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You Are What You Are

By: MeanDickGreen



You are what you are. That's just the way it is. There's no changing it, there's no fixing it and there's no escape.

We all put on an act for the rest of the world, of course, and that usually gets us by, but the best of times are those when what we are really works, and right now, as I glared down at her and saw the fear in her eyes... I was having a very good time indeed.

It had been easy to get in. Her husband had been all too happy to give up the garage opener.

"He's a fucking idiot and he's kind of got a gambling problem," my buddy Sammy had sarcastically informed me on the phone with giddy delight, "We're into him for a solid hundred G's plus we got him on tape with Gracie. Ernie roughed him up a bit, stripped him down and squeezed his balls, gave him the treatment. Gets em every time. He couldn't give it up fast enough, old lady and all."

There's another immutable fact of nature... There's no accounting for taste. You like what you like and, as always, Sammy had my number.

"She's fucking perfect," he gloated, knowing he was going to soak me for some serious cash, "Just what you always wanted, blond, petite and cute as hell. She used to be a gymnast, championship caliber in fact, till her boobs got too big, and get this... She's a PK married to a preacher. I'd bet a sawbuck she's only had the one stick in her whole life and all he's got is a twig. Doesn't get any better than that."

He was right of course, Sammy always did know his stuff and I was almost salivating just looking at her, but I had a job to do first. I had worn black just because it was more intimidating and I could have brandished a knife, but that would have been cheating, not that I would have minded, but in this case I didn't need to. 

All I needed was to be myself, plus I was twice her size. She didn't stand a chance and she knew it, but she gave it a try anyway.

"Who are you!" she barked, halfheartedly, as she turned around from in front of the kitchen sink and saw me standing there.

"Jason Michael Wheeler," I gladly informed her, throwing her off guard and scaring her even more before delivering another little blow, "and you are Molly Blankenship."

"What do you want?" she asked, her head now spinning furiously, trying to figure out what to do.

"You know what I want," I answered, confirming her worst fears with my eyes as much as with my words.

"You'd better get out of here," she tried, for the last time.

"You know that's not going to happen and you need to be careful about your attitude," I informed her menacingly, although inwardly I was having to hide my enjoyment.

Now not knowing what to do, she was like the proverbial deer in the headlights as I walked around the center food preparation table and approached until I towered over her. 

Slowly reaching out and taking a fistful of her hair, which she kept in a cute little pixie cut, also much to my liking, I bent her head back slightly, leaned close to her face and gained her final submission.

"Do we understand each other, Molly?"

Nodding her head slightly in assent, I wasn't satisfied and took it a step further.

"Say it!" I whispered.

"Yes, I understand," she answered, looking into my eyes as I held her there for a long moment before letting go.

"Good!" I cheerfully replied, again throwing her off, "Get you purse and your car keys, we're going for a ride."

"In case you're wondering, we're going to my place," I informed her after we were out of the house and on the road with me behind the wheel, "I believe we have until tomorrow evening late before your husband comes home. By the way, this car of yours is a real clunker, you deserve better. We're going to have to do something about that."

Not asking any questions, I could see she was thinking about ways in which she might facilitate an escape or draw someone's attention to her plight, but once again my confident and casual attitude made her think the better of it and we rode the rest of the way in silence, not speaking again until I had taken her into my house and carefully set all the alarms.

"Drink?" I asked casually, leaving her to look around as she pleased while I busied myself at the wet bar.

"I don't drink," she coldly and sarcastically informed me, but gave in when I offered her a soda instead, "You're ever so kind."

Her fear only somewhat subsided, I took a seat in my favorite chair and watched her as she walked about the room looking at the pictures and so forth for a while, knowing she was looking for clues and information and a possible escape route, but I wasn't worried. 

I had all the bases covered. She was mine now. Her life as she had known it was over, she just didn't know it yet. 

Waiting until she had satisfied her curiosity and finally returned to stand in front of me, I treated her to act two of her personal little drama. 

"Alright, let's get to it, take off your clothes," I ordered, already almost beside myself with lust, but, nevertheless, fully in control and determined to extend my enjoyment to the fullest extent and in every detail, "all of them."

Knowing she had no choice and realizing simply by my demeanor that it would be even worse if she protested, she slowly and silently began to comply as my hormones inwardly raged.

Folding her clothes and neatly placing them on the arm of a nearby chair in order to delay as much as possible, she paused slightly as she was finally left with nothing on except her bra and panties, but looking into my eyes and receiving no reprieve, she slowly removed them as well, being very careful to cover herself as best she could all along the way with her hands.

"Put your arms down," I ordered, when she was done, "Let me get a look at you."

Waiting as a long moment passed in which she couldn't quite bring herself to do as I wished, I gave her a little bit of my special brand of encouragement.

"Look, I warned you before about making mistakes. Besides, I told you, come tomorrow night you're going to be safely tucked away in that cozy little home of yours, safe and sound and no worse for wear. Now do it."

Watching her eyes grow moist as she fought the urge to cry, I was enjoying myself immensely as she slowly lowered her arms and afforded me the spectacle of her total nudity, and once again I couldn't believe my good fortune. 

I had to hand it to Sammy. She WAS perfect. It was easy to see why she had been good at gymnastics. She wasn't exactly a fireplug, but she was head to toe solid, which, as I said before, was much to my taste, and the rest of the package had me practically salivating as well.

Jutting out proudly from her chest, her boobs were of the classic teardrop shape and were adorned by the most perfectly round and perfectly centered areola's I had ever seen and her nipples were thick and long and pointed straight out.

Her beaver was thick and hid her pussy, but it didn't matter, I would take care of that immediately.

"The bathroom is down the hall, you'll find what you need to shave your pussy and don't dally, if I have to come get you, you'll be sorry.

Mixing myself a drink at the wet bar and feeding my lust with a couple of good shots of whiskey, I was pleased to learn she had heeded my warning and had accomplished her task forthwith, but I was more than amazed when she once again stood naked before me.

Without a doubt she had the biggest pussy I had ever seen, but also the most beautiful, again depending on what you like.

Her outer labia were at least three sizes too big for her and completely obscured her clit and inner lips, extending well out and well down between her legs, leaving only the crack between them which formed the cutest dimple where it met her robust and well defined pubis.

"Turn around, let me look at you," I ordered, forcing her to do so several times, first to simply enjoy her horror at having to exhibit herself , but even more than that, I wanted some time to simply marvel at her last, but not least important feature.

Not only did she have beautiful tits and more pussy than you could cover with your hand, without a doubt she had the perkiest most well rounded ass that the human genome is capable of producing... and I couldn't wait any longer to put a paddle to it.

"Come on," I ordered, rising from my chair and putting one hand on her shoulder.

Escorting her through a nearby door and into another room, she immediately reacted just as I knew she would and flew into a full-fledged panic as she saw the hideous device in front of her.

Having formerly been a weight lifting machine, I had carefully modified it to fit my needs and now, to my delight and Molly's great dread, it was going to serve a quite different purpose.

Consisting of three simple horizontal bars, one for her ankles and one for her waist, there was also a third horizontal bar higher up and slightly forward for her wrists. 

Both the ankle and waist bars were well padded while the high bar was bare, but the already attached leather wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the ping pong paddle hanging by a simple hook from the center of the high bar left no doubt about what was going to happen.

"NO! Please!" she cried desperately after she had figured it out and quickly tried to bolt, forcing me to once again grab her by the hair of her head and propel her briskly up against the waist bar and, in spite of her best efforts, I quickly had both her ankles and wrists securely fastened in place.

Now taking my time as she continued to plead, I carefully went about the most enjoyable business of adjusting her position to my complete satisfaction. 

First moving the sliding cuff fasteners outward until both her ankles and wrists were at shoulder width, I then carefully adjusted the positions of all three bars with some hand cranks I had engineered myself, finally positioning her exactly as I wanted. 

Stretched tight with her feet well off the floor and her body bent only slightly over at the waist, she was hanging by her wrists, with the waist bar only serving to push her bottom out a ways... all the better to serve my purpose.

"No! No! No! Please!!" she continued to plead, much to my delight, as I finally removed the ping pong paddle from the high bar and prepared to use it, "No! Please! I'll do whatever you want! Please!"

Paying no attention to her cries for mercy, I took another long moment to admire the magnificent view of her pussy looming large between her legs before setting a small egg timer I had bought especially for the occasion to five minutes and went to work.

Administering only to her right buttock and with only enough force to sting, I adopted my favorite method of moderately paced strokes in perfect rhythm. I wanted her to know exactly when the next blow was coming and not be able to do anything about it, thereby greatly increasing her sense of helplessness.

Eliciting a yelp with each blow from the very first, within two minutes she was crying and begging, as much from the shock of it all as from the pain, but by the time the five minutes were up she was bawling and begging plenty so I had to give her about another ten minutes before she settled back down.

I did however, carefully hang the ping pong paddle back on its little hook so she would be well aware of it.

Her grace period over and seeing me once again retrieve the paddle, she also once again began to plead for mercy, but had to endure another five minutes of stinging pain as I informed her that what was good enough for one buttock was also good enough for the other.

Now having to give her a full quarter hour to recover, I used the time to enjoy the sight and sounds of her squirming and bawling from behind... and what a behind it was, its fresh bright rose color only enhancing my enjoyment. I also took great delight in another few minutes to enjoy the show her big pussy put on from behind as it so closely resembled another set of buttocks below the first one.

I also resolved to one day take a paddle to it as well, but that would have to wait.

Satisfied she was ready to get some more, I was once more treated to her pleas for mercy, but there was going to be none of that and as quickly as I had ruined her whole day, I just as quickly began to change her whole life.

Using the same rhythm as before, I now made every blow a profoundly painful experience and her bawling and begging quickly transformed into absolute howling and abject pleas for mercy that, of course, also went thoroughly unheeded.

Unable to do anything more than squirm due to being so tightly stretched across the waist bar, the only release available to her was to lift her head and scream and howl and twist her feet and wring her hands and all of that she did in abundance.

Applying the paddle to every part of her bottom several times over, I enjoyed myself immensely, but the most exquisite part of all was when I took special care to concentrate on the most sensitive area where her cheeks met the top of her thighs, and it was during those times that her desperate howls filled the room with their piteousness and brought me a huge amount of pleasure.

Over and over again she howled and screamed and cried until she was exhausted, but even then the pain drove her to keep on doing so continuously for almost ten minutes until finally the inevitable happened and she was broken.

Restoring the paddle to its hook, I resumed my chair and enjoyed her misery for the next three quarters of an hour until she had once more settled down to the continuous whimpering and soft crying stage, whereupon I retrieved the paddle and promptly went back to work.

"No! No! No! Please! Please no! No more, Please! I'll do whatever you want. Really I will. Anything! Anything at all!" she begged and pleaded, but there was to be no reprieve as I had one more thing I wanted to accomplish.

"Of course you will," I calmly agreed with her, but I want more than that. I want enthusiasm. We are going to be very intimate, you and I, and I want to know that's what you want more than anything else in the world."

"I do! I will! I do! I do! I want to!!" she began begging, but by then I was already behind her and giving it to her as hard as ever.

Continuing on for another ten minutes until I knew the time was right, I finally hung the paddle up for the last time and gave her a full hour to recover and contemplate her situation before once again approaching her directly from the front for the first time.

Placing my hand on her cheek to comfort her, I was both pleased and gratified as she eagerly began kissing my hand and then, desperate for my approval, began licking my palm. Pushing forward with her head and turning it about however appropriate as I held it up for her, I let her continue licking my hand for a few moments before finally sticking my middle finger in her mouth.

Now as eagerly as ever, she immediately wrapped her lips around my finger and began stroking and licking it until her imagination kicked in a little more and she added sucking to her licking and stroking, all the while looking into my eyes, signaling her desire to please me.

"You're going to suck my dick," I informed her.

"Ummm Hummm! Ummmm! Ummm Hummm!" she eagerly agreed, now stroking and sucking even more vigorously.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before, and don't lie?" I inquired.

"Ummm Ummm!" she responded, almost in a squeal, afraid I wouldn't like her negative answer.

"But you're going to learn," I said.

"Ummm Hummm! Ummmm! Ummm Hummm!" she desperately agreed, also nodding her head as much as she was able while still administering to my finger.

"You're going to be the best cock sucker in town."

"Ummmmm! Ummmm Hummmm!"

Reaching forward with my free hand, I began fondling each breast in turn for a few moments as I went through a list of things.

"Theses tits belong to me now."

"Ummm Hummm! Ummm! Ummm Humm!"

"Your pussy belongs to me."

"Ummmmmmm! Ummmm Hummmm! Ummmm!"

"You're going to fuck like a little bunny."

"Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Hummmmm! Ummmmmm!"

"You're going fuck like a shameless little bunny."

"Ummmmmmm! Ummmm! Hummm! Ummmmmmmm!"

Finally removing my finger from her mouth I leaned even closer for my grand finally.

"From now on, you're going to exactly as I tell you to do and you're going to make my happiness the most important thing in your life."

"Yes! Yes! I will! I will! Everything! Exactly! I swear!" she responded, nodding her head emphatically as she did so, "Everything! Whatever you want! I swear!"

As I said before, the best of times are those when what you are really works for you, but there's also a little secret to it, you have to know when to not go too far.

I had broken her, but only to an extent, just enough to get what I wanted for now. The rest of what I wanted depended on her not being completely broken. That wouldn't be any fun whatsoever.

"Good," I offered, as we stared into each others eyes, "and listen to me now, Molly. If need be, there is always plenty more where that came from."

Receiving an involuntarily whimper as her response, I could see the gratitude in her eyes as I began turning the crank to release her from the machine and shortly thereafter I escorted her back into the living room, eager to get on with it. I was going to fuck her but good, but I was going to fuck with her first.

"I'm sure you saw the hot tub when you went to the bathroom," I pointed with my chin as I busied myself at the wet bar once again, "The water is going to be nice and cool. Go ahead and get in. It'll make you feel better, I'll be there in a minute."

Gratified to see her turn and head down the hall without protest, I went about the business of selecting a fruity wine suitable for a non-drinker and filled a bucket with ice for the little "getting to know each other" party we were going to have and then sat back in my easy chair to give both her and the wine time to chill.

I was certainly looking forward to getting my big dick into that big beautiful pussy of hers, but I knew that was going to have to wait for a little bit.

"Go ahead and drink it," I offered, as I joined her in the hot tub a few minutes later and handed her a glass of wine, "It's not really drinking if it's medicinal. Go ahead and drink it down, It'll make you feel better."

Taking the glass without comment, she surprised me by finishing off the wine in only a few big gulps and didn't hesitate when I refilled it.

"You know, I think you're just about the prettiest girl I've ever seen," I offered, after giving her a few moments to settle in.

"Thanks," she responded politely, but I could tell it was only out of her obligation to keep me happy.

"No, really," I insisted, now getting her to really look at me for the first time since we had gotten in the tub, "I mean it. I think you are an incredibly attractive and desirable woman."

"Is that why you're doing this?" she asked, challenging me, but I could tell she genuinely appreciated the comment, even though she tried to hide it.

"Yes," I answered, truthfully, "I couldn't help myself."

"Do you always just take what you want?" she asked.

"No, not always," I answered, "just the things I don't feel I can do without, things I can be passionate about."

"So I am just another one of your things?" she asked, now getting bolder and also scolding me, but I didn't mind as I knew she was also fishing for a compliment, something I realized she seemed to need.

"Don't get smart," I warned, "but it's a legitimate question, so I will answer it. Of course you are not a thing. You are what you are and I am what I am, and what I think you are is exquisite. I think everything about you is beautiful, the kind of beauty that comes from within, the kind of beauty that is an essence, if you will."

"You're teasing me," she declared, backing down, but still holding a little of her own ground, "You don't even know me. We've never even met before."


You Are What You Are Ch. 02



Bouncing up and down in her seat with the bumps in the road and her hair blowing fiercely in the wind, Molly was racing along in her brand new hot pink Jeep at the speed limit, but her mind was racing at the speed of light ... just as it had since the very first moment she had met Jason.

After returning home on Thursday she had reluctantly complied with his demand that she always be naked from the waist down. She had hated it and she had hated it even worse when, for the first time ever, she'd had to suck Frankie's dick and swallow his spunk, but she was grateful that at least it hadn't taken long and she was quickly able get back to her own thoughts.

"I'm going to make him pay ... big time," Molly swore to herself.

There was also something else that Molly realized was keeping her from doing anything rash ... Jason. She was scared to death of him, but at the same time, she was fascinated by him.

It was Jason, after all, who had given her the experience of a lifetime, he had given her an orgasm, bunches of them, more even than she could count, and she realized she really liked orgasms. She hated Jason, but she loved sex, more than she had ever thought possible.

She almost cringed every time she thought about how enthusiastic she had become that second day, eagerly lifting her legs and guiding his dick into her pussy and then howling her head off as he fucked hell out of her. She also hated the fact that she couldn't keep from grunting and groaning and urging him on, but that's the way it was.

