2 comments/ 27786 views/ 14 favorites A Voice in the Dark By: suziesdad A story by Suziesdad. This story is all my own imagination. All characters are over 18 years of age, and are fictitious. This is a work of fiction; it does not represent any real persons or events. This is (hopefully) the first of a story series featuring Lesley. Please let me know by leaving comments, if you want another story. My thanks to those who read this. CHAPTER 1 Turning off the water, Lesley stepped out of the shower, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. For a woman her age, her breasts were still full and firm, and her ass was still tight and round. She was a regular at her local gym, and had a personal trainer as well. Her trips to the gym, and coffee and shopping with her friends, were about the only times she got out of the house. After twenty years of marriage to Brian, she was becoming disillusioned. Looking this good didn't come cheaply, but it was worth it for the envious comments of her friends. Lesley wasn't a shallow person; she just enjoyed looking her best. Lately, her husband Brian had been paying less attention to her. He seemed engrossed in his problems at work, and worse, he flirted outrageously with other women, some of whom were her friends. Just recently, their sex life had taken a downturn; Lesley had become convinced that Brian was up to his old tricks again. He had cheated on her in the past, but she had always chosen to overlook his indiscretions. Tonight would be different... Taking a big, fluffy towel off the radiator, Lesley luxuriated in its warmth as she wrapped it around herself. Piling her long, dark, wavy hair on her head, she wrapped a smaller towel around it and headed for the bedroom. She could hear her husband Brian on his cell phone talking to someone in work. "Come on honey, the party starts in an hour" she said irritably. Lesley had been looking forward to this party; it was a chance to show off her very expensive new dress, and to get Brian's attention focussed on her rather than her friends. Brian put up a hand to show he had heard her; and carried on buttoning up his shirt whilst talking into his phone, which was propped between his shoulder and his ear. Taking the towel off her head, Lesley began to dry her hair. When she had most of the moisture out, she picked up her hairdryer and dried it. Unfastening the big towel, she commenced drying herself in front of the mirrored doors on the walk-in closet, smiling a satisfied smile as she did so. Still naked, Lesley walked over to the dressing table and began to apply her make-up. Taking a bottle of Chanel No5, she sprayed herself all over. Opening her closet, she took out her dress for tonight. Lesley had seen it in the window of Bernard's' Boutique while out shopping with Linda, her best friend and neighbour. It was wine-red with a gold zip all the way down the back. "Let's go in, I want to try it on!" Lesley had said. The tinkle of the bell brought a woman assistant from the back. "May I help you?"She enquired. "I'd like to try on the red dress in the window please" Lesley replied. "Certainly Madam, if you'll just wait there a moment I'll bring it over." When the assistant returned with the dress, she looked Lesley up and down. "Madam may wish to dispense with any underwear she's wearing; this dress is designed to be a close fit." Lesley and Linda exchanged a look. "Surely you don't expect me to go naked under this," Lesley indicated the dress. "Unless Madam is comfortable with VPL that's exactly what I would suggest," the assistant said with a straight face. "Fine, I'll try it on both ways," Lesley replied. Taking the dress, she headed for the changing room. Taking off her own clothes, she unzipped the dress and stepped into it. It was a bit of a struggle but she got it on eventually. Looking into the mirror she could see straight away what the woman meant. The dress fitted so closely she could see the outline of her bra and panties quite clearly. Stepping out of the changing room, Lesley nervously anticipated Linda's and the assistant's verdict. Straight away Linda noticed. "Oh Les she's right, you're not going to be able to wear ANYTHING under it!" Lesley sighed, "OK, I'll try it on without anything underneath." She headed back to the changing room. It was a bit of a struggle but she got the dress off and then she took off her bra and panties. Naked, she looked at her reflection. Stepping into the dress, Lesley found it less of a struggle with no underwear. She did the zip up and looked at her reflection again and almost gasped, the dress clung to every curve as though it had been sprayed on! "I'll take it," Lesley said. Now she was about to put it on for the first time for Brian, she had compromised and decided to wear her smallest pair of panties. She walked over to her bedside cabinet and took out a pair of sheer black stockings and the panties. Stepping into the panties, Lesley pulled them up her smooth legs, so that they fitted snugly; the lacy material felt tight against her shaven pussy, irritating her clitoris slightly, and