."

"You know it's no big deal, Ellen, go ahead."

" ... Star,... please come here and play with my nipples. Make them as big and hard as you can, so Skyler can see."

"Oh, my god!" she repeated into the palms of her hands while getting up. "Umm,... (giggle)" 

"Oh. Uh-h.", Ellen gasped slightly when Star's halting fingers took her nipples through the mesh. 

"Have you ever seen your mom's tits before?" Victoria asked Skyler.

"No."

"She's pretty good to show you, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Mom's the greatest."

"It's okay to rub your cock while you watch them, you know."

"Uhh-"

"Hey!", Tamara laughed, now seated on the cushion between Janet's spread legs with her hand a little ways down the grinning, older woman's black lace panties. "You don't have any at all, you cheated!"

"Ha! no, I tricked you, didn't I honey? But I assure you, I am a real blonde, no matter what Vivian tells you. But, now,... what about you?"

"Oooh. Mmmm." Ellen let out in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, refusing to look her delighted daughter in the eye as she pinched and rolled her mother's nipples, sensitive as never before between her fingers and thumb.

She saw Skyler watching them. Tamara was in Jenna's lap again, grinning as she allowed the woman to spread her young, fit legs from behind while Vivian caressed one of her own breasts, watching Skyler with a curious expression. Star tugged on her nipples, pulling out on her breasts and making her close her eyes in a passionate sigh.

"Ellen, won't you tell him it's alright to play with himself while he watches?" Victoria asked.

"Oh, Sk- Skyler!"

"Oh, you're not wearing panties.", Janet breathed in the writhing, blonde athlete's ear as she lightly stroked between her legs, exciting her pouting pussy lips, clearly defined beneath the lycra.

This actually took Skyler's attention from his mother. Tamara's legs were spread in such a way as he could easily see the deep gap between those lips as Janet's fingertip moved up between them.

"Uhh-hh. Ohh, Jenna."

"Your brother is watching.", 'Jenna' whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm! Uh!"

This time, Janet's finger reached her anus before tracing back up again, pressing harder.

Skyler jumped at his own touch as he watched them, Tamara almost a younger version of his mother in body and face.

"I wonder if Star is wearing panties." Victoria sleazily announced.

Star turned and smiled, still playing at Ellen's nipples and nodded.

"You are?"

"Uh-huh."

"You believe that, Skyler?"

"Hu-uh?"

Do you think Star's wearing panties?"

"Oh, uhh, I don't know."

"Wanna find out?"

"Sure."

"Go and see."

He hesitated, looking at his mother, then Star's round, satin draped ass before getting up and walking to the standing couple as Victoria looked to Willy. He was staring at Star's ass, too.

"What do you think, Willy?"

" ... I,... want to know if she's wearing any, too."

Star giggled, watching them with excitement.

"Well, of course you do and that's alright. We all want to know."

"Skyler,...", Ellen half heartedly warned in an uncertain voice from between the waves of pleasure Star was giving her. He stood there, rubbing himself as he reached out to take the back of Star's nightie in his fingers.

"I want to, Mom. I want to see her,..."

He slowly pulled the back of the nightie up to her lower back with the sounds of everyone's low approval of her pale pink lace, high cut, ass cheek exposing boy cuts.

"Ohhh, fuck,...", Willy breathed.

"Daaaaad!" Star laughed.

Even Ellen looked over Star's shoulder at the spectacle, resting her hands on her daughter's hips as she did, easily understanding the reactions of the group. Inexplicably, she drew the nightie up at her hips as well, leaning forward as Star put her arms around her and looked over her shoulder, arching her back and sticking her ass out.

"Well, she wasn't lying!" Victoria laughed. 

Go ahead, ask him, I'm sure he'll say it's alright." Janet said, persuading Tamara, who hesitantly turned her head to her Father.

"Dad, Is it okay if I take my shirt off?"

His mouth worked for a second, but nothing came out as a thousand ways to say 'yes' crowded his brain all at once, polluted by some vague reason why he should say no.

"I'm not wearing a bra and everyone will see my boobs, but I really wanna do it anyway. Okay?"

" ... Yeah, princess. Take your shirt off."

She smiled, darted her eyes around the room and crossed her arms, taking the bottom of the T-shirt in her hands and unhurriedly peeling it off. 

"Wow, Tam." Skyler approved, standing with one hand resting on Star's waist, the other pumping his erection through his boxers. "Nice tits."

"Thanks. Do you like them, Dad?" she sighed as Janet cupped and gently, slowly squeezed her mound.

They were the same as his wife's, or at least the same as what they once were, and he loved them, thrilled at the hard, dark red nipples as they teased him.

"Yeah, I do."

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel,... dirty. Oohhh?"

"Oh, my." Victoria said, enjoying this quite thoroughly now, both hands on her nipples and looking at Star again. "What about you, Star? Feeling like a dirty girl?"

"Uh huh." she replied, quite sincerely and with an embarrassed little laugh.

"I know you are, Ellen. You can't take your eyes off of Skyler's cock. Looks pretty good, huh?"

"It looks pretty big." she agreed, vacantly stroking Star's ass cheeks.

"Take his shorts off, Mom." Star suggested in a low voice.

"Wh-? that- well,... alright,...", she agreed with some confused uncertainty.

Ellen separated from Star and watched her hands as though they were someone else's move to the elastic waistband of Skyler's underwear. She slipped her thumbs inside and pulled them down, sinking to a squatting position in the process of taking them down to his ankles.

It was there, right in front of her face and it was beautiful. He grabbed it up again, stroking himself while she paused there, staring at the precum that worked its way out at the tip.

"What do you think, Ellen?" Victoria teased as Star looked on. 

"Oh, my heavens. It's,..."

"Do you like watching him play with it?"

" ... Yes."

Ellen stood again, although still looking down. She didn't quite know what to do with herself and her vagina was spread so wide and so wet,...

"This is fun." Star proclaimed, looking at Tamara, still in Janet's lap.

"Why don't you and Tamara go un-cuff your dad now?" Victoria directed. "You won't be a problem, huh Willy?"

"A prob- I don't,... No. Not at all. Why would you ask?"

"Give 'em the keys." she said to Bull, grinning at the two sisters as they went forward, Tamara sliding from Janet's lap, Star holding out her hand for the key.

They each stood on either side of Willy's chair as Star unlocked the cuffs and removed them, Tamara distracted by the hard rod under her father's pants. It jutted out to the left and looked quite uncomfortable.

"Star, look. Dad's all hard."

Willy's reality had become a foggy, wet dream where he knew reality lived, but his senses kept insisting that it didn't matter and the confusion this brought seemed to make it hard to string more than four or five words together. Any movement, while possible, seemed to be an ordeal that wasn't worth the effort and the only thing that mattered was his hard cock.




The Payment Plan Ch. 05



Star looked, then turned back to her father and pulled up the front of her nightie, showing him the front of her panties and asking, "Dad, should I take them off?"

(ziiiiiiip)

"Wow.", Tamara expressed.

Star looked again and opened her mouth in surprise. Tammy had her father's pants open. He was wearing white, jock style briefs, the head of his manhood sticking out the left leg hole.

"Oh, my god! Tamara! (giggle)"

"What? (giggle)

"What are you doing?" Star asked, bending over for a closer look, still holding her nightie about her waist.

"I'm looking at Dad's thingy."

"It's like Skyler's."

"Yeah.", Tamara asserted, working his pants down a little more.

"Dad, what about my panties? They're all wet, is it okay if I take them off?"

"Ohh, sugar,...", he moaned. "Take your panties off,..." 

Star wiggled her hips a little as she slid her boy cuts down for him to see, meanwhile, Tamara was industriously removing Willy's shoes and sox in order to free her father of his pants.

"Thanks, Dad." she said with a naughty smile as he gawked at her sex and the narrow, short strip of dark hair above it. "Look at my pussy." 

Victoria and Janet were now both spread legged, their skirts hiked up, hands in each other's panties as they watched the seeds they'd planted grow. 

Skyler turned to his mother, who was watching Tamara pull her father's pants away from his feet and off. He put his hands on her waist, slowly moving them up and around, making her inhale sharply when they travelled down over her hips and thighs.

"Mom, you're so hot."

"Oh,... Thank you, honey." she said, flattered that he would think this of her.

He turned her around by the shoulders and looked at her ass in the long, gauzy material, a solid white triangle beneath it and between the tops of her cheeks, the thin straps going on around her hips and over her garter belt. 

"Spread your feet." he softly voiced, more as an instruction than a request.

She complied, looking away from everyone else as she stepped out with one foot, increasing the space between it and the other to about a foot and a half, the farthest she would go in the unfamiliar, high heels. She looked behind just as he unfastened the lower wrap, allowing it to fall before she could even think about reaching for it.

"I wanna feel your ass." he said, taking the bottom of one of her cheeks and kneading a little.

"Ohh, but,... Skyler, that feels,..."

Ellen knew in the back of her mind that she should stop this, should stop all of this, but how could she? The insistent, yet reverent hand that slowly, softly explored her bottom was making her feel very good, was telling her that there was a need that she never realized, that could conveniently be fulfilled right then and how could she argue with that? Anyway, it was just a tushie rub. What could be the harm in allowing Skyler to give her a tushie rub? Plus, he obviously enjoyed doing it and it was quite natural and healthy for him to be interested in women's bodies.

Then he was back in front of her. By the looks of him, Ellen figured that if he were any more excited, his hair would be sticking straight out. He grabbed both her nipples through her bra and started playing them, as Star had been doing. Something warm and sticky wet touched her belly. She looked down between them to see that it was the head of his swollen penis, smearing his precum on her belly.

"Take off your bra, Mom."