Even when he would purposely back off and fuck her ever so slowly, she couldn't help but continue moaning and groaning and grunting and crying out and kicking her legs about with every stroke or push or grind.

She couldn't get enough and Jason had made her dance on the end of his dick like a shameless slut. Over and over he had made her howl ... time after time and hour after hour until she could barely move.

So there it was. She hated Jason, she hated sucking his dick and she was deathly afraid of him, but there was also something else about him, even apart from the sex ... she also liked him. 

He was fun to be with and worst of all, she couldn't shake the fact that, more than anyone she had ever met ... he made her feel good about herself. He listened to her. He was interested in her and she found it intoxicating.

:)

"Oh! Honey! You've never been naked in front of people have you!" the cheerful and flamboyantly gay Jean Paul exclaimed after he had escorted Molly to a dressing room and casually shown her where to put her clothes, only to be confronted by her sudden tears.

"No," whimpered Molly, as she wiped the tears from her cheeks with one hand.

"Well, I can tell you're a fine lady," he kindly assured her, "You'll do fine."

"Ladies don't go naked in public," countered Molly, despairing almost to panic.

"Oh, my, Honey! Who told you that! Of course they do!" laughed Jean Paul, giving her a little reassuring hug, "Come on now, let's have a look at you."

Reluctantly complying with his wishes, Molly finally stood in front of him, carefully covering herself with her hands for a long moment until Jean Paul's warm and assuring smile prompted her to drop her arms to her sides and reveal herself for his appraisal.

"Oh! Molly! My word, girl!" declared Jean Paul, using her name for the first time, "Aren't you just the cutest thing! I swear!"

"I don't have any hair," Molly softly cringed, "and my pussy is too big."

"Oh! Honey!" With a big laugh," What you have deserves to be seen! Trust me, Molly! You are lovely, perfectly lovely! And that pussy of yours is just about the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen! Trust me, if I had a pussy, and I certainly wish I did, I would want it to be just like yours."

Not saying anything or knowing what to do, but somehow comforted by Jean Paul's assurances and the humor inherent in his attitude, Molly didn't have any more time to think about it before Jean Paul sprang into action.

"Come on now, come with me," he instructed, placing his hands on Molly's shoulders and urging her toward the door, "There's something I want to show you."

"Are there people out there?" asked Molly, fearfully.

"Yes, of course, but they're all busy and they've seen it all before," declared Jean Paul, "No one is going to pay any attention."

Allowing herself to be ushered into the main studio, Molly quickly looked around to see it was just as Jean Paul had said it would be with the dozen or so artists busily preparing their materials and supplies and not paying her any attention other than two or three who glanced up at her only momentarily before assuming their preparations.

"Perhaps you know who she is?" asked Jean Paul, as he began walking her along the walls of the studio, which was covered with past works and pointing to one in particular which Molly recognized as a famous actress.

"Yes," confirmed Molly, surprised.

"And who said a fine lady never goes naked," teased Jean Paul, "There never was a finer lady than her. I can tell you that for sure. She was also one of my finest models."

Walking Molly around the perimeter of the studio, Jean Paul continued his tour, showing her drawing after drawing, many of them famous women who had worked and posed for him through the years and each one naked as the day she was born.

Glancing quickly back and forth from the portraits to the artists every time she got a chance, Molly slowly began to get at least a little more comfortable as she could tell the artists weren't gawking at her as she had imagined would happen. They had all looked at her she was sure, but only in the same way that everyone see's everything around them.

At one point she even caught the eyes of one of the artists as he glanced up to look at her, but he simply smiled casually and went back to what he was doing. She had forced herself to give her own matching return smile, although it was one of her best acting jobs ever.

Molly began to realize Jean Paul's studio was very much indeed a high class endeavor and part of a very exclusive world ... a world Molly had never even really thought about. Certainly a world she had never thought she would ever touch in any way.

"All these drawings, Molly, what do you notice about them?" asked Jean Paul, bringing her out of her momentary personal thoughts and back into the present, "Think carefully, what is it about them all? What do they all have in common? What is the theme?"

Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to concentrate, Molly formed the only conclusion she could think of and hoped for the best, "They all tell a story."

"Ohhh! Molly! Honey!" enthused Jean Paul, "Jason said you were very smart! He wasn't kidding! Well! done!"

"You know Jason well, then?" inquired Molly, as casually as she could.

"Oh Honey," declared Jean Paul, "Jason owns this place. If it wasn't for him I would have gone broke a long time ago. I'm really good at art, but business ... not so much."

"So if it wasn't for Jason, you would never have hired me," declared Molly, realizing she already liked Jean Paul, perhaps because she felt he too was also at Jason's mercy, "Sorry."

"You listen to me carefully now, Molly," replied Jean Paul, suddenly shifting his tone as he took both of Molly's hands in his and spoke more softly, "The truth is I would hire an ugly bulldog and swear it was a butterfly if Jason told me to, but then, you're hardly an ugly bulldog now are you."

"I guess not," offered Molly, smiling weakly.

"Really, Molly, I mean it," continued Jean Paul, "You're perfectly fine and I think you'll make a great model, but in all candor, I really would appreciate it if you would do your best."

"You have my word," replied Molly, "but you have to do something for me ... just between you and me."

"And what would that be?" asked Jean Paul, now clearly ready for some awful caveat.

"You have to teach me how to be a lady," replied Molly, "How to be more sophisticated."

"Oh, Molly," replied Jean Paul, more sincerely than ever as he gave her a hug and then looked straight into her eyes, "it would be my pleasure."

"Thanks," replied Molly, "I'll do my best, I promise."

"Now look over there in that corner," instructed Jean Paul, getting back to business and pointing to a big cabinet with a small refrigerator next to it and a small stool, "That's the model's station. You can bring your own drinks and snacks and whatever and leave them here. Just put them in a container and put your name on it. I've already put a fresh sanitary cover on the stool for you.

Each pose is for twenty minutes, then you get a ten minute break. You can take it there or you can walk around and look at the artist's work and chat with them. They like that and that's what the girls do most of the time. We're all pretty much one big happy family around here, but that's all completely up to you."

"And that's where I pose," asked Molly, "up on that platform? How do I know what to do?"

"Yes, that's where you pose," confirmed Jean Paul, "That little music stand will have some line drawings of the poses and if there are any props, they will be there as well. It will be your responsibility to keep track and know when to begin and end your pose. Six poses is a days work and there's always overtime if you want it."

"When do I start?" asked Molly.

"On the hour," answered Jean Paul, pointing to a big clock on the wall across from the platform, "Ten minutes from now."

"Okay," replied Molly, her apprehension obvious.

"Listen to me, Molly," Jean Paul once again spoke softly, as he stepped behind, wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "The secret to going naked is to do it for the right reason and with the right attitude. When a fine lady goes naked, she does so in order to celebrate the beauty of creation, and for that, her best asset isn't her body, it's her confidence. The secret of posing is simply to make the pose look real and TELL THE STORY."

"Okay," replied Molly, meekly, before leaving the comforting presence of Jean Paul for the first time, proceeding directly to the bathroom ... and promptly throwing up.

With nothing to use but her hand, Molly lapped up enough water to wash the foul taste out of her mouth, then patted her face with some more water to refresh herself before finally stepping out into the studio once more to face her moment of truth.

Glancing at the clock to see she had only three minutes, she took a deep breath and proceeded directly to the platform. Being careful not to make eye contact with anyone, she was more than grateful that still no one was paying any particular attention as the artists casually chatted among themselves.

Seeing that the first line drawing was of a woman reclining on one elbow reading a book, she lay down on her right side with both the drawing and the book and began to assume the pose, and it was then that her heart sank and she once again felt like she was going to throw up.

With no other choice but to finish the pose, she slowly tucked her left foot under her right knee, requiring her at the same time to raise her left leg and thus fully expose her pussy for everyone to see.

Now more than ever taking care not to make eye contact with anyone, there was a long moment in which Molly thought she might pass out, but with great effort she managed to refocus her thoughts and do as Jean Paul had coached her.

Taking one more look at the drawing, she satisfied herself that she had it right and did the only thing she could think of to save herself ... she began reading the book.

Simultaneously with her final action, a small chime sounded signaling the start of the session and the room fell totally silent as the artists went to work.

For the first few minutes Molly found the situation to be almost surreal, so far removed was she from everything she had ever known or even imagined she might do, it was almost beyond her comprehension, beyond her ability to process it.

Finding herself frozen in place, she quickly sought refuge in the only two familiar things available to her, her breathing and the book. Desperately concentrating on both as hard as she could, she spend the next ten minutes lost in time and space and total thoughtlessness until a wonderful calm began to settle upon her.

"Well now," she thought to herself, "isn't this something. If the ladies at church could only see me now."

It was only then that her thoughts were brought back to the immediate moment in the form of another surprise which only a few moments before would have meant her total mental breakdown.

"Miss," Molly heard one of the artists say, leaving no doubt she was being addressed directly, which thrust a new dagger of fear into her as she could only surmise that she was doing something wrong.

Now back in control of herself, although just barely, Molly managed to look up at the artist and fake her most casual attitude only to see the woman direct her eyes to the far corner of the platform.

Without breaking her pose, but more as a refuge than any superb form of professionalism, Molly moved only her eyes to the corner of the platform that was being pointed out to her and beheld the most absurd and last thing on earth she had ever expected to see.

Hopping casually along the edge of the platform and totally oblivious to all concerns but its own, was a little grey mouse. Stopping every three or four hops to smell the air and then move on, it continued along the edge as Molly continued to follow it with her eyes.

Making its way along past Molly's toes and then her body, it finally hopped over onto the book and made its longest stop, raising up on its hind legs and looking directly into her eyes for a very long lingering moment before once again proceeding along its merry way to the end of the platform and then scampering across the floor to disappear into the darkness.

"His name is Oscar," one of the artists volunteered, after the mouse had gone... "Oscar the bold."

"My name is Molly," responded Molly, looking up at them all momentarily before reverting her eyes back to her book, having never broken her pose.

"Hi Molly ... Hey Molly... " responded the artists as a group, giving Molly a comforting feeling, especially after one of the men added his own touch, giving everyone a little laugh and eliciting a smile even from Molly... "Molly the Fearless."

For the next ten minutes Molly began to discover that holding a pose certainly wasn't as easy as it looked and by the time the little chime rang signaling the end of the session she was grateful for the opportunity to move about once more.

Retreating to the station, she took a seat on the stool until one of the female artists came over to greet her.

"Hi, I'm Divia," she offered, reaching for Molly's hand, "would you like to come meet everyone?" she asked.

Inwardly horrified at the prospect, but putting on her bravest front, Molly allowed the girl to lead her over to the group where she was introduced to each of the artists in turn as they each finished up their drawing and prepared for the next one, but as the minutes went by she slowly began to feel more and more at ease, but it still wasn't like she would be running around in her birthday suit if she didn't have to.

Having nothing else to do, for the rest of the day Molly spent most of each break circulating among the artists after each pose and she slowly began to realize that they were all very very good at what they did and she found herself actually wanting to be good at what she did as well for their sake.

Finally finishing up and fully dressed to go home, Molly prepared to leave her dressing room when she heard a soft knock on the door and upon opening it Jean Paul entered beaming from ear to ear.

"Oh! Molly! Honey! You were wonderful!" gushed Jean Paul, "Just wonderful!"

"Really?" asked Molly.

"The all voted, and this one was the best," continued Jean Paul, handing Molly one of the drawings from her first pose in which the artist had added the mouse looking up into Molly's eyes, "They wanted you to have it. It's JoJo's, he's going to be famous one day. You should keep it. It'll be worth a lot of money."

"Thank you," replied Molly, "I don't know what to say."

"They don't do that for every girl on her first time," added Jean Paul, "Hardly ever in fact."

"They knew it was my first time?" asked Molly.

"Oh Honey!" laughed Jean Paul, "They're artists, of course they knew."

"Well, Jean Paul," declared Molly, as she reached for her purse and prepared to leave, "Next time I'm bringing a robe to wear during my breaks."

"Of course you will," laughed Jean Paul, "You're a lady."

"Jean Paul, all the girls wear robes on their breaks don't they?" having caught the touch of mischief in Jean Paul's laughter, "The cabinet is full of them isn't it?"

"Do they?" laughed Jean Paul, "Is it? I never noticed."

"You could have told me," declared Molly, "You all could have told me."

"And what would have been the fun in that!" laughed Jean Paul.

"I'll get you back, Jean Paul," swore Molly, with a big smile on her face as she turned back just before heading out the door, "All of you!"

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You Are What You Are Ch. 03



Walking around the perimeter of the gym until she found the door with the name "Nick" etched into the small gold rectangle, Molly entered the empty room and waited as she had been instructed.

It was obviously a combination personal workout room, office and personal space and there were dozens of pictures on the wall of Nick posing with various dignitaries and celebrities, many of which featured him accepting body building trophies.

There also wasn't anything ordinary about any of it. It was strictly first class and the office and personal space was more akin to a luxury suite than anything else, with leather furniture, plush carpets and the finest fixtures.

Finally cooling off after her vigorous aerobics' class, Molly casually appraised herself in the mirror and she had to admit she liked the expensive workout clothes that had been waiting for her when she had tentatively asked for Nick at the front desk.

The young man had simply given her the box of clothes and informed her that she had been enrolled in "Angela's" class and that she was to report to Nick's office after her workout.

She hadn't yet seen Nick, but just as her thoughts drifted to what might come next, the door opened and in strode the man himself, all six feet six and three hundred pounds of him, and all pure muscle.

"Take this and stand over there," he ordered, with a nondescript tone in his voice which gave Molly no indication as to his attitude or mood before he turned his back and began going through a nearby closet. 

Doing as she had been told, Molly found herself standing in the center of a big exercise mat holding a wicker basket and wondering what in the hell was going to happen next.

Finally finding what he was looking for, he then sat on a nearby stool and began addressing Molly, as he held the object in his hands and moved it around so Molly could see it plainly.

"Jason likes a paddle, but I like a leather strap," he informed her. As you know, my name is Nick and I'm going to be your personal trainer and if you don't do exactly what I say, or if I catch you not giving me your absolute best effort, or if you just piss me off in any way, I'm going to beat your ass. Do you understand?"

"English IS my first language," Molly answered sarcastically, in spite of the warning, "and that wasn't all that complicated."

"Well then, now that we've got that out of the way, get your damned clothes off," Nick retorted, his voice somewhere between a bark and a growl.

Knowing she had no choice, Molly slowly removed her clothes to the basket, sat it down and stood right where she was, not bothering to cover herself as she knew it wouldn't do any good.

"Now, I don't work for free and in your case you can pay in one of two ways," informed the giant bodybuilder, "You can fuck or you can suck, once for each session and pay as you go. 

If you choose fuck, it will just be me, if you choose suck, it will sometimes be me and sometimes someone else. Maybe someone I owe a favor or someone I want to owe me a favor. Your choice, what's it going to be?"

"Suck," answered Molly, with just the right tone to indicate that she'd rather suck ten dicks than let Nick fuck her.

"Suck it is then, now get up on this massage table on your hands and knees," came his next gruff order, followed by an observation after Molly had reluctantly done so, her breasts now hanging down and her pussy sticking out proudly from between her legs.

"Damn, that's the biggest pussy I've ever seen," he observed, after he had slowly walked behind her.

"Yeah and keep your hands off it," barked Molly, surprising herself with her boldness, in spite of the danger.

"I warned you about pissing me off," growled Nick, "If you don't want me to touch your pussy, you'd better ask me nicely."

"Please," Molly responded, after a long pause.

"Please what?" he asked, forcing her to retreat further.

"Please don't touch my pussy," replied Molly.

"That's better, but this is as good a time as any to address the particulars of our arrangement," he then added thoughtfully, "Your tits belong to me and I will feel of them as I please. An ass whipping also includes a good fucking. You fuck up, you fuck off, you get fucked... after you get your ass beat. You got all that?"

"Yeah, I got it," answered Molly, begrudgingly.

"Good," the big fellow growled, and then promptly subjected her to another indignity, "Spread your knees a little more."

After having her blood pressure taken and her heart and lungs listened to, Molly was hopeful that she could soon get off the table and end the humiliating examination, but much to her chagrin the worst part was yet to come as Nick exchanged his stethoscope for a clipboard and she was forced to continue displaying herself for almost another quarter hour as he asked her a long series of questions about her medical status and history.

"Alright, you can get down now," he finally permitted, but just as quickly initiated the next awful new task, "Get those two ten pound arm bars and come stand in front of me."

Required to remain naked, for the next forty five minutes Molly was subjected to a brutal workout. Consisting entirely of weight training, she was moved from device to device and worked to exhaustion on each one before moving on to the next.

Making it all worse, of course, was that each and every exercise had it's own particular way of taking advantage of her nudity. Many of them required her to lay down and straddle a bench, thus spreading her legs and exposing her pussy while others featured the constant jiggling of her breasts. By the time it was over there wasn't anything Nick didn't know about her body.