disappearing up into the crack of her ass, already she was feeling naughty. Sitting on the side of the bed, she carefully rolled up her stockings; sliding her foot in and drawing them up her long legs, the sheer nylon felt almost sensual next to her naked skin. They were hold-ups, because a garter belt was out of the question as the dress fitted so closely. Taking the dress off the bed, she stepped into it; wriggling her ass until it fitted. Calling Brian over, Lesley said; "zip me up would you darling?" Still talking into the phone, Brian zipped up the dress; Lesley stepped into a pair of black fuck-me pumps with a 4" heel she had been saving for just such an occasion. With difficulty, she did a twirl. "Well, how do I look?" Brian looked across at his wife, given her a cursory glance, said "very nice," and carried on talking. Lesley had felt so sexy when she had finished getting dressed but Brian had hardly noticed! "I don't know why I bothered!" She thought to herself. Lesley decided then that she would get very drunk, very quickly. When she and Brian got downstairs to the party, guests had started arriving; waiters carrying trays of red wine or champagne stood by the front door, ready to meet their requirements. Lesley made straight for the waiters carrying the trays of champagne; five glasses later she was feeling lightheaded and the room had begun to spin, she needed some air... CHAPTER 2 He had arrived with his brother and sister, but they had been whisked away to talk to some of their friends. Not knowing anyone else, he gravitated to a corner with a glass of champagne, and indulged in his favourite pastime of people watching. He surveyed the room, watching the interaction of the guests. Some of the women clung to their partners, almost afraid to let them out of their sight, others got drunk and laughed shrilly at the inane jokes of the host. Then he saw her, he didn't know her name, but in that dress, he didn't have to. He watched as she made return trips to the waiters carrying the champagne. Every time she passed the host, she gave him and the women around him an icy glare. He quickly picked up that their host was this gorgeous creature's husband. What was the matter with the man? He had the most beautiful woman in the room, and yet he was surrounding himself with women who couldn't hold a candle to her. She was downing the glasses too quickly, and he could see her becoming more and more drunk and unsteady on her heels. He saw her head for the sliding glass door which made up one side of the room. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed her leaving but no-one had, they were all too busy with their own inane conversations. "Give it ten minutes," he said to himself. ****** Opening the glass door, Lesley stepped outside into the darkness and the cool air. She had to get away from the party and get some fresh air, it was stifling inside the house and the noise was beginning to give her a headache. She had drunk too much champagne too quickly, and now her head was beginning to spin. In addition, her husband Brian was behaving like an asshole as usual, flirting with all the women in the room, most of whom were her friends. What had made things worse was that some of them openly flirted back! So Lesley decided to slip away, she hoped that no one had seen her, but didn't much care if they had. The night air cooled her down; it also helped to clear her head somewhat. In addition, it also had the effect of making her nipples harden under her dress; they stood out like two bullets, making peaks in the close fitting, stretchy material. Lesley had decided not to wear a bra, as it would have spoiled the fit. She had considered going without panties as well, since the dress fitted like a second skin, but decided that might be going too far, in the end she had opted for her smallest pair. She was also beginning to feel more than a little horny, her nipples were rock hard in the cool air and they rubbed on the material of her dress sending shock waves to her pussy and clit. She felt more than a little frustration at leaving the party; there were some good-looking men inside and she wished that one of them were here with her now, she was growing ever hornier by the minute at the thought of a good-looking man with a big cock. Lesley had never strayed in twenty years, despite knowing that Brian had cheated on several occasions. A few of the women she had considered friends. There had been several occasions when she had been tempted, but had resisted each time. Tonight however, was the last straw; she would find herself a man for tonight and have meaningless sex with him. Just as she was thinking this, Lesley heard the sliding door open and close. Not hearing anything else, she went back to feeling sorry for herself, musing on the hard cock she needed to satisfy her need. Lesley walked away from the light coming through the uncurtained door, and into the shadows cast by the trees around the pool. She was just about to return to the party when she heard a noise behind her. Before she could turn around, a man's voice