"Uhh! Ohh, but honey-"

"Well, Tamara took her shirt off, and Jenna too." he reasoned, Pulling down on one cup and letting her breast fall out. "And I wanna play with your tits."

She was about to stammer a protest when his rod left her belly, replaced by his hand, which immediately went down her panties to play in her pubic hair. His fingers being that close made her gasp, her pelvis automatically jerking forward a short distance before her tensed muscles could stop it.

"Oh! Skyler, honey! Ohhh!"

"Show me your pussy, too. I wanna see it."

"Skyler," Victoria sleazed, "I think you should do whatever you want with your mother's body."

"Ooooooooohh!" she groaned as Skyler's hand slipped deeper into her soaked underwear. Ohhhh, Skyler!"

They soon came down, peeled away from her drenched crotch as he sucked her exposed nipple and, after stepping out of them, she widened her stance yet a little more for his curious hand.

"D- do you really want to play with Mommy's body, honey?", she asked as he dumped her other breast out of it's cup, guiding her to the couch.

"Yeaaahh.", he sighed, not about to be stopped now in any case.

"Mmmm.", she crooned as he laid her back, spreading her legs wide and looking at all she had to offer as she looked up at him.

"I'm gonna play with your pussy." he said, now slowly pushing his middle finger up inside her slit.

"Awwww! Ohhhhh!"

Star was again distracted by Tamara and her activities. Her younger sister was now pulling her partially incapacitated father's briefs away from his body, allowing his prick to slide to a more natural position. He jumped when she let the elastic slap back across him, his cockhead still sticking out, this time past the narrow band at the top. They both watched silently as it seemed to 'breathe', subtly writhing and visibly throbbing.

Willy had indeed gotten more than the planned dosage. He lay there with the biggest, most sensitive hardon of his life, at least since he was twenty. Doing something about this unexpected and wrong situation seemed pretty complicated, especially while his daughters were being such good girls, showing him their bodies and paying attention to him for once. And nobody wanted to be any trouble. 

"Touch it.", Tamara dared with a dirty smile.

"No way!"

"Why?"

"Cause its Dads! You touch it."

" ... Okay."

From where she knelt on the floor, Tamara carefully reached over the arm of the chair and stroked her father's cockhead, drawing her fingertip across the top of it and making him jump again.

"You got some of his stuff on your finger." Star observed, getting to her knees and hanging over the opposite arm of Willy's chair.

Tamara's answer to this was to rub the same finger around the tip of his cock some more, spreading it around, down to the rim and even behind where it lay on his moderately hairy belly. He squirmed and groaned at this, jumping with a short jerk as he watched them. 

"Mmmm.", Star toned, pushing further forward, dragging the already low cut nightie down in front until a large, fully erect nipple peeked out at her father. 

Noticing this, Tammy giggled and rubbed her slippery fingertip over Star's nipple, wiping it off as her sister jumped a little at her touch. Star grinned at this act, then glanced at her father as he stared at her curvy, young ass.

"Stick your hand down his shorts and play with him." Tamara dared again.

" ... No, you. (giggle)

"Nope, your turn."

"He might get mad."

"Go on, grab it."

Star giggled again and hesitantly burrowed into her father's underwear with her hand, laughing a little more and taking the hard organ in a loose grip. He trembled and bucked, groaning again, louder this time.

"Ohh,...", Tamara breathed as she watched her sister slowly stroke their father's cock in his underwear, working the white cotton down further, "Oh my god, you're bad, Star."

"You dared me to."

"So what?" she replied. "Want me to pull his underwear down?"

Star glanced at her shell shocked father again, then answered, "Umm, just a little."

"Well, I wanna see his balls. They look big and swollen; probably all full of his stuff."

She slowly pulled them down, uncovering his length little by little until she could see all of his genetalia.

"Oh, wow." Tamara said, jaw left hanging as she stared, slowly taking a lower grip with her own slender hand. "He really likes that."

"Ooooh.", Star expressed. "It's all wet. Slippery and,... hard."

"Wouldn't it be cool if he came?" Tamara asked.

"(Giggle)"

"Can you imagine sucking it?" she asked further.

" ... Like,... both of us?"

"Yeah. Imagine if we made him cum."

"Oh my god!", Star giggled again, still slowly pumping her father's shaft in harmony with Tamara's hand and watching a fresh puddle of pre-cum form at the tip.

She ran her fingers over it and worked it down, lightly twisting round and round as if it were a motorcycle throttle, driving Willy to groan all the louder.

"Dad, can me and Tamara suck on your cock?"

"Uhhh-hhhhhhh,...!", he answered.

She turned back to see her little sister tentatively licking the tip, now smearing yet another puddle of pre-cum around.

"Tam, holy shit."

"Haa- ahh." she replied.

"Ooooh. Ohh, Tamara, you're bad!"

She stopped, retracting her tongue and smiling as she looked up at Star, replying, "Look who's talking. You started playing with it."

"That's different, though."

"Not that different. Kiss it."

" ... (smerp-p) Mmmm." Star expressed, Willy's juices on her lips.

"Do it again."

She kissed her father's cockhead again, this time letting the tip of her tongue out, playing over it softly, tasting his lubrication and slowly letting her lips settle around the rim.

"Mmm-mm."

"Yeaahhh.", Tamara softly encouraged with a horny grin. "Suck,..."

A loud groan from a short distance away drew Ellen's attention from the expression on Skyler's face after he began fingerfucking her. A part of her mind was shocked to see the end of Willy's penis in Star's mouth. At the same time, she wanted to join them until she was reminded that she had one all to herself.

"Mom, suck my cock, okay?" he asked, repositioning himself. Suck me off while I lick your pussy."

"But,... Alright, Skyler, but you have to promise,... You have to try not to- to cum in your mother's mouth. Skyler, Honey?"

His genetalia was suddenly above her, his inner thighs on either side of her face. He lowered himself a little, his balls touching the bridge of her nose, the base of his cock at its tip as he began licking her lips.

"Ohh! Oh, baby!" she cried, lips moving against his balls. 

She hardly noticed when she started kissing them, only when she was actively cleaning them with her tongue and holding his stiff rod in one hand. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes as his tongue began poking eagerly between her lips, rolling her pelvis up to meet his mouth. Repositioning herself just a little, she aimed his prick at her mouth and took it in, feeling his thighs tremble a little as she did, experiencing a jolt of excitement at having done that to him.

"Mmmm! Ummmmb-mmm!"

Janet and Victoria were still side by side, legs spread and crossed over one another while they played, watching this moment between Ellen and her son as it brought Victoria to climax. She groaned above Willy over and over, rolling herself into Janet's hand.

Skyler didn't even notice 'Vivian', or her throes of passion as he feasted on his mother, sucking her clitoris and lips, licking her dry so he could wet her up again, poking her with his finger and lapping up what he drew from her. His cock felt great in his mother's mouth and he couldn't help but start fucking her in that fashion. Barely under control, he forced himself to level off when he heard her half choking at each thrust from underneath him. 

Ellen could only open her throat and enjoy herself. Her hands crept up to his ass, one rubbing between his cheeks, the other the small of his back. She felt the effect that had on him right away, how he pressed his mouth harder to her. She pressed at his anus with her thumb and thrilled to the effect, feeling herself approaching orgasm. She managed to remove him from her mouth in order to cry out a warning when she realized that this orgasm would be over her sons mouth.

"Ahhh! Ohhh, baby! I'll cum! Baby! No- ohhhh!! Naaaaaaa-um-mmp!"

He plunged his rod back into her mouth, fucking her face to the ever more excited sounds from his mother's impeded tongue, happily licking and fingering her to orgasm, sucking her clitoris into his mouth for the duration. Her hips bucked wildly as she squeezed his ass, crying around his hard, throbbing prick, her body twisting under his weight.

Ellen was having a hard time recovering from this, as he just kept going. Her legs kicked spasmaticly as he sucked at her opening, playing with her anus at the same time. She was completely unprepared for the blast of hot seed down her throat, repeated by another and another and more, making her choke and filling her mouth. 

"Mmmm! Mmm-mmpblbpff! Ugmm- (gulp) -Ommmm! (gulp) Mmm-mpp! Mmplp- (gulp) Mmmmm."

"Uuuhhhhhh, Mom!"

Tamara watched Star as her mouth took in more and more of Willy's length. She brushed her sister's hair back so she could see better and began massaging his balls.

"See how far,... yeah,... deepthroat him."

"Nguk."

Suddenly getting an idea, she reached into the small pocket on the outside of the chair and activated the motorized recline feature, watching her father's body slowly straighten out until he lay horizontal.

"(slurp)"

"Dad, I'm gonna take my shorts off, 'kay? So everyone can see me naked."

"That's,... yeah, princess. Do that."

He watched her go about this, her enticing movements teasing him along with her innocent smile until she was stepping out of them, completely nude now.

"My turn." she told Star.

"Mmmmmp. Okay. I'm gonna take the rest of his clothes off now."

"Take your nightie off, too." Tamara advised. "Dad, tell Star to take her nightie off so you can see everything."

"Star,... Sugar, take it off. ... Show Daddy your nice big titties,..."

"Okay, Dad."

She slipped her shoulders from beneath the straps and the little nightie fell until it gathered at her hips, leaving her impressive breasts and dark, erect nipples bare. Tamara, while pumping and sucking Willy's shaft, reached out and pulled the nightie the rest of the way to the floor.

Willy was on cloud nine, watching his beautiful, naked Star untie the sweater from around his neck and then start on the buttons of his shirt. Tamara's mouth had now taken on the responsibility of keeping his prick occupied, sucking at the tip at first as Star had done, as though sampling a product before buying. Then Star was pulling his underwear down, down to his knees, then his ankles. Before he even realized it, they were gone and she was between his legs, licking his balls.

"(slu-urp!) Mmmm!"