The only good part was that he was obviously an expert at his trade and he was fair. He knew exactly when she'd had enough of each exercise and he was actually very positive, encouraging and coaching and rewarding her with his approval each time she pushed herself to the limit.

Finally able to do no more than sit on one of the benches and hang her head after the last of her routines, Nick even came to her rescue as he straddled the bench and sat behind her.

"Here, raise up now, head up and breath deep," he consoled her as he also began massaging her shoulders, "You can't breath good with your head down and you need the oxygen. That's it, just give it a couple of minutes and you'll bounce back better than ever."

"Good Lord, I hurt all over," complained Molly, forgetting for the moment her general resentment of the whole situation.

"I know," laughed Nick, "Don't it feel good! Ya gotta love those endorphins."

"Why don't they just put them in a bottle?" groaned Molly, "It would be a lot easier."

"They do," laughed Nick, as he urged her up, "It's called dope and it's illegal. Come on now, let's hit the shower.

Getting up with a big groan, Molly followed him to the shower and offered no resistance as Nick proceeded to gently wash her hair and give her a great scalp massage. 

Neither did she bother to protest as he lathered his hands with soap and rubbed it over the whole of her body, keeping his word, however, and politely letting her attend to her pussy herself before exchanging positions with her under the shower stream and letting her rinse herself off.

Offering Nick the same when she was done except that he had to wash his own hair because she couldn't reach that high, she started with his back and then bravely began lathering up his package when the time came, but quickly came once again under his tutelage.

You've not done much of this have you?" he observed.

"I've been around," lied Molly.

"Nice try, but no you haven't," insisted Nick, "No shame in that, but I could give you a couple of tips."

"Okay," agreed Molly, meekly.

"First of all, I'm not circumcised, so you need to pull the foreskin back and make sure everything gets good and soapy. If you're going to suck it, you want it to be clean. Never ever suck a dick that you haven't personally washed yourself would be my advice," offered Nick.

"Umm," answered Molly.

"It's called a blow job, for a reason, Molly," continued Nick, speaking frankly to what they both knew was going to be a part of her future, "because that's exactly what it is, a job, and to do any job right you have to take charge of it. You have to own it. It may not be a job you asked for, or want to do, but if you're going to do it, you have to own it."

Not saying anything, Molly, nevertheless indicated he had her attention as she looked up into his eyes.  

"Good, now, don't just wash my dick, look at it, inspect it carefully and thoroughly," continued Nick, "Make sure it's healthy... absolutely healthy... if you ever spot anything, anything at all, the job is over, right then and right there, no one will ever fault you for that."

"Okay," answered Molly, but Nick's comment made her realize that Nick probably knew more about her future than she did and she very much wanted to question him, but she knew it would be an indiscretion. She was, however, grateful that he had discreetly imparted some valuable information regarding her situation and status.  

Finishing their shower, they once again returned to the workout room where Nick sat on one of the benches and Molly assumed her inevitable position on her knees between his legs.

Now, reach behind my balls with your middle finger and feel... do you feel that muscle? That's a very sensitive area and it likes to be massaged. Balls like to be paid attention to, not too much and not too little... Now, put my dick in your other hand and stroke it a little... "

Following Nicks instructions for most the next half hour, Molly was guided through the techniques of a good hand job until the time came that she had to put mouth to dick.

Bravely moving forward, Molly began stroking away, but had hardly more than begun before Nick once again took over.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," grinned Nick, as Molly couldn't help but pull off and grin herself, the hand job lessons having convinced her as to what a rank amateur she really was.

"Alright, first of all, you have to kiss my Dick, guys love to have their dicks kissed," began Nick, however, he didn't get to go any further as Molly couldn't help but start laughing, so much so that she even fell back on the mat and had trouble containing herself...

"Oh! You think that's funny do you!" exclaimed Nick as he got a good laugh out of it as well and it took the both of them some time to recover before Molly once again resumed her position between his knees and awaited further instructions.

"Go on!" Kiss my dick... that's it... keep going... all over..." continued Nick, as Molly followed his instructions, the previous interlude of laughter allowing her a new attitude, "Now give me some tongue... lick it good... lick it all over... alright give me some mouth time... that's it... use your lips, that's what they're for... that's why God invented them, to massage dicks... "

Continuing on with the lesson for the better part of twenty minutes until he had guided Molly through a variety of techniques, Nick once again called for a momentary break for another verbal lecture.

"Here's the thing, Molly," he explained, "If you just suck a guys dick, you might have all the technique in the world, but if you don't connect with him mentally, it will take longer and you will end up spending a lot of time on your knees bobbing your head up and down that you could just as well spend doing something else."

"How do I do that?" asked Molly, now genuinely perplexed, but also genuinely interested in anything that would get the job done in the least amount of time possible.

"It's called acting, dummy," Nick replied, simply.

"How do I do that?" asked Molly.

"The object is to make the guy think it's bringing you pleasure to give him pleasure because you think he was given to you by god. Make it an experience he will remember. Make him think he's special, that you're doing it better for him than you have ever done it for anyone else."

"How do I do THAT!" asked Molly.

"Well, you obviously can't talk with your mouth full," replied Nick, "So you do it the same way actors have always done it, with your eyes, with your expression, with everything you have, but mostly it's in the eyes."

"I see," replied Molly.

"We'll see about that," replied Nick, "Now get busy."

Taking a deep breath, Molly carefully cupped Nick's balls in her hand and began kissing his dick, this time looking him in the eyes often and long as she went through the repertoire of techniques he had taught her as well as some dictated by her imagination. 

Slowly getting into it and getting the hang of it as she felt Nick respond, she continued on for another ten minutes until it became obvious that the time had come to attend to the end game and correctly began vigorously stroking up and down for all she was worth until she felt the telltale flex of Nick's dick and then quickly began sucking his come as it spewed into her mouth in a quantity she was highly disappointed to discover was very robust indeed.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," offered Nick, with a smile after Molly had obligingly gulped the foul tasting liquid and then grinned at him.

Not saying anything as they dressed, Nick finished first and watched with a contented smile on his face as Molly packed the last of her things in her gym bag before motioning her to come sit beside him.

"This is a key to my office," he informed her, handing her a key, "You can let yourself in before your session and wait for me. I expect you to be ready to go when I get here.

"You mean naked?" asked Molly.

"As the day you were born," grinned Nick.

"Ass hole," responded Molly, "but elicited only a laugh from Nick, rather than a rebuke, as he handed her a small gold statue of a unicorn and continued with further instructions

"On Friday's there's always a little social after Angie's class. Some of the guys will be wearing a gold name tag and you can take your pick from any one of those. After the social just drop this into his message box. He'll know what to do."

"You mean to pay for my session?" asked Molly.

"Yeah," answered Nick.

"My choice?" asked Molly.

"Your choice," confirmed Nick, "Does that make it better or worse?"

"Both, I guess," answered Molly, "I'm married you know. It's not like cheating if I don't have a choice."

"Do you want me to choose then?" asked Nick.

"Hell, no," grinned Molly.

"I didn't think so," replied Nick, "although sometimes I will, depending on the situation, but for now you can choose."

"Once more thing if you don't mind," asked Molly, after she had opened the door to leave and turned back for one more question. 

"Sure," replied Nick.

"Nick, would you really beat me with that strap?" asked Molly.

"In a heart beat," replied Nick, "I would beat your ass, fuck the hell out of you and enjoy every moment of it."

"That's what I thought," replied Molly, with a grin.

"You could always change your mind about your payment method you know," offered Nick.

"Now, Nick, you and I both know that's the last thing on earth I could do even if I wanted to," replied Molly.

"Jason said you were smart," laughed Nick, "See you Friday."

"Yeah, Friday, and Nick...."

"Yeah," replied Nick.

"Thanks," offered Molly.

"You're welcome, Molly," Nick replied with a grin, as she gave him a parting smile.

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You Are What You Are Ch. 04



Once again flying down the freeway in what had already become her beloved hot pink Jeep, Molly's mind was also once again racing at light speed, and as always, her thoughts were a jumble of conflicting emotions.

It had been a month, but it seem like forever. On the one hand, it had been the worst month or her life, but on the other, it had been the best.

She had been abducted, beaten and fucked senseless. She had been forced to go naked in her own home and in front of strangers. She'd even been forced to become the house cock sucker at a men's gym. 

The worst part was that she had discovered she hated sucking cock worse than she had ever even imagined it possible to hate anything, but even worse than that, she had also had the time of her life.

She had discovered worlds she had never even dreamed of and she had also discovered qualities in herself that she had never dreamed existed, good parts, strong parts. 

She had faced it all and she had come out on the other side. She had not only survived, she had prospered, but looming large over the whole thing, of course, was the one thing and the one person she still couldn't handle... Jason.

He had been responsible for all of it, the worst and the best, but especially the two best things. 

He had made her feel good in a way no one else ever had and every time she'd had sex with him it was better than the time before. She had never even imagined either of those things could feel so good and it was her desire for more of both of them that was now overwhelming her, sapping her resolve, causing her will to crumble.

"This time I'm not going to let him sweet talk me," she kept telling herself, "It's just going to be sex, that's all, just sex. He can make me have sex with him, but he can't make me like him."

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Punching in the code and then lugging her bags no further than the entryway, she searched the house without success until she finally found Jason relaxing in the hot tub, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, a cooler of wine and two glasses nearby.  

After slowly removing her clothes and placing them on the bench at the far wall, she opened the bottle of wine without speaking. Filling the glass to the brim, she chugged it down before again filling both glasses and entering the tub to sit next to the man she again swore to herself she wasn't going to let get the best of her.

Handing him the glass as he finally raised his head to acknowledge her, they sat in silence for a while, simply sipping the wine until Jason finally turned his head to her and spoke.

"Jean Paul says you're doing a terrific job at the studio," he offered, "He likes you very much, they all do."

"He's very nice, they all are," acknowledged Molly, "I like them too."

"You have no idea how wonderful I think you are, Molly," declared Jason, wasting no time, his words impacting her resolve like a punch to the gut, "or how much I care for you. The truth is, I care for you very deeply, Molly, more deeply than I have ever cared for anyone before."

Having swore to resist his every overture, Molly held off for a long moment before finally being compelled to look up into his eyes and was immediately hit with a lightening bolt of both excitement and fear as she could tell to her soul that he was telling the truth.

Stunned to further silence and inaction, she simply looked back down to her glass and continued sipping her wine, her emotions overtaking her to the point that she felt as if she were floating in space... until Jason's next words brought her back down to earth.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Molly"?

Having often thought about the fact that although Jason had fucked her every which way from Sunday, he had never kissed her, Molly realized her answer would change everything, but she also realized there was only one answer she could give because more than anything ever before in her life, she wanted him. 

"Yes," she answered, softly, too paralyzed to do anything more than desperately hold on to the glass of wine until Jason slowly took it from her and placed both of them back on the apron.

Forced to wait another moment, a moment in which Molly could only try to imagine how the kiss would come, she issued a soft involuntary whimper as Jason slowly reached across with his right hand and touched her left cheek with his fingers.

Closing her eyes, she once again felt herself floating on air as he caressed her cheek with his fingers and her heart with his words.

"I mean it, Molly," he reiterated softly, "You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. I am certain I will never be interested in another woman for as long as I live."

Slowly lifting her head to him in surrender, Molly locked her eyes onto his and let her lips meet his as he slowly kissed her softly. Separating only long enough for the kiss to forever establish its identity as their first, they then exchanged several more tender kisses, the tips of their tongues dancing with each other.

Now entirely desperate for more, Molly waited for what seemed like an eternity before Jason finally reached below the water and began softly caressing her breast and the long silence of their kissing was broken as she gave a loud whimper and immediately rushed up and onto his nearest thigh, pushing her back up against him and thrusting her breasts out as he took one in each hand and began caressing and fondling them.  

Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she spent most of the next ten minutes softly moaning and whimpering as Jason pleasured her breasts and nipples until it was time to head for the bedroom.

Wrapping their arms around each other as they walked down the hallways to the bedroom, Molly eagerly prepared for the coming event on the huge ten by twelve foot bed by scampering to the very center and lying down on her back.

Placing one of the small pillows under her hips and a big oversized one under her head, she quickly assumed her favorite position with her legs raised high and spread wide. 

Taking a few moments to adjust the bend in her knees and find just the right angle to effortlessly balance her legs, she soon settled in and casually waited as Jason prepared the ambiance of the room, her deliciously robust pussy beautifully displayed at the bottom of a wide v and her equally beautiful feet and toes dangling from her ankles.

Taking in Molly's display, as usual, Jason found himself immediately excited and sporting a massive erection, forcing him to clumsily go about his tasks with his big dick pointing straight up to the sky.

Having gotten used to it by now, however, and determined to enjoy the visual foreplay, he took his time as he went around the room dimming the lights, lighting incense and initiating some soft music, all the while making frequent visits to Molly's pussy with his eyes.

Finally finishing up the preparations, but still wanting to extend and intensify the anticipation, he made his last task that of quickly raiding the small refrigerator for two bunches of sweet green grapes.

Taking up a position directly between Molly's legs and as close as he could get to her pussy, he sat cross-legged and paid no attention to his dick which was still pointing directly at the ceiling.

Handing her some grapes he initiated a casual conversation, having gotten used to fact that Molly could hold her legs up till the cows came home and taking advantage of it every time he got the chance.

"I've been thinking about you all week," he volunteered.

"Really?" asked Molly, plucking the grapes one at a time and eating them with nonchalance.

"Umm humm," he assured her, as they each chewed a grape, "How about you, have you been thinking about me?"

"Not really," teased Molly.

"Oh, really," protested Jason, "not at all."

"Well, maybe once or twice, I guess," reconsidered Molly, "I don't remember. I've been pretty busy."

"You've been busy," Jason protested again, "too busy to think of me?"

"Well, you know how it is, out of sight out of mind," Molly explained.

"So if you were to put a blind fold on right now you would forget all about me," suggested Jason.

"Well," answered Molly, still casually plucking and eating her grapes, "I would say that if I were to put on a blind fold right now I could forget about that big boner you've got there a lot sooner that you could."

"So you ARE thinking about my big boner," countered Jason....

Each enjoying the repartee, they continued with their little sparring match for a while until the conversation slowly turned to other things and they found themselves spending the next hour simply talking about everything from cabbages to kings and Jason once again found himself mesmerized by Molly and everything she was.

There was also something else that totally amazed, captivated and drove Jason almost crazy with desire. Throughout their whole conversation, Molly never once lowered her legs, continuing to display herself as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

Of course, what really captivated him was the fact that, for Molly, it really was the most natural thing in the world. 

More and more over time Jason had discovered that Molly had her own little world swirling about her all the time, a world the likes of which he had never dreamed existed, the world of Molly, a world that left him constantly stupefied with amazement and wonder and joy. He also realized the most important and frightening thing of all about Molly. 

He did a lot more than care about her, he was crazy about her. He was stone cold, don't know what day it is, can't find your dick, never going to be the same, never gonna look at another girl, crazy about her, and he knew he would do anything for her... anything he could do, that is, and he was terrified when he considered the most profound and undeniable truth of all... he was what he was.

How could the darkness and the light ever become one? It was impossible.

"So this is how I will meet my doom," he thought to himself, "Well, I can't say it's not what I deserve."

Pushing such thoughts from his mind and knowing it was time for action, Jason slowly worked his way between Molly's legs and lowered himself onto his elbows and knees.

Exchanging gentle kisses as Molly held his head in her hands and occasionally guided him to her neck and breasts, she whimpered and moaned and caressed his sides with her knees and feet, occasionally wrapping them tightly around his waist whenever she felt the need to give an especially loud moan or cry.

Finally unable to restrain himself any longer, he gave Molly one last kiss before rising up on his arms and mounting her as she gave a loud cry and adjusted her legs to his thighs.

Taking his time, he indulged himself by giving her a slow and easy fuck for most of the next half-hour as she unabashedly looked into his eyes and loudly moaned and groaned her pleasure, but when the time came, he was determined that the fucking had given her every time before was going to seem like nothing more than practice compared to what he was going to give her this time. 

This time he was going to fuck the living hell out of her. This time he was going to take her apart piece by piece and scatter them all over town. This time she was going to give him the one thing she had never given him. This time she was going to damn well give it up.

Taking a deep breath and bracing for the long haul, he set a moderate pace and began paying very close attention to Molly's every reaction. Using every technique he knew, and everything he already knew about her sexually, he relentlessly pursued his goal as Molly moaned and groaned beneath him with every stroke.  

Riding her high and low and deep and shallow and every which way in between, he varied his strokes in speed and power and direction until he knew the time had come and once again he found himself absolutely enthralled with the world of Molly.

There was nothing in the world he liked more than giving a girl a long, hard, down and dirty screwing and, luckily for him, there was nothing Molly enjoyed more than getting one. And best of all, she could take it for as long as he could dish it out. 