whispered in her ear; "He doesn't appreciate you does he?"Before Lesley could scream, a large hand clamped over her mouth. "I wouldn't if I were you; you don't want everyone to come and see do you?" Or is that your thing, do you like to be watched?" The sensation of being watched whilst having sex with a stranger can be how shall I put it... Intense! In my experience, women who wear dresses like yours usually like to be the centre of attention." She did not recognise the voice and went to turn around. A hand on her arm prevented her; it was gentle but unyielding at the same time. "Don't turn around; I want to enjoy you without you seeing my face. Are you going to scream if I take my hand away?" the voice asked, Lesley shook her head. When he took his hand away, Lesley stammered "What...Who are you? Let go of my arm, my husband could be out at any minute, he won't be very pleased if he catches you out here with me. I'm a respectable married woman, not some slut you've picked up in a bar." The stranger whispered in her ear, "Oh, I know exactly what kind of woman you are, a little bird tells me that hubby is playing away and you're not getting any." Lesley tried to pull away but the stranger was too strong, he held her arm tightly, preventing her from turning round. She racked her brains, trying to think who might have told him about her and Brian. As though he had read her mind, the stranger chuckled. "Trying to work out who told me, I wouldn't bother if I were you." Lesley felt conflicting emotions at the stranger's sudden appearance. At first, she felt fear; all she knew was that there was a man behind her who had approached silently. He might mean her harm. When he didn't she relaxed a bit. Secondly, she felt excitement; her musings about finding a man had come true, only he had followed her into the dark by the pool. As he talked, he lowered his face to place a kiss at the base of Lesley's neck where it met her collarbone. She shivered involuntarily. Despite the cool evening, the stranger's lips felt as though they were on fire, and Lesley felt as if a branding iron had touched her skin. She did not want to encourage the stranger too much yet, so she stood still, trying not to react. As he pressed his face to Lesley's skin, he breathed in her scent. "You smell gorgeous," he whispered in her ear, "I love Chanel No5." Continued kissing down her neck and along an exposed shoulder provoked gasps and low moans. The stranger stood behind Lesley, his hands roaming freely across her body. Lesley felt herself beginning to succumb to the stranger's touch. The way he had taken possession of her without her permission astounded her. For a moment, she was unable to speak. She could feel his growing bulge pressing against her ass. It had been a long time since she had felt a man get aroused just from touching her. She needed a man's company, what better than a faceless stranger? She could feel her panties beginning to become damp with her moisture as his hands continued to explore her. Pulling her close to him, he cupped her breasts, testing their weight and firmness. As he did this Lesley's mouth opened and a low moan escaped, "ohhh yes, I loved having my tits played with, don't stop!" Her skin thrilled and her heart began to beat faster as the stranger explored her curves, she could feel her panties getting damper as her pussy juices began to flow more freely. Once, Brian used to do this, but not anymore. Now he was too busy with work, or just tired. When the stranger pulled Lesley against him, he could feel her body quivering with suppressed passion. Differing emotions fought for supremacy within her, the respectable married woman who had never given in to temptation. Alternatively, the abandoned wife starved of attention from her husband. Gradually the abandoned wife won out. Lesley began to give in to the stranger's touch. The stranger continued caressing Lesley's breasts through her dress. She could feel the heat of his hands through the thin material. "You're a naughty girl, you're not wearing a bra, let's see if you are wearing any panties shall we?" He chuckled into Lesley's ear. Sliding one hand down her belly, the stranger cupped her crotch, at the same time beginning to raise the hem of her dress. "I want to see your cunt," he growled, "I'll bet it is as beautiful as the rest of you." "I want to fuck you right here, right now." "My husband... no, we can't... not here, someone might see us." Lesley stammered as she vainly tried to pull down the hem of her dress, whilst every fibre of her being told her to let him have his way.Being unfaithful to Brian wasn't what was making her reluctant; she had come to the realization long ago that he would never change. She just did not want him to find her with her panties round her ankles, fucking with a stranger by the pool. Then she had an idea... ****** Lesley had been both excited and repelled when he used such a crude word as cunt to describe such an intimate part of her. She had never liked the expression, preferring "pussy" but somehow his crudeness only served to make her even