Tamara drooled a large amount of saliva down her father's manhood, going farther down to take it again, spreading and lubricating him well, but not catching it all. Star grabbed it up with her tongue and helped spread it around as another thick stream ran over her upper lip.

"Help me spread his legs so I can,...", Star urged, suddenly getting the help she needed with the legs of their lethargic father. "Yeah."

Now that Star had much better access to her father's scrotum, she went about licking everywhere, copying her sister and using a lot of saliva and drooling over him shamelessly.

"Don't mess up the couch." Tamara warned while catching her breath at one point. "Mom'll get mad."

"Move, I wanna see his cock between my boobs."

"Oh, yeah."

His legs were spread even further, making him vaguely gratified by the hours of working out his wife forced him into with her in their home gym, also noting how it certainly did wonders for Tamara.

Star was pleased at how easily his big, stiff member was surrounded by her ample tit flesh, how the firm head felt when it first pressed against her chest and rubbed all the way up her cleavage. She looked down and saw it, stuck her tongue out and licked its tip as he watched. Then Tamara moved in and put her lips around it, licking that spot in front, just beneath his helmet, making Willy gasp and jerk.

"Yeaaah." Tamara expressed, looking at her widely grinning sister as she slowly pumped his cock with her breasts. "Oh my god, you look like such a dirty little slut right now."

"Now look who's talking."

"(giggle)"

"Suck on it again for a minute." Star told her.

She did as told, again using a lot of saliva and letting it run down his shaft and her sister's cleavage, Willy groaning and crying out as she once again attacked that special place until Star's warning stopped her.

"Tam, I think,... Dad's gonna cum!"

"Uhhhh, fuuuuck!, he groaned. 

"Oh, shit! A-! Ohh!" she finished in surprise as the first heavy blast hit her cheek and dark hair. 

She looked up at her father's face as he spurted jet after jet of hot, sticky seed at her neck, chin and all over her firm breasts. She kept pumping him until he was finished, a strange, half serious smile of great interest on her face as she observed the taboo pleasure in Willy's features.

"Ohhh,... wow!", Tamara breathed after the last of it had ended. "Oh my god, Star, Dad just came right in your face and all over your tits! Oh my god!" she repeated with a giddy laugh.

Another giggle was Star's only response as she continued to pump her twitching and moaning father, finally looking at his slippery jism on her chest.

Skyler was now off of Ellen and dragging her on her back, propping her pelvis up on the nearby arm of the couch. Her legs still spread, she watched as he looked down at her, still hard and stroking himself, touching the end of it to her lips, rubbing it around a little before teasing her clitoris with it.

"Ohhh, baby! Ooohhh, you shouldn't be,... so close with your,... Uhh! Ohhh! Skyler!"

He'd pushed the head of his cock into her ready, wet opening a little way, enough to get her attention, as it seemed. They both stared at it as it paused there, long enough for Ellen to reach down and grab his slippery member.

"Honey, maybe we sh- should- Oh, baby, you're going,... deeper! Ahh! Ohh!"

He drove slowly further, guided by her hand until it was jammed between them and then pushed harder, working around and forcing her hand to break its loose grip. It was the greatest feeling in the world, much better than Becky Kinsworth, the school bicycle who he'd lost his virginity to earlier that year.

"Ohh, Mom! You feel so good!"

Ohhh! Ohh- Uhh! Oh, Skyler! Sk-! yi-! your big cock! Oh, Skyler!"

"Oh, fuck!" he moaned when she moved her hand and he finished burying himself inside her.

"A-! Ohh! Baby!" she attempted one last time. You already came in your mother's mouth,... what more,...? "Ohhh-hh!"

"I don't care." he insisted, slowly drawing out and pushing inside her again, buzzed on the feel of her canal against his prick. "I- uhh-h! -I wanna fuck you. 

"Ohh! Awwwwww! Awww- Oh, Skyler, you're-! -A very bad boy! Oh, Skyler! Ohhh!"

He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts as he settled into a rhythm, giving her a good, satisfyingly solid fucking. 

"Ohhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh- ohhhhh!" Ellen ground out, helpless and completely betrayed by her body once again. 

She was amazed at how hard he'd stayed and how good it hurt, especially at first, being jolted by his cock and pelvis over and over again. She lost herself to it, letting him have his way now and enjoyed an unmeasureable amount of time being the recipient of his energetic and willful teen angst. He grunted that he loved her and she knew he did.

Skyler was also in a world of his own, screwing with almost no awareness or effort, just raw feeling and plenty of it. Holding on to her tits as he worked in and out of her, though, he couldn't help but notice Tamara and Star, both of them naked and helping his also naked father to the other end of the couch. Nor could he help but notice the jism running down and between those great tits of Star's.

Willy was put down on his back, his upturned face ear to ear with Ellen.




The Payment Plan Ch. 06



The gun metal gray Firebird idled furiously at the curb while a small contingent of bellhops loaded the trunk with twice as much luggage than what they'd arrived with, two of them standing by each open door of the car, awaiting Victoria's and Janet's approach and entrance to the machine. Along with the eye opening gratuity Madeline and Winona had left, Buckner's bonus Dollars for each job they'd done made their new and expensive purses seem heavy as well.

He stood with them underneath the Hotel awning, Vernon and Bull at each side, all five of them smiling genuinely, although not without some regret in their eyes.

"Ladies, if you ever come to Vegas again, by all means, stay here. Bring your husbands, you'll get the royal treatment and they'll never know why." he promised with a twinkle in his eye.

"Plus, that way, if we get into trouble again,...", Victoria laughed.

"Better the devil you know." he finished, he and Janet laughing as well.

"I hope you don't think we feel that way about you, though." Janet said when they stopped. "Because we don't. We were stupid, we got ourselves into trouble and we paid the price to go home free of it right now, just like you promised."

"That's right." Victoria said. "And we're really thankful you gave us the chance to get off the hook."

"Janet, Victoria, you're both two of a kind. I really didn't like putting you two to work like that from the outset and I regretted it more and more later on, but you two were,... I'm sorry, but you were perfect. You did everything I asked better than I could have asked and some of the things you've accomplished for me go way beyond just money. And by the way,..."

He stopped to fish something out of the inside pocket of his very smart, gray suit. Two small envelopes appeared in his hand, one of which was passed to each woman.

"It's a short list of email addresses." he explained. Winona and Madeline have extended an open invitation to you both, should you ever decide to visit Italy. I'd be a little careful there, if I were you. Also, my email address is in there, so that, like I said, if you're ever in town again, or if things don't work out in some way and you need some place to go and a job, you know. Not like before, one that would take better advantage of your, ah, people skills. You know, Francine tells me I'm crazy to let you two go." he laughed.

"Oh, we'll certainly keep that in mind, Mr. Buckner.", Janet graciously told him, inwardly thinking of how soon and how horribly things could still go wrong. 

"We'll handle it.", Victoria assured him, looking to Janet in order to try to assure her too.

"I believe you can. Good luck, Ladies. Drive carefully and try to stay out of trouble."

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

"It seems like a year ago, somehow." Janet noted as they drove through town on their way to the onramp.

"Since we blew in here." Victoria assumed she meant. "Yeah, it's like that for me, too. And somehow, this trip, this time,... it's more real. I don't know if you get what I mean." she said, disengaging the clutch and gearing down for a red light in her tight new designer jeans.

"More vivid. Little things and details are more appreciable."

" ... Yeah. Yeah, that's it."

They were silent amidst the traffic for a while in the non air conditioned antique, windows rolled down until Victoria spoke thoughtfully.

"I wonder why Buckner warned us about Winona and Madeline?"

"I don't know, but I trust him. I don't think I'd ever be interested in going to Italy, anyway."

"Hmm.", Victoria said as though she wasn't convinced.

"Comes to that," Janet added, "I'd rather we visited Patricia."

"Heh. Yeah, I liked her. She was good."

"Yes.", Janet agreed with a recollective smile that matched Victoria's. "But to be honest, I enjoyed it all, everything we did, even though, sometimes, I was pretty scared."

"Mmm. Me too."

"Then again, maybe that's just the potion talking."

They said little more as they worked their way closer to the highway, the vague regret that hung in the air at the Hotel seeming to have followed, compressing itself around them within the confines of the car.

They said even less after they eventually gained the onramp and were fast tracked down the highway towards home, the talk petering out altogether as the traffic did, the further they drove from Las Vegas. 

After a while, Victoria suddenly slowed the car down, pulling off to the wide, dirt shoulder and stopping, a cloud of dust overtaking and passing around the car, happy to head on down the road without them, if need be. Switching the ignition off, she turned in the seat, left arm draped over the top of the wheel, and took her sunglasses off, looking Janet squarely in the eye.

"We can flag down the next car that has a man behind the wheel and suck him off right now, if you want. We could. It's not as if he'd refuse."

" ... I don't want to do that at all."

"Sure you do, that's why you hesitated, right? You actually had to think about it, if only for a split second. Just suggesting we do it conjures up images in our heads and we want to, potion or no. We know we shouldn't, but we have been, so why not now? Oops." she said, turning her head momentarily as a car whizzed by. "There he goes. I'm sure they'll be another, though. So what do you say?"

"I say no.", Janet insisted. "Before, there was no choice."

"But, we enjoyed it."

"That doesn't mean- that doesn't change anything outside those circumstances. Those circumstances no longer exist and reality is reality again. We have to fit into it and, underneath our base desires and how the potion and our recent circumstances encourages them, we want to fit into it."

"Well, I'm glad we've got that established."

"Oh, I see what you're doing."