Holding onto his arms for leverage and flailing her legs about, she would take deep breaths and moan and groan and grunt and growl and howl until he finally pushed her over the top by slowing down just a little and putting a little extra pressure on her clit as he continued with the circular motion of his hips.

It was then that he could enjoy the part that was even better than the best part as she would wrap her arms tight around his head and draw her legs back up tight to his ribs and absolutely howl in ecstasy, all the while flutter kicking with her feet as fast as she could go.

The next best part came when she had finished coming and she would take his head in her hands and shower him with grateful kisses, sharing her tongue with him in short little bursts as she continued to moan and whimper a cry out softly.

Still, there was one riddle that he had never been able so solve, but he wasn't going to give up until he did. 

Fucking her three more times over the next two hours, he continued to experiment with his technique and pay close attention, determined to reach his goal. 

Starting by stroking her slowly, as always, he carefully introduced each new variation and escalation right on time so that the transition from stroking to screwing became seamless. Having Molly exactly where he wanted, he went to work on her like a hungry dog goes to work on a bone.

Kicking it into high gear, he was giving it everything he had and Molly was screaming and moaning and groaning as usual until he noticed something he had never noticed before and once again he realized that Molly, as always, had been ahead of him the whole time. 

Paying close attention to the movements of Molly's legs and hips, which he had always thought were simply erratic and the product of unbridled passion, he realized they actually had purpose and meaning. 

He also realized something else which both humbled and irritated him till he almost couldn't stand it, Molly had hardly fucked at all in her life, but she could already fuck better than he could.

Determined to rectify the situation, however, he quickly began to coordinate his timing and movements with her until they truly became one and it became such that Molly was not only getting a thoroughly beastly screwing, she was helping Jason give it to her.

Thus, it was then than Jason received his ultimate reward for all his determination and diligence as Molly said the one thing every guy wants his girl to say.

"OH GOD! Fuck me Jason!  FUCK ME!  Ooooh! Fuck me! Jason! FUCK ME!"

Having finally reached the promised land, the next thirty minutes were the happiest of Jason's life as Molly also discovered that she could save energy and thus fuck better and longer by alternately calling upon Jason and the deity himself in lieu of simply screaming her head off... at least some of the time.

Finally realizing he couldn't hold out any longer, Jason did his best job ever of bringing Molly to her climax before he got his and was more than pleased that when his time came, Molly reached for her ankles and pulled her feet all the way back to her shoulders, thus allowing him easy assess to deposit his natural issue as deeply as possible inside her.

Having Molly once more exhausted and cuddled up against him after they had finished, Jason also once more reluctantly revisited his terrifying thoughts of earlier in the day.

"So I have foreseen my doom and this is it."

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"Xenophobia! Triple word score! I win!" exclaimed Molly, with glee, as Jason scattered the scrabble pieces over the bed in mock anger before laying down on his side and propping himself up on one elbow to complain about his bad luck.

"No fair!" he growled, "Nobody gets the word xenophobia! You're supposed to get stuck with the damn X!"

"I win! I win! I win!" Molly rubbed it in as she jumped up from the bed and ran to the little refrigerator and retrieved two more bunches of grapes.

"Next time you die," Jason swore his vengeance, but his frustration was quickly replaced with one of his greatest pleasures as Molly proceeded to swipe the pieces out of her way and off the bed. 

Scooting her pussy as closely to his face as possible, she quickly lifted and spread her legs and squirmed even closer, finally placing her left leg on his hip and the other just outside his elbow before propping her head up on the big pillow and casually beginning to eat her grapes.

"Next time I'm going to get figs," grinned Jason, as he stared at Molly's pussy, not more than twelve inches away.

"There are more than 700 varieties of figs," declared Molly, "They are divided into four main divisions according to the way they are pollinated."

"And how are they pollinated, prey tell," asked Jason, not really giving a fuck, but willing to listen to anything as long as he got to keep looking at Molly's beautiful pussy.

"By wasps, of course," continued Molly, "There's one tree that produces only pollen and one only female flowers and... "

Spending the rest of the afternoon alternately talking and fucking without even thinking about lunch, they finally headed to the shower where Jason gave Molly a little surprise of her own as he informed her that they were going out for dinner with some of his friends.

"Thank God Jean Paul sent me that web page on table manners," thought Molly, to herself, "Don't worry, Jason, my sweet. I may be an ugly duckling now, but I'm going to be a princess someday."

:)

Enjoying the best meal she had ever eaten in a restaurant so exclusive it had an unlisted number, Molly was both gratified and relieved to find that the four other couples were genuinely friendly and totally occupied with simply having a good time rather than subjecting her to any particular scrutiny and indeed seemed to make every effort to make her feel welcome.

She wasn't quite prepared, however, when after the table had been cleared and restocked with wine and cheese, someone triggered the table to lower itself to knee level and one of the women began tapping on a glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, after getting everyone's attention, "May I present to you the lovely Nicole!"

Her sense of anticipation and curiosity now heightened, Molly found both suddenly transformed to utter amazement as Nicole promptly pulled her dress down to her waist and then removed her bra, completely exposing her breasts for all to see.

Although smallish in size, they were perfectly matched and beautifully adorned with plush areolas and big nipples, which met with instant approval by all. 

"Bravo! Nicole!" they all cheered and clapped, "Lovely Nicole! You're a lucky man Eugene!"

"I am indeed," Eugene agreed as they all clinked their wine glasses together in a toast to Nicole.

The conversation returning to normal as soon as the toast had been given, Molly enjoyed the next hour even more than the meal as they all allowed her to be slowly absorbed into the group.

Asking her only the most gentle of questions and generously giving her the little tidbits of inside information necessary for her to understand and appreciate some particular story or situation, they often also included insights into one person or another's personality and particular quirks, making Molly almost feel as if she already knew them well.

Being there among them and nestled up against Jason as he held one arm around her, Molly couldn't remember when she'd had such a good time, so it was without trepidation that she agreed when asked by one of the ladies named Nikki to accompany her to the ladies room.

Preparing to follow Nikki back to the others after they had finished up in the restroom, Molly found herself instead escorted over to a seating area where Nikki sat her down in a small love seat and took both her hands in hers.




You Are What You Are Ch. 04



"It's so nice to meet you, Molly," declared Nikki, with such sincerity and warmth that Molly couldn't help but feel an instant connection with her and also a sense of excitement and gratitude that Nikki was obviously taking her under her wing.

"Thank you," responded Molly, with equal sincerity, "It's nice to meet you too."

"You must think we're terribly decadent," Nikki grinned.

"Maybe a little," grinned Molly, in return.

"I don't remember which of us girls thought of it first, but we all take turns," explained Nikki, "You know how guys are about boobs. We've found we're a lot more likely to get a little romance when we get home, if you know what I mean."

"Nothing like boobs to get a guy going," offered Molly, with another grin.

"Isn't the food here just out of this world?" observed Nikki, moving on.

"Incredible," agreed Molly, "I can't believe we're the only one's here."

"Oh, you didn't know?" asked Nikki, "We all meet here for dinner once a month, compliments of Jason. It's reserved just for us."

"Wow," exclaimed Molly, for lack of a more eloquent reply.

"Well, if it's your restaurant you can do what you want," observed Nikki. 

"Jason owns this restaurant?" asked Molly, before thinking that perhaps it was a question she shouldn't ask, but she suffered no consequences as Nikki continued to be informative.

"This one and a dozen more, more or less," declared Nikki, quite nonchalantly, "depending on just how many world class chefs are available at any one time."

"I see," responded Molly, before feeling a sudden stab of fear as Nikki's voice turned more serious.

"Molly," asked Nicole, pointedly, "If you don't mind my asking, just how well do you know Jason?"

"Not very well, really," answered Molly, "We met only recently."

"Well, you're the one, you know," declared Nikki.

"What do you mean?" asked Molly.

"You know what I mean," answered Nikki, "The one."

"Oh, that, I don't know about that," replied Molly.

"Well, I do," declared Nikki, "Let me tell you, you could have knocked us all over with a feather when Jason came walking in with you tonight."

"Really? Why?" asked Molly, her curiosity suddenly burning bright, even as she tried not to show it.

"Well, as I said, Jason closes this restaurant once a month for us because we've all known each other for years, some of us back to junior high, but in all that time this is the first time he's ever brought a date. In fact, this is the first time any of us has ever even seen him with a woman."

"Really," responded Molly, still mostly at a loss for words.

"Don't get me wrong," continued Nikki, "Jason has had more girls than Elvis, but you are the first one he's ever thought enough of to introduce to his closest friends."

"Well, I don't know what to say," admitted Molly.

"I know what to say," declared Nikki, "You're the one. I can tell. It's written all over his face. You're the one."

"Well, I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind," admitted Molly, "He's very nice."

"Nice! Nice!" laughed Nikki, "Let me see, he's brilliant, he's got more money than God and just look at him, he gorgeous."

"He is rather good looking isn't he," agreed Molly, with a little girl giggle.

"Molly, would you like to have lunch next week?" inquired Nikki, "Do you have a free day?"

"Tuesday?" proposed Molly.

"Tuesday it is, one o'clock at Mario's," agreed Nikki, before adding another detail, "and don't worry, you don't have to take a turn, you know, with the boob thing."

"Of course, I do," responded Molly, "If I ever want to be one of you I do. You can put me down for next time... if there is a next time."

"Oh, there'll be a next time alright," reiterated Nikki, "It's in the bag. You're the one."

The evening finally over, Molly felt as if she were floating on air as they all said their goodbye's and Nikki confirmed their lunch date.

"See you on Tuesday!" reminded Nikki, making Molly feel warm inside that Nikki had said it in front of all of them.

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Returning to Jason's bedroom, Molly was hoping for another round of good sex, but the look on his face told her something was up, and it had nothing to do with sex.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he looked down at his shoes for a moment before looking back up and dropping his bombshell.

"I love you, Molly," declared Jason, "I think maybe I've loved you from the first time I saw you, but I'm certain that I do now and that I always will. If I knew any better words I would say them, but I don't. I love you and everything about you. That's why it's over.

"It's over?" asked Molly, too stunned to think, "What's over?"

"Everything, what we're doing, what I'm doing, I'm done with it," declared Jason.

"What do you mean, Jason," asked Molly, her head swirling with surprise.

"I mean you're free, Molly," he answered, " You can have your life back. You can go home. I will never bother you again. I give you my word."

"Really?" asked Molly.

"Absolutely," answered Jason, "You are absolutely, totally free."

"Thank you, Jason," replied Molly, tears now in her eyes.

"You're welcome, Molly," declared Jason, "and I wish you the best."

Stepping back to sit on the edge of one of Jason's big chairs, Molly took a long moment to collect her thoughts before speaking.

"You said it's over," repeated Molly.

"I said it and I meant it," responded Jason.

"But you didn't say that WE were over," clarified Molly.

"What do you mean?" asked Jason.

"Are WE over, Jason?" asked Molly, "Is that what you want?"

"I would give anything to keep you, Molly," answered Jason, "to have you stay here with me and be my love, but you know me. You know what I am. I can't change."

"I know what you are and I wouldn't want you to be any different," responded Molly, "I love you too, Jason." 

"We could start over," suggested Jason, totally amazed and cautiously eager," An absolutely new beginning."

"And I would be absolutely free to go at any time?" asked Molly, "No conditions on my freedom?"

"None whatsoever," swore Jason.

"I only wish I could," responded Molly, now beginning to cry.

"You can if you want to," said Jason, "You don't have any children. There's nothing to stop you."

"Jason, I'm married and I've already betrayed my husband just by loving you. I can't leave him too." sobbed Molly, "besides, Frankie, he loves me, it would kill him. My parents are very devout, they would be crushed. I couldn't do that to them."

"Molly," said Jason, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands in his, "I would never be the one to tell you this if the circumstances weren't as they are, but I'm afraid you're wrong about your husband."

"Jason, please," responded Molly, "this isn't helping."

"Really, Molly, listen to me," responded Jason desperately, but was interrupted before he could continue.

"I'm sorry, Jason," said Molly, still crying profusely as she quickly gathered up her things and headed for the door, "I do love you, Jason, I really do and I would give anything if we could be together, but we can't."

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You Are What You Are Ch. 05



Having accepted a dinner for two as a gift from Jean Paul, Molly sat across Frankie in the far corner of a little country steak house staring into her salad and thinking of Jason when a man she didn't know in a big cowboy hat, very expensive western suit and cowboy boots approached from behind her and stopped at their table.

"Hello Ya'll, I'm Ernie," the man announced, "and I just wanted to welcome you folks to my restaurant."

"Thank you," responded Frankie, "I'm Frankie and this is my wife, Molly."

"Well, dang my hide if you ain't a little cutie," replied Ernie, ignoring Frankie and speaking directly to Molly. 

"Ahh, yes, yes she is," responded Frankie, now being totally ignored by Ernie, "and I am... very lucky."

"You know, I gotta tell you, little filly," offered Ernie, as he rudely sat down next to Molly and put his arm around her, resting it on the back of the booth, "I can't remember the last time I saw a cutie like you. You're just a fine little filly."

"Excuse me," responded Molly, now anxiously looking to Frankie for salvation, but receiving none.

"I tell you what," said Ernie, now turning to Frankie, "I'll give you fifty bucks if you'll let me see the little filly's tits."

"Frankie," beseeched Molly, expecting him to do something. 

With all eyes now on Frankie, Molly was stupefied as, after a long silence, he gave his reply.

"A hundred."

"Frankie!" Molly again pleaded for help.

"A hundred and I get to look at em by Braille," proposed Ernie.

"Alright," agreed Frankie.

"Damn it! Frankie! Are you crazy!" protested Molly, to no effect.

"A hundred it is!" agreed Ernie, reaching into his pocket to pull out a roll of bills and slapping one of them on the table.

"No! Stop it!" exclaimed Molly, not willing to suffer such an indignity and trying to fight Ernie off with her hands, but her resistance was immediately dealt with as her head was jerked back against the booth by her hair and her nose pinched shut by Ernie's thumb and forefinger.

"You need to learn how to behave, little filly," growled Ernie, as he held her tightly in place while she squirmed in her seat and frantically looked to Frankie for help, but seeing he was going to do nothing to help her, she was finally forced to drop her hands to her sides in surrender.

"That's better," ordered Ernie, as he looked around the table for a few moments and after finding what he was looking for, administered some punishment for Molly's intransigence. 

Selecting a wooden salt shaker which had been fashioned as a replica of a beer barrel and was slightly wider than a man's penis, he held it up for Molly's inspection and issued his horrible edict, "Open Wide."

Pushing it into her mouth till her teeth were past the bulge in the center, by the time her lips finished wrapping themselves around the slender end there was only a small ring of wood left at the end with the holes, which began spilling its contents onto Molly's blouse and lap for a few moments until it was empty. 

"You know you're kind of a salty little filly," Ernie grinned at his own joke as Molly sat there with her mouth and lips wrapped around the shaker, "You get them clothes off now, and hurry up about it."

Having no recourse but to comply, Molly slowly unbuttoned her blouse, released the front clasp on her bra and handed each item to Ernie as he tossed them across the table to Frankie.

"You can keep these for a while," declared Ernie as he casually began to fondle Molly's breasts and nipples.

"Man, I'm telling you, these are some fine tities," declared Ernie "You just take your time with that salad now, Frankie Boy, you hear?"

"I always like to take my time with a salad," replied Frankie," compounding Molly's humiliation.

Suffering through the next fifteen minutes of trying not to drool her saliva around the edges of the shaker as Ernie had his way with her breasts, Molly also had to suffer through Ernie's continuous assessment.

"Easy to see as a pimple on a babies ass ya'll don't have no youngins," declared Ernie, "No, sir, these beautiful bazoomies ain't never been swelled up and stretched out."

"Some little feller's gonna have it real good though someday," continued Ernie, now reaching around Molly shoulders and squeezing both of her breasts, pushing her nipples out to prominence, "Just look at these teats! Teats is the best treats I always say."

Finally finishing his salad, Frankie very deliberately took his time wiping his mouth with his napkin, placing his fork in the bowl and slowly pushing them to the end of the table.

"Well now, that wasn't so bad was it, little filly," grinned Ernie as he pulled the shaker from Molly's mouth and returned it to the table.

"Alright, I believe we're done here, it was very nice to meet you, Ernie," declared Frankie.

"Whoa, Son!" exclaimed Ernie, "Don't be so quick to saddle up your giddyup. Maybe we can do some more business."

What did you have in mind?" asked Frankie.

"Frankie, for God's sake," Molly protested, only to be totally ignored.

"Well, I was just recollectin bout somethin I saw once over in Shreveport," said Ernie, "Had this little gal could spread her legs and reach all the way down and grab her ankles, keepin her legs straight and all, doncha see. Most beautiful thing you ever saw."

"Is that right," said Frankie.

"Better than buttermilk and biscuits," declared Ernie, "Now I was just wonderin... your little filly here, can she do that?"

"Absolutely, she used to be a gymnast," assured Frankie, "she can do it... for two hundred."

"Damn you Frankie! You go to hell!" exclaimed Molly, "and you too! I won't do it! You can't make me do it!"

Taking a long pause in which he only smiled at Molly like a cat looking at a mouse, Ernie retrieved his cell phone and made a call.

"Antonio lock everything down and turn on the lights over table 17, light it up good... bring me a fifth of Jack Daniels and a couple of shot glasses... and a fly swatter... you heard me, a fly swatter... no we don't have any goddamned flies... just bring it."

Forced to endure the amused look on the waiters face as he arrived and saw what was going on, Molly's attention was quickly returned to Ernie as he set the fly swatter on the table in front of her.

"Now, out in the country we got lotsa flies," said Ernie, ominously, and if there's one thing every country boy knows about fly swatter's it's that if you use the big end you can get someone's attention, but if you use the handle you can make a mule jump off a cliff."

Taking one of Molly's nipples between his forefinger and thumb and twisting it menacingly until she winced, Ernie reinforced his intention to get his way. 

You get my drift little filly?"

"I get it," replied Molly, knowing she was going to do whatever it took not to get it.

"Good," said Ernie, picking up the salt shaker and inserting it back into Molly's mouth to punish her for her second round of resistance, "then get out there and get your damned clothes off."

Pouring himself a shot of whisky as Molly removed the rest of her clothes, Ernie finished the deal with Frankie.

"Thirty minutes sound fair?" asked Ernie.

"I don't think she can hold it that long," said Frankie.

"We'll give her a couple of breaks," countered Ernie.

"Deal," agreed Frankie.

Knowing any further resistance was futile, Molly didn't resist as Ernie put his hands on her shoulders and positioned her facing away from him right up against the booth where he was sitting and issued his final instructions.

"Not too wide now... just about shoulder width... that's it... okay little filly, let's see what you got."

Taking care to properly stretch her hamstrings and at the same time having to fight off the huge wave of humiliation that seemed to flow through her body and finally land in her gut , Molly slowly bent over and worked her hands down her legs until she could grasp her ankles.

Swaying from side to side a couple of times to settle into the position before finally becoming still, her mouth still wrapped around the salt shaker and her pussy now within an arm's length of Ernie's eyes, the only obstruction between them was the clear clean air.

"Dang my hide if that ain't the most beautiful pussy I ever saw!" exclaimed Ernie, slapping his thigh, "and the biggest one too! I swear I've seen a lot of pussy, but I ain't never seen a pussy that big, not on a human being anyhow! Kind of reminds of this little paint filly I had a few years back."

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" added Frankie, "I really like the bare look."

"You got that right," agreed Ernie, "Don't want no hair coverin that up!"

Suffering through until she was given her first break, Molly couldn't imagine things getting any worse until worse transformed itself into horrid and Antonio appeared carrying the steaks that she and Frankie had previously ordered and the conversation turned once again to her pussy.

"Ain't that the most beautiful pussy you ever saw?" Ernie asked the waiter.

"Yes, Sir, no doubt about it," answered Antonio, after taking a long moment to decide, "and the biggest too."

"Tell me, Antonio," asked Ernie, with a laugh, "just how many pussies have you seen?"

"Oh, a million I guess, maybe a little more," replied Antonio. 

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Ernie, "You're telling me you've seen a million pussies?"

"Yes, Sir," answered Antonio.

"You fucking liar," exclaimed Ernie, "I otta kick your ass!"

"No, Sir," explained Antonio," I also work for an internet porn site. I screen pictures of naked women. I've been doing it for going on ten years now."

"Now I've fucking heard it all," exclaimed Ernie, "And you've seen a million pussies?"

"Yes, Sir," assured Antonio, "at least." 

"Well, fuck me runnin on a wild mule!" declared Ernie, "And you never saw one that big before?" asked Ernie.

"No, Sir, never," assured Antonio.

"So that's a one in a million pussy," laughed Ernie, "I'll be a son of a bitch."

"If she ever wants her own website, she's got a gold mine there," added Antonio, obviously on the lookout for an opportunity.

"What did I tell you about oversteppin your bounds, Antonio," barked Ernie, "Now get the fuck back to work."

"Yes, Sir," replied Antonio, before thinking carefully for a moment, "Should I bring some more salt, Sir."

Hoping her ordeal was over, Molly looked imploringly to both Ernie and Frankie for mercy, but was instead pulled back into the booth next to Ernie where he resumed roughly fondling her breasts, this time not bothering to make any deal, as he and Frankie casually chatted about the weather and she was stuck with still trying to keep from drooling around the edges of the salt shaker.

I'll tell you what," said Ernie, after Antonio had delivered the desert and taken his time clearing away the dishes so he could get in on as much of the action with Molly's breasts as possible.

"I'll give you two hundred to see the little lady dance neeked... say for ten songs."

"Five hundred... for fifteen songs," bargained Frankie.

"Five hundred for twenty," countered Ernie.

"Deal," said Frankie.

Now knowing intimately the feeling of total despair, Molly had to fight hard to keep from crying as Ernie picked up his cell and called Antonio again.

"Put on some music, somethin good for dancin," ordered Ernie, "What?... only one?... Fuck... well, play it twenty times... and give it a couple of minutes between times... and put a ten minute break in the middle... and bring a wet towel... that's what I said ain't it, you dumb fucker... a wet towel."

Turning his attention to Molly, Ernie finally removed the salt shaker, but once again began twisting and pulling the nipple closest to him just hard enough to make her continually wince in pain as leaned close to her ear and issued his next set of diabolical instructions.

"Here's the deal," instructed Ernie, "There's jigglin and there's bouncin and there's shakin. Now, jigglin is nice, but bouncin and shakin is where it's at. Bouncin is up and down and shakin is back and forth.

Now I know you ain't never been to no strip club or nothin, but you seen them gal's on TV and in the movies do it when their dancin and stuff, and from now on you're goin to call me Sir, ain'tcha?"

"Yes, Sir," affirmed Molly, softly, the words sinking right back down to her gut in the form of humiliation. 

"That's right," continued Ernie, "The only difference is they had their clothes on and you ain't gonna. 

There's a fine art to it and you're gonna figure it out and you're gonna do it and you're gonna keep on doing it as long as the music's playin and in between songs you're gonna show me your pussy, just like before. 

Remember, if I don't see enough bouncin and shakin, I'm gonna start bouncin the handle of this here fly swatter off that sweet little ass of yours. You got it, little filly?"

"Yes, Sir," Molly answered, softly.

"Tell me what you're gonna do now," ordered Ernie.

"I'm going to make my tits bounce and Shake," answered Molly, knowing she had to use the vulgar vernacular.

"That's right," said Ernie, "and you're going to do it just like I like it, aintcha."

"Yes, Sir," replied Molly.

"Alrighty then, you know what I want to see, so get after it," said Ernie, giving one of Molly's nipples a final painful twist for emphasis. 

Making no reply, Molly grabbed the whiskey bottle, filled a shot glass to the brim and chugged it down as Ernie grinned.

"That's a good little filly."

Taking up a position just a couple of feet from Ernie's face, Molly didn't have to wait long for the music, and her next ordeal, to begin.

Having grown up a preachers kid, she had never danced in her life, so she began by simply swaying her hips back and forth awkwardly until she discovered the beat and then added a little step with her feet.

Having coming up with at least a general approximation of dancing, she continued on, slowly working out the up and down movements that would make her breasts bounce and just as Ernie had suggested, she remembered some of the times she had seen women shimmy their shoulders and shake their breasts provocatively.

Trying it for herself, she quickly caught on and thus barely managed to learn both movements just before the song ended for the first time.

Looking between her legs at Ernie for some indication of either his satisfaction or lack thereof as she bent over to display her pussy, Molly was relieved to see he wasn't taking any action, but when the song began again he took an active role in making sure she did it exactly to his liking. 

"More," he demanded, making Molly increase the movements of her breasts until he was satisfied, "That's right... right there... that's perfect... just keep it up... bouncin and shakin... first one and then the other...there you go little filly." 

Continuing on as the song played time after time, the true nature of Molly's ordeal began to be revealed as she was forced to keep bouncing and shaking her breasts exactly to Ernie's specifications .

With no hint of entertainment or fun or even eroticism, the only thing that was left was the profoundly humiliating business of exhibiting herself to one man who found his pleasure neither in eroticism nor fantasy, but only in that very humiliation.

Given a short break at the half-way point, Molly simply went to the floor on one hip and one arm to rest, her only consolation coming when Antonio brought her a wet towel, which he delivered draped over the handle of the fly swatter as a reminder that the second half of the show had better be as good as the first.

Thoroughly beaten both mentally and physically by the time the song had finished for the last time, Molly returned to the table and started looking for her clothes only to find Ernie had put them at the far end of the booth in which he was sitting.

With nothing to do but await her further fate, it wasn't long in coming.

"I tell you what," said Ernie, addressing Frankie, "I'll give you another five hundred if the little filly here sucks my dick."

"Frankie, for God's sake," pleaded Molly, softly.

"Come on, Honey," responded Frankie, denying her request, "It's just a blow-job. It's not like you haven't ever done it before."

"Do we have a deal?" asked Ernie.

"A thousand," replied Frankie.

"Whoa, Son, you shoulda been a horse trader, but I don't know, that's pretty steep."

"She's got this great little trick," offered Frankie, sweetening the pot, "Just before you come she stars sucking. She can absolutely drain your balls. It's great."

"How does she know when I'm gonna come?" asked Ernie.

"I don't know," answered Frankie, "she just knows."

"I don't know, sounds pretty hit and miss to me," hedged Ernie.

"Well, come up with some signal," suggested Frankie.

"How about I snap my fingers?" grinned Ernie.

"That would work," replied Frankie.

"Deal," agreed Ernie.

Once again pouring herself a shot of whiskey and chugging it down, Molly faced Ernie and spoke directly to him.

"He doesn't get to watch," she demanded.

"Seems fair to me," agreed Ernie, "Tell you what, Frankie Boy, why don't you go on out to the lobby and watch some TV. This is between me and Molly here. Part of the deal. You don't mind now, do ya?"

Retrieving the wet towel while Frankie made his way to the lobby and Ernie removed his boots, pants and underwear, Molly carefully heeded the advice Nick had given her and thoroughly washed and inspected his dick, which she was relieved to find was healthy and of less than average length, but above average in girth and off the scale in terms of ugly, with a big head, a large circumcision scar and big veins. 

Deciding that she would rather die than kiss his dick or even look him in the eyes, Molly simply took Ernie's ugly dick in her mouth and began stroking away, but she was quickly corrected.

"I want to see the trick," demanded Ernie, as Molly forgot about not sharing her eyes with him and looked up at him in surprise.

"Go on, show me the trick," demanded Ernie.

Having no choice but to do as she was being told, Molly cast her eyes downward again and began sucking on the end of Ernie's dick, but was again quickly corrected.

"No, look back up at me," demanded Ernie, "I like it when you look at me."

Once again looking up, Molly continued with the awful task, but was then humiliated beyond all she had so far endured as Ernie slowly held out his hand next to her face and snapped his finger.

"You got it?" he asked, pointedly.

"Ummm," answered Molly, meekly.

"Good, now you just keep on doin what you're doin," ordered Ernie, "While I pour myself another drink here."

Waiting until Molly had spent another couple of minutes sucking on the end of his dick, Ernie finally decided it was time to move on to another one of his particular preferences.

"Now my balls. You gotta do balls before you move on the good stuff. First you lick em and then you put em in your mouth," said Ernie, before adding another condition with a little laugh, "bein real careful though, doncha see."

Having not yet added this particular activity to her oral repertoire, Molly tentatively began licking one of Ernie's balls, but he immediately ordered her in no uncertain terms to "get after it" and she quickly found herself vigorously licking away under his direct tutelage.

"Just pretend they're made of candy and you just stole em and you gotta get em all gone before anyone finds out," instructed Ernie, as he grinned down at her and made her go from one to the other as it pleased him.

Continuing on until her tongue began to tire and ache, Molly had mixed feelings when things went from bad to worse and Ernie decided it was time for the next logical step.

"Alright, little fillie, get one of em in there... that's right... that one will do... come on... open wide... all the way in," ordered Ernie, "Alright, look at me now... come on look at me."




You Are What You Are Ch. 05



Now staring up at Ernie, her lips stretched wide and her mouth full of one of his balls, Molly didn't really know what to do until Ernie grinned down at her with his next set of instructions.

"That's it, now, just think of it as a massage, only you're doin it with your lips and tongue, that's it... come on... get after it"

Finding the task an awkward and difficult one, Molly also found there was another terrible aspect to it in that she couldn't help but vocalize her efforts with loud grunts and groans, which only seemed to enhance Ernie's enthusiasm.

"That's it, little filly," he grinned, "That's a good little filly."

Indulging himself with this particular pleasure until Molly had serviced each of his testicles three times and it was obvious she was exhausted, Ernie finally called for a break and let her simply sit on the floor between his legs as he made another call to Antonio.

Enduring another humiliation as Antonio delivered another fresh wet towel and another amused look at her sitting on the floor in front of Ernie's dick, Molly wiped her face and ran the towel around her neck and over her chest before handing it back to Antonio without ever looking up.

Casually sipping on his shot of whiskey and waiting until it was obvious that Molly was ready to continue, Ernie motioned her up to his dick again and issued his next set of demands.

"Alright, little filly, do your thing," ordered Ernie, "and don't be lazy. This horse likes to be rode hard."

Placing her arms on his thighs for leverage and realizing she could no longer avoid Ernie's eyes, Molly looked up at him as she took his dick into her mouth and began stroking away.

Finding she could just barely take the whole thing into her mouth, she began stroking the complete length of his dick and was relieved when Ernie didn't issue any further demands, but as the minutes went by, she was once again visited by the former humiliation of her efforts slowly requiring her to issue ever more frequent and even louder grunts and groans.

Persevering on for a little more than the next half-hour, Molly's vocalizations became louder and louder even as her ability to keep up the pace became less and less until it was obvious that she was again totally exhausted.

Calling for another pause, this time Ernie simply pulled Maggie's head all the way forward until his dick was buried in her mouth and made her stay there as he gave Antonio another call.

Bringing yet another wet towel and taking in the view of Molly with her arms wrapped around Ernie's thighs and her mouth wrapped around his dick, Antonio handed the towel to Ernie and stuck around as Ernie slowly washed Molly's face.

Using the excuse of asking some trivial questions regarding the status of the pantry in order to delay his departure, Ernie finally ordered him back to the front, but not before issuing another awful humiliation and warning to Molly.

Put that fly swatter over here where I can reach it," Ernie instructed Antonio, "looks like this little filly might need some encouragement here pretty soon."

Allowing Molly to disengage and sit back on her calves after Antonio had left, Ernie poured himself another drink and waited till Molly was ready to go again before once more ordering her back to work.

As more than the next three hours wore on, the only sounds in the room were those of Molly's labored and loud grunts and groans as the same scenario of long periods sucking Ernie's dick followed by a short break repeated itself, the only variation being that after the third session, each time Antonio brought the towel, Molly wasn't allowed to stop until after he had gone, allowing the waiter to fully observe her cock-sucking technique for himself.

Thus Molly was well into her sixth session before Ernie suddenly ordered her to "get after it" and after another five minutes of furious head bobbing, he finally put his left hand in front of her face and snapped his fingers.

Taking twice as long for the end game as anyone else she had ever serviced, Molly simply sucked and groaned and was well into a state of despair before Ernie finally began to give it up and Molly's final humiliation was the awful discovery that what Ernie lacked in size he more than made up for in the amount of jizz he could unload, forcing her to swallow three times to get rid of it all. 

"Okay, Honey, we can go home now," said Frankie, trying to pull Molly close to him and comfort her after he had returned from the lobby, but he was quickly and forcefully shoved back.

"You get the fuck away from me," exclaimed Molly, "I'm not going anywhere with you, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"Alright, little filly," intervened Ernie, "You just go on up to the front and Antonio will call up my limo to take you home. You just go on home now and take care of yourself. Frankie can check into a hotel for a few days and give you time to figure it all out."

Pouring themselves another drink and waiting silently till Jason came and joined them in the booth, the three men then began their business.

"Well, how'd I do?" asked Frankie, "Academy award performance if you ask me. I kept up my end of the bargain, now let's talk about the money. Any way you want to pay, as long as it's direct deposit."

"You know, Frankie, you're a real creep," said Jason.

"Coming from you guys I'll consider that a compliment," replied Frankie, holding his ground, "and who in the hell are you, anyway... wait a minute... you're the guy that's been bangin her. I'll bet you're the guy who taught her to suck cock. Thanks, man, it's been great."

"Shut the fuck up," growled Jason.

"Man, you got it bad, don't you," grinned Frankie, "How funny is that! Well, whatever. You get Molly and I get the money... including what's on the table. I wish this woulda come along years ago."

"Three million dollars," growled Jason, "You file for the divorce. You take the blame with her folks. You disappear."