"Janet, we can't go back home with any more baggage than what's in the trunk, you understand? That would ruin everything, I tell you it will and I do mean everything. It's exactly like you said at the Hotel, we were stupid and we had to do what we had to do so we could avoid paying the highest price for our stupidity. Not many people would have done any different in our shoes and we're just lucky that it was Buckner's casino we went to and that he gave us that opportunity."

"I know, I know,... I said all that and I know and believe it, it's just that now, on our way home, it doesn't seem to cover the whole thing."

"I'm not saying it does, I'm just saying that things could have been a whole lot worse, nobody got hurt and, if we enjoyed it, lucky us to be able to get through it that way and move on. We're still basically the women we were when we left home, just with new experience below our belts. If you'll pardon the pun."

"I'll laugh about that later. Right now, I must point out that Dr. McNeer, her Receptionist and two of her patients were certainly hurt. Not in a physical way, but imagine what they must be thinking now? And who's to say that Meshac and his friends won't eventually come to harm because of what we did? Not to mention Willy and his family. We did cause harm and I'm pretty sure that's a big part of what doesn't get covered by my neat and tidy little excuses, not to mention the fact that I cheated on Tom. Yes, I cheated. Once I accepted the enjoyment of it, had fun with it and tried to forget about him so I could get through it all that much easier,... I cheated."

"We had no choice."

"That doesn't justify it. Poor Dr. McNeer wouldn't think so."

"Janet,... Baby, listen: You made the right decisions the entire way through this. If you had to go back, even feeling the way you do now, you'd still make those same decisions for the good of both of us, and that's one of the reasons I love you. Again, I know this is hard for you, it is for me too, but there's nothing we can do about now, anymore than there was anything we could have done when we first met Buckner. Nothing but to get over it. As for Willy,..."

Victoria looked down for a moment before speaking, seemingly to the console between their hips.

"You heard Buckner. Willy's lucky he didn't end up dead. If you think we fucked his family up, imagine how a bullet in the back of Willy's head would have fucked them up."

"They'll never get over it."

"You don't know that. You don't know that at all. And what if they do and you don't? Buckner even said that they all deserved it. Don't get hung up on this, it serves no purpose other than to rip apart everything we worked to save and, if you need to talk about it, you know I'll listen. Right?"

"Yes."

They gazed seriously at one another for a short time before Victoria spoke again, breaking a seemingly fragile moment.

"Janet,... are we, ahhh,... we still good, baby?"

"Yes, sweetie, we're still good." Janet reassured her, managing a sincere smile.

Victoria let a small sigh of relief at this pass her lips and said, "Just give it some time, okay? Block out the memories if you want, or if you can, and just let some time go by; you'll be surprised at how it leaves your mind, how it becomes hard to remember."

"You sound like you have some experience sailing de' nial."

"Well, like I say, there've been some pretty good reasons why you're my only female friend. So, take it from me, you can get over this. And you know we have more important things to tackle, right? I'm counting on you."

"I'm counting on you."

"There you go." Victoria said, a smile on her mouth now.

She leaned forward to kiss her blonde neighbor, the soccer mom who was dressed and made up as such once again, although this time much more expensively in the upscale, yet sexy looking summer dress that made women on the cover of Good Housekeeping look like boring, frumpy losers.

Janet met her kiss, eagerly returning it and slipping her hand to the inside of Victoria's upper thigh. They stayed like that for some moments before parting, each satisfied and relieved that things really were good between them before Victoria started the car with a roar and a smile. 

"We'll figure out Tom and Reggie, too. One way, or another."

Janet eyed her beautiful friend as she pulled out to the blacktop, accelerating through the gears and looking confident, even happy.

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"You have a plan, don't you?"

The two sat on a sun dried picnic table in the dusty parking lot of the last stop for fifty miles, according to the sign. They'd fueled and stocked up on bottled water and were taking time to eat before the longest leg of their trip. 

Victoria bit off a chunk of the tuna sandwich she'd bought, looking at the clear plastic container of caesar salad in front of Janet for a moment before answering.

"I wouldn't go that far. I have some ideas and stuff, but I need your input to make a plan out of it."

"I'm listening."

"Okay, well, first off, we'll just let this whole thing blow over with Reggie. We stick to the plan, the story that Buckner set up for us and I say I'm sorry we worried him, show him some of the money we made and then make it all good by showing him how much I missed him. By the time Tom gets home, it won't be an issue and something you may never have to bring up."

"That sounds sensible." Janet said, washing down a crouton with a drink of water.

"Sure it does, that's because it's the easy part. But a few months from now, we should try a little experiment."

"Okay,...", Janet said, waiting for it.

"See, most men get turned on by lesbians." Victoria began to explain. "It's just a thing with them, you know what I mean."

"Not really."

"Well, they do, take it from me."

"Are we lesbians?"

"A- ... I,... I guess."

"I don't feel like a lesbian." Janet asserted.

"Well, neither do I, but- okay, we'll debate that another time, babes. The point is that they'll see us as lesbians having a lesbian relationship and they might actually like it, or at least the idea of it. So we have to set up a little something. We'll have a get-together where you and I will pretend to get a little drunk and kiss or something, just to see how it goes over."

"Test the waters."

"Right.", Victoria confirmed. "That'll at least give us an idea of whether or not we even should tell them."

"Yes. Yes, that's good and very sensible. And it buys us time. But we can't go too far, we have to be able to avoid any suspicion if we do decide that we can't tell them.

"Yup, we'll have to be careful there, alright."

"So, what if they seem to be okay with it? What if it's only a little, or they're not sure?" Janet asked.

"You're thinking of Tom." Victoria assumed. "I know, it'll really all come down to him."

"It's not just that. If Reggie can deal with it and Tom can't, that'll be bad for its own reasons. It'll lead to worse problems than if they both didn't accept it."

" ... Yeah, I can see that."

"Furthermore, even if they do both like the idea of our relationship, that won't,... Well, I mean,... for that to mean anything to them, they'd have to at least be allowed to watch us."

They stared across the table at one another in thought for a moment about this simple truth.

"Or to join us." Janet added.

"Oh,... You paint one hell of a picture."

"You know I'm right."

"Yes.", Victoria nodded. "That's the mind of a man, alright."

"Let me ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Have you ever,... thought, or fantasized about sleeping with Tom?"

"Whoa."

"Sorry. I promise there's no strings attached to that, though."

"Uh-huh." Victoria laughed. "I wouldn't say I've fantasized about it,... I've thought about it. What he'd be like, you know. Not all the time or anything, just that curiosity that,... you know."

"Yes. Do you think he's attractive?"

"Sure. Yes, he looks like he's in great shape."

"He is."

"So, what's your point?"

"Just that we may have to- or maybe even want to, um, share."

"Ohh. You mean that we could offer it up if we,..."

"Or if they want to. We uhh,..."

"Do we want to do that?" Victoria asked.

"We may not have a choice, once we decide to, ahhh,..."

"Out ourselves?"

"Well, yes. We'll be committed then and it could very well come to that. I mean, letting them watch is a slippery slope, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"And, once they joined, how long would it be before I ended up with your Reggie's cock in my mouth?"

Victoria was speechless at this. It was the last type of thing she would ever have expected to come from Janet Fulton, but her choice of how to express her thoughts brought home the reality of what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just,..."

"I know. It's okay." Victoria managed.

"I've been worrying about this a lot. Ever since we became closer."

"I know. I tend to put off worrying about things until I have to."

"Yes, I know. It's what got us through a lot of times, but,..."

"What?"

"Well, I did something that I really didn't want to do. For a lot of reasons."

"What?"

"Well, like I said, I've been really worried and so I had to ask,... Mr. Buckner,... I asked him if I could have a small supply of the potion to take with me."

" ... What?"

"Yes. At first he said no and I apologized all over myself for asking, but then I explained why. I told him about us and how we'd grown closer, how we wanted to be together and honest with our husbands about us, but weren't sure if we could be and about the risk involved,... Well, to make a long story short, he agreed to give me some."

" ... What?"

"Well, I had to make sure we had every option, Vicky. This has to work out, I don't need to convince you of what all hangs in the balance."

"I'm the choir and you're the preacher, sister, but are you really prepared to use the potion on him? He'll clue in once he sobers up, you know."

"I know, but I asked Mr. Buckner about that. It turns out that I could give him very small doses every day in his coffee and he'd be sort of open to some 'supported suggestion', as Mr. Buckner put it."

"And he wouldn't know?"

"Cumulative effect." Janet told her. "He wouldn't be anything like, say Dr. McNeer was, but he would be easier to convince of some things that he might not otherwise be."

"And when you run out of the potion?"

"Once he's where we need him to be, I'll slowly cut back so he can have time to acclimatize to a new reality, whatever that might turn out to be."

Victoria blinked at her a few times, impressed despite herself. Yet again, she never would have thought it of her, would herself have had to think long and hard about doing such a thing to Reggie, then realizing that Janet had almost certainly done just that.

"I can't believe he let you have any."

"Me neither, really. I honestly wasn't expecting him to give me any, even after I explained. He said he wouldn't have if it were anybody else. He really likes and trusts us a lot."

"He must. So, you're prepared to do this?"

"If I have to. I mean, I don't want to, but if I think it'll tip the balance to our favour,... Needless to say, I don't feel good about it, and you can probably see why I find it hard to see myself in the same way I did before this weekend."

"Yeah. I didn't realize. You surprise me, sometimes."

"I hope you're not disappointed in me."

"No. It tells me how important to you I am."

Janet smiled warmly at her and took her hand, saying, "A lot of people wouldn't see it that way and I wouldn't blame them."

"I'm not a lot of people, just Victoria, and I appreciate that you're prepared to go to those lengths."

"It would be impossible to live beside each other and not be together now, feeling the way we do. One of us would have to move and we'd always regret it, would always miss each other no matter what responsibility we felt we'd have lived up to. You know that."

"Yes. I wouldn't want that."