"Man, you're a slow motherfucker aren't you," replied a defiant Frankie, "That's the deal. We already made it, or do you just like repeating yourself? Now, like they say in the movies, 'Show me the fucking money.'"

"I'm done here," announced Jason, after he and Frankie had used their cells to complete the transaction, "I need to go wash the stink off."

"Yeah, see you around," said Ernie and waited until Jason had left before making his next move.

Suddenly reaching across the table, he grabbed Frankie by the front of his shirt and slapped him hard across the face before grabbing his wrist and pinning his hand to the table.

Reaching under the table for the ice pick he had taped onto the underside earlier in the day, he raised his hand high in the air and drove it through Frankie's hand and deep into the wood below as Frankie screamed in agony.

Waiting until Frankie's screams had subsided, he looked him hard in the eyes and delivered his own personal part of the bargain.

"Okay, Frankie, you putrid piece of trash," growled Ernie, "I tried to talk Jason into just letting me snuff your sorry ass, but he wouldn't cause of Molly. You remember that and you remember this. You file for the divorce. You take the blame with her folks. You disappear. And if I or anyone I know ever sees you again I swear to the god that's going to send me to hell someday that I will take a blowtorch to your balls. You got it?"

:)

Parking her jeep at the mall, Molly made her way down the common area to an electronics store. Exiting out the back of the store, she made her way down a service corridor to the loading dock. Entering the back of a delivery truck, she put on a pair of sunglasses, tucked her hair up under a baseball cap and drove the truck to a warehouse on the far end of town.

Entering through a back door, she worked her way down two long corridors stacked to the ceiling on each side with high end electronics gear and entered a small office where she sat down at a small table opposite two other men similarly disguised, drinking champagne.

"Hi, Frankie, hi Sammy," said Molly.

"Hey Molly," replied Frankie.

"Hey Doll," replied Sammy, pouring Molly a glass, "Well, congratulations, we pulled it off."

"That we did," responded Frankie, "Three million bucks from one of the slickest guys on the west coast. Gotta be the best con of all time. You did a great job, Doll."

"Well, thanks," responded Molly.

"Sorry about your hand, Kid," commiserated Sammy, Ernie works better sometimes if he don't know what's going on, and he's kind of and over-achiever if you know what I mean."

"Ahhh, it just hurt a little, that's all, "It's good as new now," said Frankie, before looking directly at Molly, "And Molly, I'm just sorry about, well, you know." 

"I'm sure I'm not the first girl who ever sucked her brother's dick," responded Molly, "and I'm sure I won't be the last."

"Well, I'm really sorry you had to do that," offered Frankie.

"Liar," laughed Molly.

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it," laughed Frankie, "but really, I'm sorry it worked out that way."

"I know," said Molly, "but that's the way of the con. Things come up you don't expect. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. I think I'm going to write letter to God though and thank him we didn't have to actually fuck."

"I think I'm going to hold off on that," grinned Frankie.

"Very funny!" laughed Molly.

"Okay, so you can let me in on it now," said Frankie, now talking to them both, "How did you two get hooked up anyway?"

"Well, you remember how the folks used to do that prison ministry working with ex-cons," said Molly.

"Yeah," answered Frankie.

"When I was in college I used to help out, teaching them how to read and things, and there was this old guy, named Sal," said Molly.

"Secret Sal they used to call him," laughed Sammy, "cause he never could keep one."

"Anyway, like Sammy says, he loved to talk and he used to tell me stories about Sammy, about how he was the go-to guy on the West coast for rich people who wanted something off the books so to speak, so after Sal died I decided to look him up."

"Your big sister can be quite persuasive," grinned Sammy. 

"So how did you know Jason would go for Molly?" asked Frankie, "No offense, Sis."

First rule of the con, you gotta know your mark," replied Sammy.

"But you didn't exactly know him, did you now," chided Molly.

"Of course I did," laughed, Sammy, "I just had to keep some of it to myself. Sure, I knew you was gonna get your ass beat, but you were already gonna get your first poke and I was afraid if you knew everything you might get spooked. I gotta hand it to you though, you got thrown in the fire and you hung right in there. I think you might be a pro someday."

"Jesus! Sis!" You were a virgin!" asked Frankie.

"Hell no, he's just talking," declared Molly.

"Oh please, Doll," laughed Sammy, "I've been running the con since a hell of a long time before you were born and I sure as hell know a virgin when I see one."

"Ass hole," grinned Molly.

"I know," laughed Sammy. 

"Well, what are you going to do with your share, Sis?" asked Frankie, "A million doesn't go as far as it used to you know."

"I don't know," replied Molly, "Just tuck it away somewhere, I guess. I'm kind of hoping Sammy might take me on full-time. How about it, Sammy?"

"You know what, Doll," grinned Sammy, "I know this Chinese guy who's got this statue... worth a couple of million at least... " 



You Are What You Are Ch. 06



Finishing up her Sunday morning ritual of coffee and the Chronicle, Molly rinsed the cup in the sink and returned to her bedroom. Carefully removing her PJ's and underwear, she rolled the sheets back and lay on the bed completely nude. Reaching for the bottle of lotion on her nightstand, she squirted a healthy portion between her legs and began rubbing it in, and for the billionth time, thought of Jason.

It was because of him that she didn't have, nor would she ever have again, any visible hair anywhere below her neck. Always with connections of every kind, most especially the illicit kind, on the very first day her husband had gone out of town, Jason had taken her to a tiny and well hidden clinic run by a doctor friend of his and that had been that. In the space of three hours she had been delivered a sentence of life without shaving.

There was an upside, of course. There was no more having to shave her legs or armpits, but also no way to ever again mitigate in any way the view of her profoundly over-sized womanhood to anyone who might cast eyes upon it. Her pussy was bare and it would stay that way. All things considered, she would a thousand times over have rather put up with the inconvenience of shaving and kept her bush, but what was done was done.

One benefit, however, she did enjoy immensely, and she seldom let a Sunday morning pass without taking full advantage it. Slowly massaging the lotion into the soft and perfectly smooth skin of her most private area, she inevitably began to feel the delicious warmth and tingle of arousal and the blissful synchrony of her breathing with the motions of her hand as her pussy slowly came alive.

Immersing herself totally in the pleasure of it, she nurtured it tenderly, holding onto it for as long as possible before finally pushing her finger down between the protective embrace of her outer labia and onto her still dormant, but expectant clitoris.

Feeling it quickly swell with life, she was also quickly forced to announce the event with her first groan. "The first groan is always loud," she observed to herself, even though thoughts of any kind at a time like this were undesirable, "I wonder why that is."

Quickly seeking to divert herself from the distraction of cognizant thought, she searched for a fantasy, any fantasy, but, as always, found herself with the same one as always... Jason, his kisses on her neck, his thick penis deep inside her and his loving voice whispering in her ear.

Hating the unwanted fantasy, but unable to resist it, she let her finger bring her to yet another level of pleasure as she both remembered and imagined Jason fucking her in earnest, plunging and withdrawing and plunging yet again. Groaning and moaning and squealing with every breath, she did as everyone does when alone in their bedroom, she abandoned all pretext and followed her pleasure with abandon.

Rolling onto her left side, she lifted her right leg and began vigorously administering to her pussy in every way that pleased her. Unconcerned by the ridiculous spectacle the awkward position was offering to whatever gods might be watching, she soon added loud cries to her cacophony of sexual vocalizations and unabashedly announced herself to the cosmos with every breath.

Wishing to God it would last forever and yet desperate for her final reward, she managed several minutes more before finally rolling onto her belly, humping her hips against her finger as hard as possible and howling at the moon as if it were really there until her final scream transformed into a long growl and the much cherished but all too ephemeral explosion of supreme pleasure flooded through her body.

:)

Standing under the soothing stream of the hot shower a few minutes later, Molly repeated the same mental argument she'd had with herself a thousand times... with the same results.

"Of course I fantasize about him. He's the only man I've ever been with. I don't know anything else. It doesn't mean I love him... but I do love him and he loves me..."Nobody ever loved me like Jason... nobody ever will."

"But you can't stay with a man that beats your ass and makes you suck other men's cocks... But he never hit me, it was always just the paddle and only on my ass... and he always truly respected me... and no one ever made me feel good about myself like Jason did.

"He never made me fuck anyone else... and he never cheated on me, he never would."

He would take me back, even though I was on the con and stole his money... He would beat my ass, but he would take me back."

"I couldn't go back, but I would give anything to see him..." 

"Why do I have this fire inside for the con?" "Why is life so complicated?"

:) 

Finally having enough of her long hot shower, Molly donned her favorite set of old sweats and decided to check her email before settling into a good book, but as soon as the page popped up her heart leaped for joy.

It was a message from Sammy inviting her to the annual birthday bash he always gave for himself. She knew in her bones the invitation wasn't casual as Sammy was never casual and this almost certainly meant that he had something for her.

Her first job had been easy enough. Sammy had gotten her a job on a janitorial crew long enough to plant some bugs in the executive offices of some company, although she wasn't let in on why. She'd just had to spend a day learning how to install the bugs and learning the layout of the building along with the guard's routine so she could slip into each office at just the right time.

It had been easy enough, and it had at least scratched her itch and Sammy had paid her two grand, which only made her continue to beg even longer and louder for more.

Her next job had been even better. She'd had to sneak deep into an exclusive neighborhood by walking along the tops of a series of rock walls with a backpack full of tools until she came to the target house which was an old Victorian mansion.

After making her way to the mansion she then had to climb up three stories of outside walls using trellises and gutter pipes and whatever else would afford a handhold until she could find and remove a vent cover to the attic. Once inside, she had to enter the heating duct and make her way to a room that was being used as an office and plant a camera in the vent.

On the way out, she'd had to put everything back to make sure no one would notice she'd been there. It had taken her most of the night, but she had pulled it off and Sammy had not only given her some respectful praise, he had given her ten grand. That had pretty much sealed the deal... she was hooked.

After that, she was relentless with Sammy about getting some more work, calling him every week, but much to her chagrin, he always either didn't return her calls or made some excuse about there not being much going on.

After a while she became desperate, and then broken-hearted because she knew Sammy always had something going on, but this invitation meant he had at least something for her and she could hardly wait to find out what.

:)

Sammy's house was an old warehouse, which remained ugly and non-descript on the outside, but was opulently adorned inside and served as both home and office.

Warmly greeted by someone she didn't know, she was then told to make herself at home and to freely partake of a long rectangular table piled high with food and liquor. Casually picking a piece of fruit to nibble on, she took a survey of the room and found only two people she knew from her previous jobs. 

One was a guy who went by the moniker Tico. He was the "toy man," and was some kind of electronics wizard who had taught her how to plant the bugs. The other was a guy named Leon who was the "pathfinder." He had briefed her on the layout of the building and shown her places to hide and possible escape routes if it had come to it.

Making her way over to Tico, he enthusiastically embraced her company and they chatted for a while until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Sammy would like to see you in his office, if you wouldn't mind," informed the man, which really meant she had damn well better get her ass up there and hurry up about it.

Following the man along the outer wall and up the stairs into Sammy's office, which had a big one-way window looking out onto the great room and the people below, she paid intense attention to Sammy's every word as he sat on the edge of his desk and took a long pause before speaking.

"How you doin, Doll?" he asked, as he poured himself a shot of Scotch and her a glass of wine.

"I'm good," she replied, trying to play it cool in spite of the mountain of emotions she was feeling inside.

"So what did you do with your money?" he asked, "Saved a bit I hope."

"I bought a little place," she answered, "The rest I put in the bank. I took a job at the museum to get by."

"That's smart," Sammy approved, and they spent most of the next hour with small talk until Sammy finally got down to business in the form of an absolute bombshell.

"Well, here's the long and short of it, Doll, Gracie is retiring, going off with her man to have babies. I need a new tail. I think you've got what it takes. If you would be interested, I'll give you a shot."

"Absolutely," Molly assured him as confidently as possible, even though her insides were leaping for joy.

Hearing Sammy's words, Molly could hardly believe her ears. The "tail" was second only to the boss in both authority and prestige and for good reason. A good tail had to be observant, smart, creative, and brave, but most of all she had to be able to think on her feet when things got dicey. Best of all, the tail was on the front lines and that's where she wanted to be.

There was one thing about being the tail, however, that grabbed hold of her insides and twisted them up like so much spaghetti on a fork. She would have to provide sex to whomever, whenever and however necessary to get the job done. If the job required someone getting a piece of tail, it was going to be her tail.

"Not so fast," countered Sammy, "Having what it takes is only half the deal. Being willing to pay the price is the other half. There's always a price to be paid for everything."

"I know," assured Molly, "I think you know I do." 

"Well, maybe yes and maybe no, but mostly no," declared Sammy, "But as I said, I'll give you a shot. Just stay up here for a while and when I give you the word I want you to go down there and give everyone a table dance, naked of course."

"Table Dance! Naked!" Molly exclaimed, "What the hell, Sammy!"

"What the hell nothing," declared Sammy, in a tone that told Molly no further protest would be allowed, "Do as you're told."

"Fine," Molly responded, "One naked table dance coming up," but also by her own tone let it be known she didn't like it one damn bit, prompting Sammy to relent and lean forward with a softer approach.

"Look, Doll, I know the con," declared Sammy, "When it comes to the con I'm the best there ever was, but there's a part of being a tail that I don't know shit about. That's women's shit and I don't know women's shit, so I've brought in someone who does. If it makes you feel any better, she's also the best there ever was. Compared to her, Gracie was an amateur. You will have to prove yourself to her. And make no mistake, what she says goes. She says you're in, you're in. She says you're out, you're out."

"Okay," responded Molly, simply, mostly overwhelmed by the new information, her mind racing to cope with the new reality, even as Sammy punctuated everything with a final declaration in no uncertain terms.

"One more thing. The next time I tell you to do something, I don't get no attitude from you. I tell you to suck my dick, you got three seconds to be on your knees, you understand?"

"I understand," Molly surrendered, but not without a fight, prompting a laugh from Sammy, "asshole."

"That's what I thought," laughed Sammy, pouring them another round.

"So is that one of the things I have to look forward to?" teased Molly, "Am I going to have to suck your dick someday, Sammy?"

"You can take it to the bank," laughed Sammy.

"That's what I thought," laughed Molly, knowing Sammy had too much class to ever make her do it, but she also knew it would happen. She would have to do it sooner or later of her own accord, when the time was right.

Sammy and Ernie had grown up together and although Ernie didn't have much of anything more to him than to be an enforcer, his loyalty to Sammy was to the death, but the fact that she had sucked Ernie's dick meant that he was one up and that was a burr under Sammy's saddle, a burr she would someday have to remove.

"You have to think like a tail now, Molly," she said to herself, "You have to do what it takes."

Looking down on the gathering below as some men came in and began clearing the big table and unpacking the chairs to put around it, Molly began carefully assessing the guests, looking for her new mentor.

Observing that the crowd was about evenly mixed gender wise and counting as she went, she had gotten to 27 with only a few more to go when she spotted a woman standing next to Ernie whom she knew had to be the one.

She was a tall gray-haired woman of striking beauty in spite of her advancing years and simply by the way she carried herself and the deference the others subconsciously offered her, it was obvious she was by far the most important person there.

Molly knew she was going to be dancing simply for the enjoyment of everyone else, but she was going to be dancing for this woman as if her life depended on it, because it did.

Watching until the table had been cleared and almost all the chairs had been placed, Molly removed all her clothes and waited at the top of the stairs until the lights had dimmed, a spotlight had been focused and the music had started playing before she slowly descended the stairs and walked up some short steps onto one end of the table to a rousing round of applause when the spotlight turned her way and the crowd realized what their entertainment was to be. 

Taking a deep breath, Molly put on her best mischievously naughty face and began slowly working her way down the long table in rhythm to the music, hating every moment of it, but constantly maintaining her best innocently naughty demeanor, determined not to let any anyone know her true feelings.

Knowing it was supposed to be more fun than sexual, she kept it classy, not doing any bump and grind, but still making sure each person got a personal tittie shake and a little of their own time with her pussy. 

Having to persevere through five songs and five trips up and down the table, she was more than grateful when the music finally stopped and Ernie stood up and ended the show. 

"Alright! Give it up for our own Miss Molly!" he declared, leading them all in another round of applause as Molly took her bows, but as soon as she had found the floor again, Ernie delivered another terrible order just to her.

"You stay here with me, as you are."

Having no other choice, Molly did as she was told and was forced to endure almost another three hours of standing next to Ernie in her birthday suit as any and all of the guests dropped by for their personal introduction and a few minutes of polite conversation.

More grateful than ever as Ernie finally escorted her back up to the office, she was once again hugely dismayed as Ernie once again prolonged her suffering.

"Don't get dressed yet," he ordered, before promptly leaving her alone.

Having to wait for another ten minutes, her anxiety slowly built until Sammy and the grey-headed lady finally entered, and she was highly surprised as the woman spoke with an authority she had never before seen anyone do with Sammy.

"Sammy, why don't you go on down and have a drink with the boys and let me and Molly have some girl talk."

Motioning Molly to come sit beside her after Sammy had gone, the woman took a long moment to look into Molly's eyes before beginning her mesmerizing story.

My name is Estelle Dubois," she began, in a lovely and carefully cultured voice, "I am sixty years old and I have never been to school for even one day in my life.

When I was six years old my mother brought me here from the old country and we went to work in a sweat shop in Brooklyn.

By the time I was thirteen, my mother got arthritis in her fingers and couldn't work as much, so I started turning tricks so we could eat, but by the time I was sixteen whatever gods there are, if there are any, smiled on me and I developed into a long-legged raven haired beauty.

That allowed me to get a job in a house and I worked there for five years and saved my money. I learned how to dress, how to talk, who to bribe, who to befriend and most importantly of all, I learned how to fuck and find my way around a man.

After I learned all that, I went out on my own and worked the high end hotels. I kept saving my money and when I was twenty-three I bought a client list and a recommendation from a dying madam and worked my own book until I was twenty-seven. That's when I got lucky again.

I worked a few cons for a grifter named Norman Squire Butterfield and his tail Gisele Lafayette. Over time, one thing led to another and Gisele taught me what I needed to know, so when she went off with her man I took her place.

I was Norman's tail for a few years and then we took on Sammy and Gracie and now Gracie is off with her man and that's where we are today.

Presently, I own twenty-two businesses, one of which is the janitorial company you worked for when you planted those bugs. I still work with Sammy every once in a while even though I don't need to. I only do it because I still love the con.

"And you are going to teach me?" asked Molly.

"On a day to day basis, unless and until I find out you don't have what it takes," responded Estelle.

"Thanks," replied Molly.

"I'm not doing it for free," responded Estelle, "There's something I want from you, something you can never tell anyone else about."

"What's that?" asked Molly.

"You are going to teach me to read and write."

"It would be an honor," assured Molly, already certain Estelle was the most remarkable woman she had ever met and liking her very much and wanting to learn from her all the things she didn't know about the world.

"Good," replied Estelle, "Now, I want you to slap me in the face and I want you to mean it."

Taking a very long moment, first to get over the surprise of the order and then to carefully consider, Molly realized it was not yet hers to ask why and duly complied, slapping the elderly woman flush across the cheek hard enough to hurt, but do no lasting harm.

"Why?" asked Molly, after the deed was done.

"Because I am about to slap you very much harder than you just slapped me," replied Estelle, "not with my hand, but with my words, but with my opinion, and my criticism, and I don't want you to resent me after it's over. I'm also going to be asking you some very personal questions and it's important you answer truthfully and that will hurt worst of all."

"Very Well," responded Molly.

"Good," declared Estelle, "Now, stand up here on this coffee table and let me have a look at you."

Starting at Molly's toes and unabashedly using both hands, Estelle began her examination. Sparing no part of her body, she rubbed and felt and probed, including her breasts and even her pussy, all the while making no comments one way or the other until she was finished.

"Okay, here's the deal," declared Estelle, "Every other tail I have ever known was tall and beautiful and sexy, or at least beautiful and sexy you are none of those. 

I'm not saying you can't be a tail, but you're going to have to make some serious changes and pick up some important skills to maximize what you do have."




You Are What You Are Ch. 06



"Whatever I have to do," replied Molly.

"Very well," agreed Estelle, "Let's talk about your body first. The first thing you have to do is stop lifting weights. You look like you'd rather fight than fuck. You have to start swimming instead. You will lose some weight and the lines of your figure will be much more elegant. There is no substitute for elegance."

"Okay," replied Molly.

"You also need a new hairdresser and hairstyle. You need a much more sophisticated look. I know just the person and I'll give you the name and address later.

In your favor, you have absolutely resplendent skin, a great ass, beautiful breasts and very pretty feet, which is very rare and very appealing. You also have a magnificent pussy. The most beautiful I've ever seen in fact. You did right having you pubic hair removed, but then, you didn't do that, did you."

"No," answered Molly, softly.

"What else did he make you do?" asked Estelle, "and remember, the truth."

"He made me suck cock," answered Molly, softly, "other men."

"How many other men?" Estelle pursued.

"I don't know," answered Molly, truthfully, but also unable to expound any further.

"Five?" responded Estelle, refusing to let her off the hook and extending her question until Molly finally gave it up, "A dozen?... two dozen?... three?... four?... five?... "

"More or less," Molly finally answered, "Five... dozen, more or less."

"So you're good at it then?" responded Estelle.

"Yeah," Molly answered, confident in the humiliating answer.

"Good," responded Estelle, "That's good. So this man, have you gotten rid of him?"

"Yes," answered Molly, but was surprised by Estelle's response.

"We've all got a man like that, Molly, at least those of us who have been lucky. You just have to make sure he stays in your rear view mirror. It's part of growing up."

"I'll keep that in mind," Molly managed, rather amazed at the comment.

"Alright, here's where we are," Estelle continued, "Truthfully, Molly, for a tail, you're at the bottom end of the spectrum in terms of your looks, but you may have just enough if we make the best of it. I'm sorry, but that's the just way it is."

"I understand," responded Molly, "I'm still going to make it. Whatever it takes."

"Very well, here's what going to happen," continued Estelle, "You are going to give notice at your job. I'm going to put you on the payroll at double your present salary as my personal assistant.

I already told you I have many legitimate businesses, but off the books I have another business that's at the heart of what we're doing here.

Simply put, I'm a madam. I have five hundred girls who work for me and most of them are happily married women who figure what their husbands don't know won't hurt them. They do one trick a month because they like a little extra romance, sex and money.

I also have thousands of clients all over the world who are very well to do and are looking for exactly that kind of woman and that kind of situation. Sort of like having an endless string of girlfriends, I guess. Who knows and who cares.

At any rate, the whole situation is a gold mine of information and connections. Whenever I identify a potential mark, that's where you come in, but you're a thousand miles from being ready for that. You have three serious deficiencies we have to overcome."

"Three?" asked Molly, surprised at the specificity of the appraisal, "What are they?"

"First and foremost, you don't know how to fuck," answered Estelle, "You simply haven't had enough experience. That will be easy enough to remedy if you work at it. Secondly, you don't know your way around a man. I think you have the instincts for it and that's why I decided to take you on. I can't tell you the last thing because you wouldn't understand. When you are able to understand, you won't have to ask."

"That sounds rather ominous," responded Molly.

"It is what it is," responded Estelle, "True understanding never comes easy."

"I don't care. I will do whatever it takes," declared Molly, adamantly.

"Very well," responded Estelle, "You may get dressed now and we'll talk some more.

Feeling much less vulnerable after putting on her clothes, Molly returned to sit next to Estelle and watched with hopeful anticipation as Estelle reached into her briefcase and produced two items which she then lay on the small coffee table in front of them. One of the items she recognized as a motel key and the other was an eight by ten picture of a very dark black man of approximately the same age as her.

"What's this?" asked Molly, now very much afraid of the answer.

"This is a key to room 312 at the Ambassador," answered Estelle, placing her finger on each item in turn, "and this is a man named Derrick. I want you to arrive promptly at seven tomorrow evening and have sex with him, however much he cares to fit into an hour."

"Tomorrow evening..." stammered Molly, not aware that her face had lost all color and betrayed her innermost feelings.

"This is a problem for you, isn't it, Molly?" declared Estelle.

"Why would you say that?" asked Molly, stumbling for time as the situation had quickly overwhelmed her.

"I watched you while you danced," answered Estelle, "You gave each person their own little show and in every case you made eye contact, except for the black men. You made eye contact with their wives and even smiled at them, but not the men."

"I guess... I never thought about it," responded Molly.

"You're from Dixie, aren't you Molly?" declared Estelle, "Rural Dixie at that, and you've spent a lot of time in small town churches and tent revivals. The idea of having sex with a black man has never even entered your mind, not even in your wildest imagination. It's something white girls just don't do, ever. It's in your bones."

"Something like that," responded Molly, now feeling light-headed and totally defeated.

"Well, take the key with you," instructed Estelle, "If you decide not to go, just cut the card up and throw it away and have a great life. It's probably the smart play anyway."   

:)

Entering the room and seeing no one, Molly waited by the door clutching her purse for a few moments before the man she had been told Derrick exited the bathroom with a towel around his waist and another he was using to dry his head.

"Sorry, I love a good shower, guess I lost track of time," he apologized.

"You're James?" asked Molly, just as a security check, even though his looks matched the picture close enough.

"No, Derrick," he corrected, but understood, "The picture Estelle has of me is a couple of years old, and you are?"

"I'm Molly," she informed him, giving him her best fake friendly smile.

"Nice to meet you, Molly, I'll just finish drying off. There's a basket on the dresser and some hangers on the coat rack for your things," he offered, before turning away back to the bathroom, "I'll be right back. There's some juice in the ice bowl if you like. Make yourself at home."

Slowly and deliberately removing and properly taking care of her clothes, Molly noticed his suit, which was already hanging on the coat rack, was of the finest quality which meant he was certainly a professional of some type so he wasn't likely to be some kind of beast, but still her stomach was churning to the extent that she wondered if she were going to be sick and she thought about the juice, but decided it would be a bad idea.

With nothing else to do once she was naked, she sat on the end of the bed with her legs close together and her hands in her lap and began examining the usual bad landscape paintings so common even in higher end hotels.

Trying to focus her mind, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing, but it didn't help and at one point she even began to tremble, barely making her recovery before the man who was going to do the unimaginable to her returned, the towel still around his waist.

Judging him to be about six feet tall and with a deep ebony complexion, he wasn't only very handsome, but also extremely muscular, and his movements as he crossed the room revealed both power and grace, elevating Molly's anxiety as the thoughts crossed her mind about how his power and athleticism would fit into the equation over the next hour and she had to struggle yet again to keep from shaking.

Keeping her legs locked ever more tightly as he stood over her and more or less paralyzed by anxiety, she was reprieved momentarily as he took control of the situation.

"The pillows are very nice," he offered, as he pulled one of them from under the covers and placed it in the middle of the bed.

Taking this as her cue, Molly scooted back to the middle of the bed, lay on her back and propped her head up on the pillow, still instinctively keeping her legs as closely together as possible as he joined her, positioning himself alongside and propping himself up on one arm, but his next actions irrevocably initiated the inevitable.

"Do you mind?" he asked, politely, as he gently touched her knee and slowly pulled it toward him.

Knowing what he wanted and what she had to do, Molly forced another nice smile as she slowly pulled both her legs apart and upward slightly, bending them at the knees, affording him a full view of her pussy before she replied.

"It would be my pleasure."

"Well, now, that, Molly, is surely one of the wonders of the universe," he enthused, as he gazed at her bare pussy, "Absolutely beautiful."

"Thanks, glad you like it," Molly responded, this time with a teasing smile.

Hardly able to keep from jumping out of her skin, Molly again suppressed her emotions as he placed his hand on her pussy and copped a good feel before removing it and completely changing the nature of their encounter.

"I think not," he declared, without any particular emotion.

"What do you mean?" asked Molly, now not having any clue about what to do.

"You've never had a black stick before, have you, Molly?" he asked.

"No," she answered, instinctively knowing any further pretenses were useless and slowly closing her legs together again.

"And you don't want one either," he continued, calmly and not unkindly, "You're a Georgia Peach, aren't you, Molly, and this is one of the worst moments of your life isn't it?"

"I wouldn't say a peach exactly, but yes," Molly cast her eyes downward and answered truthfully, even though she knew it meant the end of her dream.

"So why are you doing it?" he asked, "You don't look like you've been missing any meals."

"It's not about money. There's something else I want very badly," Molly confessed.

"And you have to fuck a black man to get it," he deduced correctly.

"Yeah," Molly admitted.

"And you're willing to do it even though you're certain it's the worst thing that could ever happen to you?" he asked.

"Yes," Molly answered, still unable to look him in the eyes, but she was hugely taken aback as he took a long moment to consider and then gave his response.

"Decorous fortuna," he finally declared, grinning to himself.

"What?" asked Molly, his odd response prompting her to look up at him again," What does that mean?"

"It means that you can go if you want to, but if you stay, I'm going to give you a damn good fucking and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it," he declared, not bothering to conceal his amusement.

"I'll stay," responded Molly, casting her expression down again, and hoping to hell he wouldn't give Estelle a negative report, even though the odds were he certainly would.

Looking back up at him with the expression of a deer in the headlights as he scooted back off the bed and stood at the end of it, Molly could only watch in dreadful fascination as he removed his towel.

Unable to avert her gaze from his already rigid penis, Molly couldn't help but be reminded of a most luxurious and expensive black silk dress she had once seen in an exclusive boutique, smooth and shiny and elegant, but it also inspired fear. Comparing it to all those she had seen before, it wasn't the thickest, but was as long as the longest.

"How would you like it?" he asked, simply.

Not bothering to give a verbal answer, Molly slowly turned over and presented herself on all fours.

Realizing she had made a mistake in not making provisions for a lubricant, Molly was grateful for his consideration as she heard him spit in his hand and a moment passed before she felt the coolness of his wet penis gently push against her entry.

Trying with all her being not to usher her usual grunts and groans as she was being mounted, she was immediately defeated as the first inch of his penis pushed inside her, and every movement thereafter elicited the same as he took his time, slowly working his lengthy member ever further toward its logical destination until she finally felt his testicles embrace her labia and with a final circular push of his hips, that which she had never even imagined became an undeniable reality.

Unable to mitigate her continuous vocal accompaniment, Molly simply endured her perceived humiliation as he again took his time, at first simply circling his dick with his hips as he kept it embedded to the hilt and only after sever minutes did he commence slow stroking, short ones at first and then long ones, but always making sure each stroke was complete and ended with Molly receiving the full measure of his offering.

Proceeding on with all the patience in the world, he continued on, slow fucking her for several more minutes until, inevitably, Molly's natural responses rendered her unable to resist any further and her grunts and groans began to transform from the negative to the positive and her back slowly arched and her head rose and whimpers and squeals poured from her throat and off the walls.

Expertly sensing the time was right, he adopted a moderate pace and once again settled in, adding more variation to his strokes, but still making sure to bury each and every one as deeply as it would go.

Now completely in control, he maintained his pace even as Molly's now unconcealed pleasure escalated, her cries getting louder and louder and her hips pushing decidedly back toward him, eagerly accepting every inch of every stroke.

Making the most of it, he continued on for several more minutes until he again sensed the time was right and began fucking the noisy Molly in earnest, stroking her with every variation which pleased him and causing her to add loud and long howls to her repertoire until the last and loudest one signaled the end of her first journey into ebony, and left her moaning on her belly.

Saying nothing as he handed her a small glass of orange juice after she had finally recovered and sat up on the bed, Molly was grateful that he didn't ask her any silly questions or make any inane comments about what had just happened and, in fact, didn't say anything at all, but rather simply sat quietly on the bed with her as they both enjoyed the juice, but glancing at his dick, she saw it was still fully erect and she knew their union hadn't yet been fully consummated and that she was going to get it again.

Already in position on her back as he returned from putting away the glasses, Molly opened and raised her legs to receive him and knowing he had already heard everything there was to hear, she didn't even try to suppress her loud groan as he mounted her, this time from above.

Eagerly cooperating and collaborating as he began his previous pattern of slow fucking, Molly quickly put her hands on his sides and adjusted her legs and hips to the proper angle to fully receive his offering.

Savoring every inch of each and every stroke of his long dick, she announced almost every one with a long and loud moan or groan or growl, and was supremely grateful that he was extending her pleasure, treating her to a magnificent plateau of careful, yet primal, almost shameful bliss.

Now as much at his mercy as would be a leaf in a strong wind, Molly's delicious slow burn was quickly raised to the next level as he picked up the pace and she responded in kind with yet louder confessions of her wickedness and once again he kept her there, attending to his own pleasure for a multitude of minutes until his considerable expertise told him it was time to move on yet again.

Able only to add howls and screams and the spastic Kicking of her legs and fluttering of her feet to their mutual wanton endeavor, Molly added them all in abundance and with abandon as he initiated his final pace and began fucking her with a thoroughly wicked stamina and precision.

Driving his dick deep into her with every stoke, he spared her no quarter and allowed her not one second of relief until, for the second time, a mighty scream followed by a mighty growl and a long slow groan left her devoid of the capacity to even move.

Somewhat confused as she slowly regained her senses and realized he still hadn't disengaged from her and that his long rigid dick was still deep inside her, Molly wasn't sure exactly what to do.

She knew she wasn't up for another round, but she didn't have to make any decision as he gently lifted and pushed her thighs up toward her chest and adjusted their width until she was perfectly positioned for him to bury his dick into her as deeply as it would go.

Taking his time and with the utmost care, he slowly did just that, fidgeting about with his hips and knees and adjusting Molly's legs until she had been fully speared.

Not afraid, but still confused by his actions, Molly waited patiently as he now locked eyes with her, but in only one more moment she realized what he was up to.