"And one of our husbands would end up getting fed the potion anyway, so he could be convinced to move." Victoria's blonde girlfriend joked.

"Hm. Well, that's something we'll have to think and talk about later, like you said. Right now, we should get moving, go over our stories and make sure we're solid."

"You're right. I'm all done here, anyway."

"Me too. Babe?"

"Yes?"

"Have you thought of how much better our days will be with each other from now on?"

"Yes, I have."

"Um, do you think we have time to be together before we get back home? Just for a little while?"

Janet smiled and said, "I was really hoping we could be, sweetie. Come on, I'll throw this stuff in the garbage and you go get the car started. I know this nice, private little spot close to home,..."

"I love when you call me that." 

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Down a quarter mile long, grassy road, the dusty ghost of the Firebird came to a stop at the edge of a pleasant field. Victoria had fretted the entire way in about hurting Reggie's car, creeping along in first gear while Janet assured her that it would be fine.

They were at the outskirts of their home town and, more precisely, at Janet's 'spot'. It was a place that nobody else in her life knew about, the place her father would park when she was a girl before setting across the field with her towards the woods with their fishing equipment. They would routinely dare the steep embankment back there, their reward the dark pools of the hidden brook where trout hid on nice summer days.

"Nice.", Victoria said, smiling at her over the roof of the car. 

Janet came around to the driver's side as Victoria finished kicking off her shoes before taking some lazy steps through the grass. Removing her own, she walked behind her, enjoying the natural, green carpet beneath her feet.

"I expected the 'no-tell-motel', but I guess I should have expected better." Victoria said over her shoulder.

"Only the best for you, Vicky."

Victoria turned and shot that smile, the one that wasn't quite the party girl, but more like the 'perma-teen', that childless, youthful, unground expression of the truly irresponsible. Janet found herself laughing at this familiar description of her neighbor as she looked lovingly at her, walking backwards further out into the field as she kept up.




The Payment Plan Ch. 06



"I'm the streetwise one, remember?"

"Your point being?"

"Well, I'm like the Alpha."

"Ha! Where's this coming from, now?"

"Wheh- heh -whereas, you're just this innocent and helpless, demure soccer mom."

"Oh, is that how you see me?"

"Yeah, sure. You know it's true."

"I'm older than you, young lady, and yes, I'm a soccer mom. A parent. An experienced authority with those younger than I and the fact that you're streetwise only proves that you have the mind of a child, which I always knew. I'm the stable one, I'm the Alpha here, young lady."

"If you think you're going to tie me to your apron strings, you got another thing coming." Victoria laughed, before adding, "You're going to be my personal whore from next door and- whoop!" 

Janet had rushed forward, grabbed her around the middle and pushed her to the grass underneath her with a playful laugh.

"Hey, you didn't tell me you were a woman beater! Help! Oh, heavens me, I'm being accosted by an evile soccer mommy! Ohhh, somebody, please heeeeelp!"

Janet was laughing too hard to hold her and, somehow, Victoria ended up on top.

"See? I'm younger and fasstt-uhh! Ohhh, Janet!"

"I'm older and hornier. Now kiss fifi like a good girl, hmm?"

"Ohhhh, Yes, Janet!"

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"Vicky!?" Janet called into the darkened Sharpe house from the open back door, waiting for an answer she never got. "Are you ready!?"

Still no answer. She walked further in, wearing a black skirt that stopped just above her knees and hugged her curves fairly nicely with a matching sweater she wore as a cape, buttoned at the collar over her white pullover, a little tighter since the days before she met Mr. Buckner.

"Vicky!"

She must have left already, but she knew they were leaving together from home. Something must have come up, forcing her to leave in a hurry, in which case, there would be a note. So she reached over and flicked the light switch just inside the kitchen, producing an almost impressing lack of results.

"Dammit.", she fumed just above a whisper, moving carefully to the counter in the dark. "Now where does that silly woman keep her flashlight? Probably doesn't even keep a- EEEEEEEEKK-!!!"

"Shut up, bitch!" Victoria's sharp voice threatened from behind as she suddenly held Janet, scared lifeless, by the throat while twisting her arm behind her back.

This was quite a confounding surprise and several explanations began to race for first place in her mind at once, ranging from the logical to the absurd. Before the checkered flag had a chance to fall, she was being forced deeper into the house with the help of another. As her confusion began to lift, she began to struggle, no longer concerned with the most likely explanation.

"Stop struggling, or you'll get hurt, blondie!" Reggie's voice jeered in her ear.

She let them push her down the hall and into their bedroom where her hands were hastily tied with soft rope to a ring and eyebolt in the ceiling. A bright spotlight created a cylinder of light beneath the eyebolt and, once she was secured with only the balls of her feet making contact with the floor, her accosters stepped back to the darkness around the illuminated cylinder where she couldn't see them.

"Uhh, okay, this is a joke,... right?"

"Would you listen to her yap? After I told her to shut up?"

"Maybe she needs the ball gag." Reggie offered.

Victoria giggled and answered, "I think that's a great idea, hon."

"V- Vicky,... what are you,...?

Reggie chuckled as they walked around her in the darkness, their voices coming from a different direction every time. It made Janet look around this way and that, her mouth partly open, still with some confusion and a little alarm, despite how strongly her rational mind insisted that she could trust Victoria.

Then one of them was putting said ball gag to her face and strapping it on. Now she was fighting again, although uselessly. They got their way and she hung there, wide eyed with a shiny red ball jacking her mouth open. When someone gave her a turn from behind, she lost her precarious footing and spun helplessly until her feet could slow her to a stop. A harsh laugh and a slap to her ass was her only reward, sending her off her footing again.

"To answer your little question, Mrs. Priss, Miss Martha Stewart worshiping, Oprah sucking, tea-totaling, high society bitch," her girlfriend derisively explained, "we are going to do whatever the hell we want to do. Does that meet with your approval, your royal highness?"

"Yeah.", Reggie chimed in. "Beg me not to use you like a sheep. Go on, beg!"

"Hon, she's wearing a ball gag, she can't. Duh!"

"Oh, whatever!", he retorted before they started grabbing at her skirt, yanking at it and her along with it until it was torn in front, revealing her new, white panties. (boy cuts, as inspired by Star) By the time they were done with it, only the waistband and some hanging scraps remained of her skirt. After that her breasts were grabbed and roughly handled before her top was ripped open, spilling her boobs out in a sexy little white bra, almost obscene considering the size of her bust.

She came to a rest as they must have been standing back, looking at their handiwork. She whined into her ball gag, breathing heavily through her nose while saliva leaked down her chin. Her eyes darted around the surrounding darkness, wondering from which direction the next assault might come and what it would be? Would they tear her bra and panties off?

These and other wild anticipations made her endangered panties even wetter. 

----- ----- ----- ----- -----

Being on home rotation was definitely a vacation for Tom Fulton, no matter the extra vacation time his union assured him each year. He knew that a lot of the guys that worked the rigs liked it out there, looked forward to getting back out on the platform in the middle of salt water nowhere and away from home, but he wasn't one of them, not anymore. This is not to say that he didn't derive satisfaction from his job in the manner that every professional does, simply that he felt he was getting a little old for the inherent risks involved in such a vocation. He'd always been aware of the risks, perhaps even got off on it in his younger day, as the others did, but two kids and a good woman at home changes things, makes a man ponder what he has coming, makes a man appreciate home and the vacation it always is when he's there.

Nonetheless, Tom and Janet Fulton had always had a long standing rule that allowed him to 'decompress'. He always rode to and from the airport in a taxi and alone, putting home away, or taking it out again during the ride for reasons that Janet only half understood.

Earlier, for example, in a bright yellow cab that the rain made all the brighter, he managed to put away the long, tense time he and seven others spent in the helicopter after the fuel pressure gauge had begun to slowly drop. They were past 'point of no return' in regards to fuel and weather wasn't favourable to survival, or a quick, open sea rescue. Everyone was fervently praying that it was an inaccurate reading, perhaps a faulty gauge as its needle dipped lower and lower.

Apparently, one of these must have been the problem, since they made it with no engine trouble whatsoever, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate this particular decompression time and it was just the type of thing Janet never heard about. Her job, after all, was to be the big part of the home that he worked for, to be his loving wife, the mother to their children and, more importantly, his stability in a life that held no promises. It made the greeting he'd always received when he came through the door of his home all the more valuable.

That he loved her, obviously, was not in question. It never was. He would even involve himself in some of the things she did, apart from running the house, to keep her mind off the fact that he was gone, actually attending PTA meetings and even going so far as to attend church with her.

And lately,...

He walked through the door and encountered his beautiful wife with her bright, loving smile. She wore a red, see through babydoll that was open in front, her breasts hanging so enticingly for him. He fixed her with one of his own and they kissed passionately. 

"I missed you, Jan."

"I missed you too, Tom. This rotation will be the best ever."

"You say that every time."

"Is she ever wrong?"

Tom looked around and smiled at Victoria in her schoolgirl uniform, skirt obscenely short, blouse unbuttoned and tied under her breasts, the middle of a too small, white push-up bra clearly visible in the open neck.

"Oh. You must be the new baby sitter?" he asked with an appreciative smile.

"Well, yes, but I'm afraid I've forgotten your children at their grandmother's house."

"That's not all she's done." Janet put in with a leer as Victoria gave Tom a quick hug. "Oh, she's been busy. Making all kinds of mistakes, getting into things she shouldn't, disobeying,... I've been wondering what to do with her. Perhaps you might have some ideas."

"Looks like you're in for some hard times, girly." Tom grinned, looking at that short skirt.

"You know I like it hard."

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"I'm telling you, they're not up there."

"How do you know?"

"Because, that's not where she'd hide them, that's why."