Seeing the recognition and then the surrender in her eyes, there was a long moment and then another before he completed his personal agenda and Molly felt the warm glow at the end of his dick as he deposited his masculine issue deeply within her, but she still had to wait another long moment before he finally released her.

"We still have a little time," he declared, offering his hand and a pleasant smile before leading her to the shower.

Joining him inside after he had adjusted the water, she accepted the bar of soap when he handed it to her and slowly bathed him, including a through cleansing of his package using both hands to lather it up and make sure it was fully rinsed.

Pretty much placid by this point, Molly didn't object when he began lathering her, but she was grateful that he was very polite, indulging himself only sparingly with his caresses of her breasts and buttocks, and even more considerately only made one quick pass with his hand between her legs before rinsing her off.

Most of all, She was supremely grateful that once again he initiated no conversation, never asking her how she liked it, or what she thought about it. He just let it be whatever it was for her and keep it to herself.

For her part, she wasn't really sure how she felt about it except that she knew something had been taken from her, and something had been added. What she didn't exactly know was what those things were, or if it had been an even trade.

:)

Returning home from the museum the next day after a hard day's work, Molly finished up some leftovers and put on her PJ's before firing up her computer and checking her email. Seeing she had one from Estelle, she left it unopened as she went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. 

Staring at the screen as she slowly emptied the glass, she felt a sickness in her gut. She had done what she was told to do, but hardly in any fashion to be proud of from a professional point of view.

She had hardly "found her way around her man." To the contrary, she had insulted him to the core and made a fool of herself to boot.

She was certain the email from Estelle would be nothing more than a complete dismissal. Estelle wasn't the type to indulge in incrimination, but she was the type to be concise and conclusive. You're out, that's it.




You Are What You Are Ch. 06



With nothing left to do, she clicked on the header and got the shock of her life.

"Derrick delighted. Has booked you for Mondays on a continuing basis. Same place, same time, different room, #510, better sound proofing. Don't be late. No, you may not decline. Good job."

Estelle



You Are What You Are



"No, we haven't," I confirmed, before proceeding with a big lie, "but I've been admiring you from afar for a long time."

"What do you mean?" she asked, "I don't recall ever seeing you before."

"Every Thursday night you and your husband eat at Mario's, seven o'clock sharp, always at the same table," I continued, having done enough of my homework to spin a good yarn, "I just happened to see you there once and I couldn't help myself, I kept going back. I kept hoping I would get to meet you, to talk to you, to steal you away, but I knew it was never going to happen by chance, that I had to make it happen, so I have."

"So you were captivated by my beauty?" she asked, now openly teasing me.

"Absolutely, totally," I answered.

"Evidently you don't feel that way about my bush," she quipped, making me happy because I knew I was getting to her.

"Touché," I offered with a smile, happy to let her feel good about herself... to my own ends, of course, and then quickly capitalized on the opportunity after giving her a long moment to enjoy it, "So, did you go to college? Of course you did, I can tell. What did you study?"

"Anthropology," she answered.

"Well, do tell, cultural, physical, classical, forensic?... no not forensic... I'm going with cultural," I ventured.

"Cultural AND physical," she responded, finishing off the last of the second glass of wine I had poured for her and not objecting as I again filled her glass.

"No kidding!" I now eagerly began to engage her, "So what racial group has the most spherical cranial index?" 

"Too easy," she quickly responded, "The Mayan Indians have the roundest heads in the world, and the Inca the largest chest cavities."

"Hummm!" I continued, "Well, then, Miss Smarty Pants.... "

Using the next three quarters of an hour to not only genuinely enjoy her company, but also to fully engage her and make sure she enjoyed mine, I played the situation out to its logical conclusion before moving things along.

"Well, I think we've had enough wine," I declared, extending my hand and leading her to the shower.

Taking my time, and giving the wine enough time to do its work, not to mention the half of a sleeping pill I had slipped her, I carefully washed her hair, gave her a nice scalp massage and lovingly lathered her body with my hands.

I had also, of course, taken some time as I did so to treat myself to some more time staring at her big bare pussy, but the best part was when I caught her more than once taking a good look at my dick, with a mixture of both fear and fascination.

Waiting until it was her turn to lather me up and she had finally worked her way down to my package, I broached the subject and was pleased with the results.

"Am I bigger than your husband?" I asked as she cautiously went about the simple task.

"Yes... lot's" she managed, in what I knew was a plea for mercy.

"Don't worry, Molly," I assured her, it'll fit and I'll make sure it doesn't hurt.

"Thanks," she offered, sincerely.

"Have you only been with one man, Molly?" I asked.

"A proper lady doesn't discuss such things," she teasingly informed me, the wine and pill now doing as much talking as she was.

"And so she shouldn't," I agreed, as I let her finish before leading her back down the hall and into my bedroom, all the while grateful I had been able to control myself, thereby, at least for now, making the prize that much sweeter when the time came.

Telling her to make herself comfortable on the bed while I attended to a few things, I left the room for a few minutes to prepare my extensive audio/visual system and upon my return found her fast asleep, just as I knew she would be. She'd had a rough morning and I wanted her fresh for the wonderful evening I had planned for myself.

Making a quick call to Sammy to confirm he was well on the way to having every room in her house completely wired for both audio and video, I then grabbed the remote, turned on the three big wide-screens on the wall and once again began to re-live and enjoy the morning.

I had four cameras just in the weight room and I thoroughly enjoyed the replay of Molly's paddling from the front and sides as I hadn't been able to do while actually doing it. 

I especially enjoyed watching her muscles as she strained mightily against her restraints, and the bouncing of her boobs, but most of all, of course, I enjoyed the sight of her lifting her head to the ceiling and howling her head off.

Finishing off the video, I returned to the bedroom a few minutes before I knew she would be waking up and spent some more enjoyable time just watching her sleep.

Taking my time, I made a careful inspection of her every naked feature, her big bare pussy and her full breasts and big nipples. It was wonderful and she was wonderful, from her head down to her pretty little feet and toes. She was perfect, but what was even more perfect was that she was mine, or would be. I was going to see to that.

Opening her eyes to find me casually sitting in my chair, she slowly drew herself up against the headboard in an unconscious attempt to retreat from what she knew was coming, but she didn't have to as I offered her another little surprise.

Reaching for the remote, I turned on the big wide-screen and displayed the first of a simple set of line drawings of nude women.

"I want you to pose for me," I informed her, "and be sure to give me your prettiest smile."

Using the drawings as her guide as I flashed them on the screen one at a time, none of the positions were overtly sexual, but each one did display her tits and pussy, thus making it difficult for her to put on a happy face, but with some coaching and encouragement from me she managed to give me what I wanted without having to resort to any threats.

"Alright, now grab one of those pillows and come over here," I ordered after I had shed all my clothes and sat down again in my big chair, "I think you know what to do."

Knowing indeed what she had to do, she placed the pillow on the floor between my legs and used to it protect her knees as she knelt down, her face only inches from my dick.

"Okay, get it in there," I ordered, watching with delight as she gingerly used her thumb and first finger to guide my dick into her mouth before suffering her first rebuke, "Go on, you can get more than that in there, put your hands down on your thighs and be still, just hold it in your mouth for now."

Giving her no respite, I had to struggle mightily to control myself as I enjoyed her most profound embarrassment of the evening. 

"Look at me," I ordered and watched with pleasure as the discomfort swept over her at having to look up into my eyes, her mouth full of my big dick and her rather full lips wrapped around it.

"There, that's not so bad," I encouraged her, producing my next weapon of humiliation from the little lamp stand drawer next to my chair and began gently combing her hair as she gazed up at me, horrified and helpless.

Taking the next ten minutes to amuse and enjoy myself at her expense I busied myself running the big comb through her hair, all the while treating her to her fate in the form of my instructions as to the treat she was going to give me.

"I like to have my dick sucked," I informed her, "I like it a lot, so you might as well get used to it. And I already told you I expect quality, right?

"Ummm, hummm," she murmured, softly, after I informed her that her little head nod wasn't sufficient.

"Good, now pull off a little until my just the head is in your mouth and start sucking, not too hard, but not too easy either," I instructed, before delivering the most awful news yet, "Now, whenever I tap you on the shoulder or in some other way signal to you I'm about to come, you're going to start sucking just like that until I'm finished and then you're going to swallow it. Do you understand?"

"Ummm, hummm," she murmured again, as the color drained out of her face for a long moment before she recovered herself.

"Good, now you can start the main course, just pretend it's a popsicle and that you love popsicle's. Use your imagination and don't be lazy," I ordered, watching with delight as she began slowly, but then picked up the pace until she was soon doing a very credible job.

Enjoying myself immensely, I let her spend the next fifteen minutes bobbing up and down on my dick until I felt she'd had enough and gently motioned her to the bed for the main course.

"Once again being gentle, I politely maneuvered her onto her hands and knee's and was promptly rewarded with the sight of her big beautiful pussy staring back at me from between her legs.

It was a beautiful sight and I had to work hard to keep from ramming her right them, but managed to restrain myself. 

"Don't worry," I assured her, but still issued a caveat, "I'm not going to hurt you, but I don't want any complaining either. You're just going to get a good fucking, that's all."

Wanting her to experience the sensation of my dick filling her to the fullest, I availed myself of some lubricant from my little drawer, dabbed a little on and received my most enjoyable moment of the evening as I placed my hands on her shoulders to hold her in place and presented her with the whole enchilada in one easy stroke.

It was then that I realized that whatever Sammy was charging me, it was a bargain. I had been with a lot of women in my time, but I had never known any woman to put up such a fuss about anything.

"It's only nine inches, well, okay, a thick nine inches," I laughed to myself, but you would have thought it was the end of the world as she promptly went about grunting and squealing and moaning and groaning like, well, okay, I'm just going to say it, like a stuck pig.

Taking it easy, I simply massaged her pussy and gave her slow strokes for awhile, but it didn't seem to make any difference in the volume or frequency of her protestations, even though I could tell she was trying her best to be quiet.

I wanted to really put it to her, of course, but first I wanted her to get it slow, with no distractions. I wanted her to be fully aware and have plenty of time to contemplate the entirety of what was happening to her.

Taking most of the next five minutes to slowly build up steam, I finally began giving it to her at a moderate pace as she matched my intensity with the volume of her cries, but as the minutes went by I realized that her protestations were slowly transforming themselves into cries of pleasure and that's when I really went to work.

Paying close attention and using her louder and louder cries as my measure, I used the next ten minutes to maximize every move in the service of her pleasure. 

Changing my pace as required to keep her on the edge, I was thrilled as she finally let go and began moving as best she could to get the best of what I was giving her. 

Sometimes pushing back into me and sometimes moving her fine little ass back and forth, her loud cries were better than any music anyone ever made until she finally arched her back, lifted her head and gave it up with a loud howl and long groan.

Waiting until she settled down, I just stayed inside her until I knew she was once again fully cognizant before giving her the coup de gras. 

Utilizing all my willpower and control, it only took me less that a minute of easy stroking before I finally sank my dick in as far as it would go and gave her my full load in such a way that there could be no doubt in her mind as to what had just happened and that our relationship had been fully consummated.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I commented, a big grin on my face, as we both collapsed back down on the bed along side each other.

"Ass hole," she responded.

"Yes I am," I laughed, as I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my back against the big leather headboard, "and how does that fit into an anthropological paradigm? "

"Very funny," she growled, but the tone in her voice brought me a great deal of satisfaction as I could tell she wasn't nearly as pissed off as she could have been.

Settling back down along side her, I propped myself up on one elbow and again began working another aspect of my magic. 

It was all part of the plan, of course, but the most enjoyable plans are those that work and the rest of the evening went well as I gave her my best shot, ordering out for gourmet Chinese and sweet talking her every chance I got until she finally warmed up and had a reasonably good time in spite of her resentment at what I had just done to her.

I also knew that in the back of her mind she was furiously thinking about what her future held and how she was going to handle everything, but, as always, I was three steps ahead of her.

Not taking any more liberties for the rest of the evening, we simply went to sleep and got a good nights rest and I even fed her breakfast in bed before we went for a nice dip in my indoor pool, but afterward it was back to business as I once again led her to the bedroom.

The night before had just been the preliminary, of course, and now I was determined to give her a fucking she would never forget, but it also turned into an afternoon I would never forget.

In spite of everything that could have gotten in the way, and certainly in spite of her desire not to do so, it was clear she wanted more. Easily falling into whatever position I put her in, she soon let go of any pretentions and responded eagerly to everything I gave her. To tell the truth, I fucked the holy hell out of her, but she was the only one who had anything left when it was over.

It wasn't that she liked me, of course, she didn't. For the most part she even hated me, but she certainly liked the sex. It was easy to tell her old man hadn't been much and now she was getting much and she definitely more than liked it. She loved it.

"So much the better," I thought to myself, "That has to work in my favor sooner or later.

:)

"My husband will be home in a couple of hours," she informed me, after we had showered, dressed and finished another call-in dinner and I had used the time to again sweet talk her as much as possible.

"I know, you should be off pretty soon, but first I want to tell you what happens from here," I responded, "I have some big plans for us, plans I hope you will like."

"I suppose you plan to rape me again," she responded, coldly, finding some left over courage, which I reminded myself I had purposely left her.

"And I suppose you've already forgotten how I feel about attitude," I came back, not letting her get totally away with it.

"I haven't forgotten," she answered, but the tone of her voice clearly indicated her reluctant retreat.

"Your husband preaches every Wednesday night in Holdenville," I continued, "He leaves early Wednesday morning and doesn't return until late Thursday night. That means every Wednesday morning early you are going to come over here and we are going to spend that time together."

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" she asked, defiantly.

"Well, for one thing, this," I replied, reaching for the remote and turning on the video of her and I together having sex, "and for another, if I took you once, I can take you again. And next time I might not be so nice."

"Now, there are a few other things," I continued, changing the view on the big screen to one which caused a visible shock wave to spread across her face, "As you can see, this is the inside of your house, I have every room covered, except for the bathroom, of course, since I'm not a pervert and all."

"My house!" she exclaimed, "You're going to watch me at home... why?"

"Two reasons," I replied calmly, "The first is I like to watch you go naked and the other is so that I can make sure you don't have sex with your husband."

"But if I don't have sex with him, he will leave me!" she exclaimed again, now almost in a panic.

"No, he won't," I replied, again very calmly, "because whenever he wants' to have sex you're going to suck his dick, and I better see that going on at least two times during the week and two more times on the weekends."

"But, he will want to have sex too!" she pleaded.

"Tell him you can't, because you have an infection," I informed her, and that's why you're pussy is shaved and you have to always go naked from the waist down. You need the circulation or whatever. Tell him whatever you care to, but that's the way it's going to be and don't try to sneak into the bathroom to have sex either. If I ever see the two of you go in there together I will assume you have disobeyed my instructions."

"I have to go naked from the waist down?" she exclaimed again, almost crying.

"Yes, all the time, and I better not catch you with any hair on your pussy either, not even stubble, or you'll regret it."

Now crying, she looked about the room, completely unable to look at me until I spoke once again commanding her attention.

"There are some other things," I continued, but was relieved that she had already composed herself somewhat by her reply.

"I can't wait," she responded, as she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks with one hand.

"Take this envelope," I instructed, handing it to her, "It has some addresses in it of places I want you to go and things I want you to do. The first thing is to go to the 'Auto Multiplex' and ask for a salesman named Armando. 

Pick yourself out a car. Anything they have on the lot you can have. If they don't have one you like, you can special order it. If they sell it, you can have it. Don't worry about the money, that's taken care of. 

Next, every Tuesday and Friday morning at nine you will go to The Apollo Gym and ask for a guy named Nick, he will be your personal trainer. You are going to start working out."

"I don't have the money for that either," she protested.

"You won't need any," I informed her, "You will have to pay for the sessions, of course, but I'm sure you and Nick can work something out."

"How will I explain all this to my husband?" she asked.

"Tell him you got a job," I answered.

"But I don't have a job," she protested again.

"Yes, you do," I informed her again, "On Monday morning I want you to pay a visit to Jean Paul at his artist's school in Glenville. You're going to be a nude model. You'll be getting a hundred bucks an hour, so you'll have plenty of spending money. I don't care how much you work, as long as it's at least three hours a week."

"A nude model!" she exclaimed, "I can't go naked in front of a bunch of people! I can't! What if someone at the church found out!"

"It's fifty miles away and very exclusive," I assured her, "No one will know."

"Is that all?" she asked, trying to hide both her anguish and her anger.

"No," I continued, "You have an open account at Mai's. They can do your hair and nails and all. They also do waxing, so you might prefer that to shaving and there's also an address in there to a fine women's fashion boutique. I want you to buy three or four evening dresses with the proper accessories. They know you're coming so you can just charge it to me."

"I'm not going to do any of this," she informed me, finally openly defiant.

"Yes, you will," I calmly responded.

"I won't, you'll see," she insisted.

"Yes, we'll see," I answered, as I finally escorted her to the door and presented her with her car keys, "See you next Wednesday." 

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