Erica rolled her eyes at his stupidity, standing on the chair and peering into the back of the uppermost shelf in the cupboard while Sam stood gazing defiantly around the kitchen. It was as if a magical, blinking neon sign could pop up out of thin air at any moment and tell him where their mother hid her car keys, Erica noted. 

Their parents were in Las Vegas again with the Sharpe's from next door for the long weekend and they were finally, she at age eighteen, he nineteen, trusted to look after the house in their absence. Of course, this was a mistake, the all out search for the elusive spare keys to their mother's car, this one cooperative venture, being merely the opening act in their separate personal ambitions for the weekend.

"Really? So, tell me, bright-boy: Where would Mom hide the spares?"

"Well, if I fuckin' knew that, I'd have them, wouldn't I?"

"So, since you obviously haven't a clue as to where they would be, you're really in no position to be saying where she wouldn't hide them, are you? OMG, you're so stupid."

"Yeah. You're dating Kyle Keuper. That's stupid."

"You're just too much of a creep to even know what women- hey, what's this?"

"You find them?" Sam asked hopefully.

"No, something else. A bottle."

"Booze?" he inquired, still hopeful.

"I don't think so."

"Well, keep moving, then. Don't waste time."

"I'm not the one standing around with my thumb up my ass, waiting for the keys to hop into my pocket." she replied irritatedly, looking at the dark bottle with the dropper built into the cap.

"I'm thinking." he said testily in his defense. "And just let me remind you, you're not the one with the driver's license, either."

"What is this?" Erica asked out loud, but more to herself than Sam.

"What's it say on the label, Einstein?"

"It doesn't have a label, pinhead.

Now she was standing straight, her head out of the cupboard and looking at the dark glass bottle Janet had hidden away up there about two years before, unopened, unused and un-necessary. 

In that time, its contents had undergone a curious chemical change, a result of long storage that the man who'd given the bottle to their mother couldn't have been aware of. Fermentation had increased the strength of the potion as it sat still and forgotten in the cool, dark cupboard for all those months until its eventual and quite unintended rediscovery.

Erica removed the cap and peered in. It seemed to be filled with a clear gel which gave off a very curious scent. Was it face cream? She wondered who applied face cream with a dropper and took a deep breath of the contents, the bottle under her nose.

" ... Whoa. Heh."

"What?" Sam asked, suddenly pouncing on the handle of a lower cupboard door.

"It's,...", she said, trailing off as she got down from the chair. 

She stood there, bottle in one hand, dropper cover in the other, watching him pull all of their mother's Tupperware out and to the floor, wondering what her brother was up to now. She took another deep sniff.

"Uh-hh-hh. Shivers. Mmmm. (giggle)"

"Fuck.", Sam swore at the empty cabinet. "I was thinking they might have fallen out of the back of the junk drawer and down into this cabinet."

"What's this, now?" Erica asked.

Sam looked up at her irritatedly, about to repeat himself when he stopped, mouth open on his first, unspoken word. She stood there in a pair of cut off, low rise, blue denim shorts and a yellow pullover with a collar and button up neck, holding a small bottle and its cover with a goofy smile on her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothin'. Check this out."

"What is it?"

"I told you, silly, I don't know."

"You alright?"

"Yeah!" she said, looking at him as though that was the craziest question she'd heard all year.

"Well, you seem a little,... whatever the fuck.", he said dismissively, deciding he didn't care anyway. "Let's see."

"Careful. Have you ever smelled anything like that before?"

"(Sniff)"

" ... I,... uhhh,..."

"I know. Take a nice deep sniff."

He did as directed, then jerked his head up, staring her in the eyes with a slightly startled expression on his face for a moment.

"Ohh. Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck! Heh, heh."

"Yeah, I know!" Erica replied.

Sam suddenly found himself looking at his sister differently, as if he'd just met her or something. He put the bottle on the counter and took a closer look, up and down. She was a shorter, brunette version of his mother with round hips and more than adequate breasts, pretty like his mother, too, but also with that upper class attitude he'd learn to sneer at around the house. But she seemed somehow more vivid, now. Or something. Whatever it was, it was making his dick rapidly harden.

"What?" asked Erica, trying not to giggle again. Her nipples felt incredible and her pussy lips were already spread and moistening. 

Her big brother, the slob, the jerk, stood there in his black jeans and undershirt, looking her up and down without answer. As she suddenly noticed the exciting hardon in his pants, he stepped closer and grabbed one of her breasts.

"Uhmmm,... what are you doing?", she asked with a casual smile, watching his hand as it freely groped her before he grabbed the other one as well.

"I'm feeling your tits. They're fuckin' nice."

"(giggle)" 

"Oh, my fuck, Erica,... You're so hot."

He attacked her nipples through her shirt and she gasped, glassy eyes half closing for a moment as he tweaked them deliciously. In his rush to free her breasts, he popped all the buttons on her shirt, tearing it open past the bottom one far enough to allow them out in the pink bra that confined them.

"Ooooh. Ohh, Sam.", she sighed as he freed them, peeling the cups down to suck on her nipples as she began to moan louder.

Her shorts were being unfastened, one of his hands reaching into the front of them as she spread her legs and watched her brother do some very fun things with her body, thinking maybe he wasn't such a bad guy at all.

"Ohhhhh, Sammy! I like to suck cock!" she blurted.

He couldn't believe it, but that admission actually made him harder, made him promise himself that he'd help her out with that as his hand went down her panties, finger going straight up between her lips and inside. She moaned louder, calling his name as her fingers danced franticly around his belt buckle.

She soon had his jeans undone and was pushing them down, going to her knees. She rubbed his throbbing member (bigger than Kyle's) over her face, licking it now and then as it passed, licking his balls and teasing for a short time before simply putting it in her mouth and sucking. Now he was the one groaning. She looked up at him and smiled at his condition and the power she had over him at that moment, enjoying the hard, yet soft feel of his cock in her mouth.

From there, they went to the living room, where Erica suggested that they take all their clothes off and where Sam pleasingly went along. He sat on the couch, she on her spread knees beside him, both of them breathing heavily and perversely getting each other off with their hands. Sam hungrily sucked her nipple, getting closer to orgasm as he played with her clit while fingering her, making her cry out louder and louder.

His balls felt suddenly swelled, seemingly as big as the beautiful tits he was kissing all over, ready and waiting to spill. He stood up on the couch, leaving her to play with herself as he plugged his stiff rod back into her mouth. 

As Erica swallowed blast after blast of her brother's hot, sticky seed to the gyrations of her own fantastic, squirting orgasm, neither one particularly cared about circumstances. Nor were circumstances a concern when he dumped his load into her pussy and ass time and time again that evening while she screamed for more and more, harder and harder, wishing Kyle were there too so she'd have two cocks, one to fuck and one to suck. 

The next morning, tired and sore, Erica awoke in her bed to find Sam inside of her, fucking her gently, rather than the hammering he'd given her the night before. She moaned and writhed, half stretching, feeling acutely this now familiar invader filling her so satisfyingly well and a strong, very curious drive, an important need to smell that wonderful scent from the mysterious blue bottle again,... 

End



The Payoff



"It was supposed to be a sure thing," complained Susie's husband, Paul. His voice still echoed in her head. "I had specific information. It was easy money." Of course it wasn't easy money. Gilded Ribbon faded down the stretch, just like Paul's dreams of cashing in on a five thousand dollar bet. Five thousand dollars they didn't have. 

"Where'd you get the money for that kind of a bet?" Susie asked. She knew that Paul placed an occasional wager. Usually on football games in the fall but betting on horse racing? That seemed so seedy and Susie feared that maybe her husband's gambling had turned into a real problem. 

"You don't have to have the money upfront when you use a bookie," Paul answered irritably. "He carries you for awhile." 

"What?" Susie asked. Her biggest fears were being confirmed. "Since when do you have a bookie?"

"A few months." Paul said dejectedly. 

"A few months?"

"Yeah. A few months." Paul had given up any pretense of being defiant and now just stared at the top of his shoes.

"You owe more than five thousand, don't you?" Susie said.

"Yes," Paul responded. His was voice barely above a whisper.

"How much?" 

For a moment, Paul fidgeted with his upper lip, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger before answering. " Seventy-five hundred," Paul finally answered.

"Seventy-five hundred?" Susie gasped. She felt as if she had just taken a blow to the stomach. "How are you going to come up with seventy-five hundred?" 

"Well, I could sell my car." Paul said.

"Ok. There's a thousand. Maybe." Susie's mind was reeling as she began mentally calculating the value of any and every possession of value that they owned which cold be quickly turned into cash. In the best case scenario, she could come up with about four thousand dollars. "How much timed do you have to pay off the bet?"

"He said he'd give me a week. Until next Friday." Paul said.

"Then what?" Susie asked.

"You don't want to know." Paul answered.

"What do you mean, I 'don't want to know'? Paul, it's about time I do know. What's the worse that could happen?"

Paul bit on his lip hesitantly. For the first time, Susie noticed the dark circles under his eyes and how pale his face had become. "Seventy-five hundred is a lot of money," Paul said. "In this guy's business they gotta collect someway. Otherwise they aren't in business for very long."

"What do you mean, 'they gotta collect someway'?"

Paul took a deep breath before answering. "I mean that I think they'll kill me."

"Oh God, Paul." Susie felt weak at the knees and lowered herself to the ground before she collapsed. "There's gotta be some other way. Who is this bookie?"

"His name is Jerome St. Croix. He's Jamaican. You met him once," Paul said. "Remember the black guy at the Dillaird's reception in March? Susie did remember. With his dark, curly hair, and athletic build, Jerome St. Croix had been quite the topic of speculative conversation in the women's powder room that evening.

"Yes, I do remember him." Susie said. He didn't seem like a monster to me then. Maybe he could be reasonable and we could work out a deal with him. You know, pay it off over a year or maybe even six months…"

"No," Paul said shaking his head. "You don't understand. The guy's a bookie. He's not selling furniture. It's a hard business.

"There's got to be something that can be done, Paul. Think. What are our alternatives?"

"Well, Paul began to speak and then stopped.

"What?"

Paul rubbed his forehead, before speaking. "He did say that you cold help pay off the bet." Paul said while keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Of course, I'll help pay off the bet," Susie said.

"Susie, you don't understand. I think he meant that you would be the payoff for the bet."

Even though Susie was angry with him, she allowed Paul to arrange a meeting between herself and St. Croix for the purposes of discussing how to settle the debt. It was still Susie's intention to find a more rational solution. Now as she sat in her car at the gated entrance off Jerome St. Croix's mountain estate, Susie's resolve began to wilt. It was all she could do not to turn the car around right there and flee. After taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her frayed nerves, Susie leaned out of the window and punched the intercom button on the keypad. "Yes?" A voice crackled in reply a moment later.

"I'm here to see Mr. St. Croix. I should have an appointment?" Susie said while looking into the camera mounted just to the side of the punch pad. Susie heard a series of clicks and then slowly the iron gate began to swing inward. As she approached the house, Susie was amazed at the array of exotic vehicles parked out front; cars so expensive she didn't even recognize their names. The gambling business must be very lucrative, She thought.

At the door, Susie was greeted by the largest black man she had ever seen. "Welcome, Miss." The man smiled broadly as he opened the door. His deep baritone voice was tinged by the sing-song accent of the Caribbean. "Mr. St. Croix is just finishing up a training session with the dogs. My name is Adam, I am Mr. St. Croix's butler, cook, body guard, and probably anything else you can think of," the big man said with a warm laugh. "He asked that you be made comfortable and he will be with you shortly. Adam led Susie into a grand living room, one wall of which was completely glass as it offered a breathtaking view of the entire valley below St. Croix's property. "May I get you something to drink, Miss?" A glass of wine, perhaps?"

"Uhm," Susie wavered. She knew that she needed to keep her wits about her, but a glass of wine may ease her tension. "Yes, a glass of wine would be wonderful," she said finally. The room was definitely decorated by a man; simple yet tasteful. The dominant color scheme of the room from the thick pile carpeting to the walls and even the expensive leather furniture was white. Susie walked to the wall of glass. The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees.

"It's quite impressive isn't it?" A voice said from behind her. Susie turned to see Jerome St. Croix leaning up against a white pillar. He wore a fleece jogging suit. His long hair was tied into a pony tail and a sheen of sweat glimmered on his forehead. "Please forgive my appearance," he said. "As Adam told you, I just finished a training session with my Labradors. It can be quite strenuous." St. Croix, with his broad shoulders and athletic build, was even more impressive than she remembered and Susie found his polite nature so incongruous with the monster who intended to have her husband killed for not paying off a gambling debt. Adam reappeared with a silver serving tray and two glasses of white wine. "Adam, would you bring a bottle please," requested St. Croix.

"Yes, Sir." Adam responded with the slightest of bows before quietly disappearing down the hall.

"Don't let his size fool you, Mrs. Lewis." St. Croix said. "I think the term 'gentle giant' was made with men like Adam in mind."

"He seems very nice," Susie agreed.

"Would you like to sit down?" St. Croix gestured to the couch. Susie sat down while St. Croix sank into the nearest overstuffed chair.

"I know that this situation must be difficult for you." St. Croix began after taking a sip of his wine.

"Yes, it is." Susie said. "Now, Mr. St. Croix, you seem like a very reasonable man. My husband made a mistake and we are willing to make arrangements to pay for that mistake. Now I was thinking that if you would allow us six months to …" Susie began to explain the words she had rehearsed in the car all the way here, but was interrupted by St. Croix. 

"Mrs. Lewis, first, please call me Jerome, and may I call you Susie?" He asked. Susie nodded her head. "Good. I know that your husband explained the nature of my business. The world of gambling is an ugly one, Susie. Filled with ugly people who do not think in reasonable terms. Reason is often interpreted as weakness and in my world the weak don't survive. To be honest with you, Susie, I am a very successful man. I am successful because I always get what I want and in this case what I want is you. Since I first saw you, months ago, I have put this plan in place to have you.

Susie was stunned by this revelation. "You mean to tell me, you cheated my husband so that he would be forced to allow you to have sex with me?"

"No. Your husband is not a very smart gambler. I simply allowed him to maker larger bets than he was able to cover. That is all. The outcomes of all the bets were straight up and honest."

"You sonofabitch!" Susie raised her hand to slap St. Croix across the cheek, but he caught her by the wrist in mid swing. 

"You just said you thought I am a reasonable man, and I believe I am," St. Croix said while still holding Susie by the wrist. "By the same token, I'd like to believe that you are a reasonable woman. These are the terms of my deal. You stay here and work for me, doing all and everything that I ask of you for the weekend, and I will consider your husband's debt paid off." St. Croix opened his hand, releasing Susie's wrist.

"And if I refuse?"

St. Croix shrugged. "He will have one week to come up with the seventy-five hundred. Just like any other client."

"What if he can't. Will you have him killed?" Susie's voice trembled.

"Understand, I do not make the rules for how this game is played. But I have to do what I have to do in order to be successful." With that said, St. Croix stood up. "For the inconvenience of forty eight hours, you can erase the mistakes of your husband, but the choice is yours. I am going to go upstairs and shower. Adam will come and get you in five minutes and either show you to your room, where you find a bath drawn and clothes laid out on the bed that I would like you to wear this evening, or he will show you to your car. Either way the choice is yours.

The sunken tub was surrounded by lavender scented candles, another glass of wine was poured and waiting on the edge of the tub along with a straight razor and can of shaving lotion. On the counter was a variety of body oils and lotions. Between the bath and wine, Susie felt herself begin to relax a little bit. Besides, her course was now decided; at least for the next forty-eight hours. 

On the bed was a black bra, matching thong panties, and a black cocktail dress. In the full length mirror that hung on the wall, Susie examined herself in the undergarments. Susie liked the way her ass looked in the thong. It accentuated her curves in a very sexy way. And her perfectly shaped C-cup breasts looked incredibly sexy in the matching sheer bra that was practically see through. Susie had to admit that even though repulsed by what she was about to do, a part of her was flattered and maybe even aroused by St. Croix. After all, this man could have his pick of women, and yet he had gone to so much trouble to get her and secretly she had always wondered what it would be like to fantasize about having sex with a black man.

When Susie reentered the living room, soft music was playing from unseen speakers. St. Croix, who was standing with his back to her turned as he heard her enter the room.

"Please sit down, Susie." St. Croix said, indicating the same couch as before. "I want to get to know you a little."

Susie nodded and sat on the sofa. Her stomach was churning and her pulse was racing from the fear she felt. All the relief from the bath had suddenly been washed away and replaced by the complete desire to run away from this. 

This time St. Croix sat beside Susie on the couch, close, but not touching her. The art of seduction was not a new thing for him and his plan was simple. He would court her, make her his own and he would go slowly. Over time, he had become the master of seduction. He understood these women - the married ones - and he love the dominance of taking them from their pathetic husbands.

For a w minutes they just talked. St. Croix entertained Susie with stories from his childhood spent growing up on a small impoverished island in the Caribbean. His stories, while on initially humorous adventures of a young island boy, gradually became more heart wrenching as he delved beyond his usual pat seduction stories and actually told Susie of watching his father being executed in his own front yard in front of his family. Jerome remembered his mother begging for his father’s life on her hands and knees in the dirt. 

As St. Croix continued to talk, and the alcohol flowed, a changed came over Susie. She was no longer sitting defensively with her hands folded protectively across her chest. While St. Croix relived the horror of his childhood, Susie turned her body toward him; their knees almost touching. At one point, as St. Croix struggled to recall the details of his father’s brutal execution, Susie even reached out and stroked his shoulder tenderly. 

St. Croix was amazed by himself as well. He had told this story before, of course. So many times it seemed to lose its sense of reality; like it had happened to some other family. But now, with this woman, those childhood memories seemed real again and with them the pain. At one point, St. Croix became genuinely overcome by the emotion of the mental image of his father kneeling in the dirt that was their front yard. Chickens that St. Croix, himself tended, roamed oblivious to the horror playing out next to them even while St. Croix’s father knealt with his hands tied behind his back and a pistol positioned at the base of his scull. His father stared straight ahead, stone faced, even as his wife pleaded to the soldiers – offering herself in her husband’s place. Even up to the final moment, St. Croix’s father defied the government soldiers and refused to grovel for his own life. 

Susie cried softly as St. Croix finished his tale and it was in that moment of weakness that he leaned over and covered her mouth with his own. Gently at first, almost thankfully, their lips touched and then with more urgency his tongue slid inside her mouth.

With only the briefest hint of hesitation, Susie allowed herself to be swept away in the wake of St. Croix’s heated passion.

While maintaining their fevered embrace, Susie found her hand sliding down St. Croix’s torso to where his raging erection lay encumbered by his pants.

Susie ran her hand curiously over the monstrous bulge. Of course she had heard the stories of the black man’s endowment, but this was the real thing and it was more than she had ever even fantasized about.

As they continued to kiss, Susie’s hands shook nervously as she fumbled with the buckle of St. Croix’s belt before finally getting it undone. She unzipped his pants and to her surprise, St. Croix wasn’t wearing underwear allowing his big dark cock to spring free from it’s confines.

Susie gasped in amazement at the size of St. Croix’s dick. Even as St. Croix continued trying to kiss her, Susie couldn’t keep her eyes off the dark snake. Giving up, St. Croix leaned back against the couch, content to watch this white woman as she explored what was obviously her first black cock.

“Do you like that?” St. Croix asked as Susie reached out and ran her finger over the glistening bulbous shaped head. His penis twitched eagerly at her touch.

“I…I…do,” Susie said breathlessly. “But it is just so BIG!”

“Is that a bad thing?” St. Croix laughed. 

Susie continued to stare; her face a mixture of fascination and obvious arousal as her hand , unable to completely encircle the girth of St. Croix’s shaft, began to slowly stroke his cock.

“Why don’t you stand up,” St. Croix suggested as he pulled her hand away from his swollen member. 

Susie obediently stood up and took a place in front of St. Croix who quickly shed his pants and silk shirt so that he sat in front of her completely naked. She drank in a lustful eyeful of St. Croix’s sculpted body as he hit a button on the stereo remote and the mournful sound of John Coltrane’s saxophone filled the room.

“Dance for me,” St. Croix instructed. His eyes roamed hungrily over her body even as it was still covered by the cocktail dress. 

The effects of the alcohol seemed to make time slow down as Susie began slowly swaying her hips back and forth to the music. She let her hands explore the curves of her body as the music seemed to drive her to a new level of sensuality. As she felt herself slipping away on the rhythms of the music, she couldn’t help but notice St. Croix fondling himself appreciatively.

“Take off your dress,” St. Croix whispered as one hand cupped his ample testicles while the other slowly slid up and down on the shaft of his cock. 

Susie had never felt more aroused than she did at this moment. Slowly she slipped the left strap of her dress off her shoulder and then the right. The dress clung for a moment on her firm breasts before slipping to the floor leaving her standing in front of St. Croix in only her thong, bra and high heeled shoes. 

“Ohhh,” St. Croix sighed appreciatively. “Damn, you look good.” 

Strangely, she felt an incredible sense of empowerment from St. Croix's obvious arousal. With one foot she pushed the crumpled dress out of the way and pivoted around so that the man could see her backside. Susie had the kind of ass that drove black men crazy. It was round, without being fat. It had the perfect heart shape to it.

Susie knew she had a good figure and while she normally didn't wear clothing that showed it, this felt good to her. She knew she was exciting this man and that gave her a feeling she was unaccustomed to. It was thrilling for her. 

"Now the bra, Susie." She heard the voice say from behind her. "Take off the bra and let me see your white titties." Susie reached behind her undid the clasp of the bra before shaking her shoulders to get the bra to fall onto the floor along with her dress. She was aware of her nipples that were almost painfully erect. Running her hand over her tits, Susie pinched her nipples and felt a wave of pleasure flow to her pussy. 

"Now get rid of the panties, Susie," St. Croix said his voice husky from the excitement he was feeling. "I want to see your white bare pussy."

Slowly she complied, swaying and moving to the beat of the primitive sounding drum. She turned and let him see the tiny strips of material cross the cheeks of her butt. When the thong had bee removed she slowly turned back to St. Croix and stood before him completely unclothed except for the shoes.

"Come here," he said, his voice much deeper. Susie took the three steps it took to stand directly in front of him. "Lean down and kiss me," he ordered.

When she did, he took both of her swaying breasts in his hands and gently rolled the nipples, causing her to moan into his mouth. St. Croix released one pebble like nipple and ran his hand down between her legs. She was moist; he knew she was his.

St. Croix motioned for Susie to kneel in front of him as he continued stroking his cock. "Take my cock in you hand, Susie." He said firmly. Use two hands if you wish." Susie reached out with a hand that was shaking and took the coal black tube. It was hot to the touch and alive with energy and larger than any penis she had ever seen. "Do you like it, Susie?" St. Croix asked softly.

Susie didn't answer, but managed to convey her appreciation for his manhood by moving her hand up and down.

"I want you to kiss it," St. Croix said using one large hand to move her head closer. "Kiss the tip of my cock."

Part of Susie wanted to scream "No!" but her head kept moving toward the giant phallus as if it had a mind of it's own. She gave the very tip a quick peck and pulled back almost as if she expected it to strike. The she leaned forward and kissed the purple head again, this time for a longer period, and soon she was licking the head and the shaft. Then she opened her mouth and put the head inside. 




The Payphone



Midnight on a Friday. You're at a payphone outside a restaurant. It's dark. It's hot. The air is thick with humidity. You're there to check in with me.

You're wearing next to nothing. You've been drinking, so you're feeling relaxed. The heat is making you sweat. The sweat traces the outline of your nipples. They're hard. They're clearly visible. So delicious....

As we talk, you glance over your shoulder to see a group of five guys coming out of the restaurant. They're handsome - early 20's, attractive, dressed in khaki's and button down shirts. They notice you.

They're waiting for a cab to take them back to their hotel. You see them staring at you, talking. I ask you what's happening. You say that a couple of them are approaching you. Mmmmm. I reach down and unzip my jeans. I listen.

They ask you who you're talking to. "I'm on hold", you say. They ask you stupid questions. You give them stupid answers. Their eyes travel up and down your body, stroking you as I begin to stroke my cock.

"What are you up to tonight", one of the boys asks. He's cute, preppy. He looks to be about 22; he's in good shape - very clean-cut. He looks like a little rich boy. He is.

You're not sure what you're going to do, you say. You have no definate plans. You hear my voice whisper into your ear... ."Ask them why they want to know".

You ask. They tell. They're staying at a hotel down the road. They were just wondering if you'd be interested in coming back to the hotel with them - just to hang out, they say. They have this great suite - a nice bar. The hotel has a nice hot tub that's open real late.

"What do you think I am?", you say teasingly. They get nervous and begin apologizing to you. "Oh, it's not like that", they say. "We're not psycho's or anything like that. It's just that.....well, you're very pretty. We've been stuck in training all day. We're kind of sick of it just being the five of us."

"And how do I fit in?", you ask.

"Well, we'd just like to have you come back to the hotel, hang out for a while, drink with us, and then - when you want to leave, we'll hail you a cab".

You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. "I don't know", you say.

"Please", they say. "We won't bite". Again, you hear my voice....... "Tell them that you're old enough to be their mother, but then smile". You tell them and they ask again.

"Ok", you say. I hear the cab pull up. I hear them getting in. I hear them call to you to come get in. "Where will I sit?", you ask. I hear the boy say "You can sit on my lap".

You hang up the phone. My mind races. My heart quickens. My cock is hard in my hand. I get up and go to the window. It's hot in my room. I look up at the moon and close my eyes. I see you sitting on this stranger's lap. I see you in your short dress. I see it hiked up. I see them stealing glances at your bare thighs. I feel them getting hard. I feel how incredibly hot it must feel in the backseat of that cab. Mmmmmm.

An hour passes. The phone rings. It's you.

You've been drinking in their hotel suite with them. I can hear the drunkenness in your voice. You tell me that you're sitting on the couch. I ask you where they are in relation to you.

Two of them are on the couch with you, on opposite sides, you say. Mmmmm. Two of them are sitting on the bed and one in a chair. "Ohhhhh", you sigh. "They're kissing my neck". I hear you kiss one of the boys. I hear the sound of lips on lips, lips on skin. You tell me that the two on the couch are unzipping their pants....they're taking out they're... "Ohhhhh, god" you moan. You tell me how they're hands are under your .... "Ohhhhh".

You tell me how they're undressing you. You tell me how they've all stepped out of they're clothes - you're all naked. You tell me how they're sucking your breasts, kissing and licking their way down your body. You tell me how their fingers are inside you.

I listen as you tell me how one of the boys is on his knees. "Mmmm", you sigh. He's eating your pussy. The two boys from the bed are standing next to him, with their cocks rubbing all over your face. I hear them rub against the phone. The kid to your left is licking and kissing your ear and neck. The boy to your right is busy with your nipples.

I listen to you suck both their cocks into your mouth - at the same time. I listen and whisper into your ear. I ask you if you're enjoying your new friends. I tell you to treat them to a good time. "Ohhh, I'm coming" I overhear. I hear the other kid say the same thing. I hear them tell you to tilt your head back and open your mouth wide - to stick out your tongue. I close my eyes and see them cum into your mouth. I see it splash your lips and dribble down your chin.

I hear you cum. I hear the boy sucking you deeper into his mouth. I hear you cry out.

"Get on your knees and face the couch", one of them instructs. You can't say no. The two guys on the couch sit close together and tell you to suck their dicks. You do.

You tell me how the other boys are taking turns fucking you from behind. I hear their balls slapping against your ass. I hear them spanking you with every thrust.

I close my eyes again and see the two guys cum in your mouth. I see you swallow and lick your lips. "Mmmmm", you say. I hear them tell you to get up. They call you over to the bed. They tell you to bend down over the edge of the bed. You feel the sheets beneath your breasts.

"Mmmm. You are such a delicious black whore", one of them says. "We're not done with you yet". You don't say a word. You can't think. I hear the one man say "Do you like to be fucked in the ass?". You can't speak.

"You love it, don't you?".

"Ohhhhh", you let out. He tells you this time: "We're going to fuck your ass, one by one. You want that, don't you? You want to feel us deep inside you".

Finally, without thinking it, you reply "Yessssssss". "We can't hear you. What did you say?".

"Yesssss. Oh, god. Fuck my ass. Ohhhhhhhh".......

I sit in the darkness of my room and listen to you taking these boys deep and hard. I listen to you moan. I listen to you grunt. I listen to you beg for more. I listen to them pounding into you. I listen to them spanking you. I hear each of them cum all over the back of your ass. I hear you tell me how you're rubbing the white cum into your skin. You love the thick creaminess of this lotion.

I listen to you wish me goodnight. Just before you hang up, I hear you say to them "Ohhhhh. Who's next?".