hotter and hornier, as his hands continued to explore her voluptuous body. She leaned back, luxuriating in the touch of a man who knew his way around a woman's body. It had been a while since a man had pressed all her buttons like this. "Oh My God, don't stop," she said breathlessly as he teased her stiffened nipples expertly. She moaned as he pinched them hard between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Then he started to slide the straps of her dress down her arms. Lesley struggled to pull them back up; she didn't want Brian finding her like this. "We can't do it here, there isn't any cover," Lesley gasped out. "Where then?" the stranger asked. Lesley pointed into the shadows, "There's a pool house over there." "You are a very naughty girl aren't you?" The stranger laughed, "I could be a serial killer for all you know!" "Serial killer or not, all I know is that I need a man, and you're a man," Lesley replied. "Just don't hurt me." "Hurt you? Why would I do that?" the stranger said, sounding puzzled. "I want to fuck you not hurt you, although some women I've known liked me to do both." The stranger smiled to himself, although Lesley could not have known it, his plan had worked! This was going to be easier than he had first thought. All he had to do was to get her to the pool house and she would be his. If her husband wouldn't fuck her, he would. After that, she would do what he told her. His sister had been right; she was ripe for the picking, an abandoned wife, in need of cock... ****** The trees, which bordered the pool, ended short of the building; there was a gap of about fifty feet. To reach the pool house meant crossing the garden, with no cover. The stranger spoke, "ladies first!" He made a mock bow and waved Lesley in front. Just as he did this, moonlight filtered through a break in the clouds, lighting up the garden. Lesley came to an abrupt halt within the shadows, the stranger almost ran into her. "I'll check to see there's no-one about, you wait here," she said in a low whisper. The stranger said nothing; Lesley made her way cautiously into the moonlight. She thought about what he had said, he COULD be a serial killer! Right now, all she wanted was a man with a big hard cock, anything else could come later. The stranger watched from the shadows as Lesley made her way towards the pool-house. High heels were not the best shoes for walking on grass, plus the effects of the champagne had not completely worn off, she wobbled a little, making her firm ass sway under her dress. He watched hungrily as she negotiated her way over the uneven ground, eventually she reached the pool house and called him over. Just as he set off, clouds scudded across the sky, partially obscuring the moon; he kept out of the moonlight and in the shadows all the way across. Lesley could not see his face. While she waited, she asked herself what she was doing here with this man. She answered her own question, she was here to have sex with him because her husband could not be bothered to fuck her, he was too busy with work and flirting with other women. Still, it was odd not seeing the stranger's face, but maybe that was for the best. Lesley watched as he made his way over to the pool house, all that she had been able to discern was his height. He was at least a foot taller than she was, even though she was wearing 4" heels. When he reached her, he was laughing. "What's so funny?" Lesley asked. "I was just admiring the view as you walked over here; nice ass," he said. "Your ass is nearly as spectacular as your tits." Lesley felt herself colour at his comparison, but reminded herself she was here to fuck him, not trade compliments. The pool house was large and had a large dining table and chairs in the centre. Moonlight filtered in through the windows, creating both light and dark areas. Still keeping to the shadows, the stranger spoke. "You're going to show me your cunt and then I'm going to fuck it!" "Lean forward and pull your dress up and your panties down, and don't turn around until I tell you to." "How far do you want me to pull my panties down?" Lesley asked, a slight note of trepidation in her voice. "So I can see them," the voice replied. Lesley did as he told her, although a little bit reluctantly at first as it meant they were round her knees. She had shaved herself smooth earlier whilst in the shower, and you could see everything. She felt his hands on her ass, then he ground his hardening cock into the crack. Taking his hands away, he slid down the straps of her dress. One by one, he released her breasts from the confines of her dress. Cupping them, he felt how silky smooth and heavy they were; taking the nipples between forefinger and thumb, he caressed and squeezed them, gently at first then harder. A Voice in the Dark "Ohhh god yes, don't stop!" Lesley groaned; her breath came in short gasps as the stranger alternated between caressing and squeezing her nipples. Her juices were starting to flow more quickly and she could feel her pussy getting wetter as her orgasm approached, just then the stranger stopped. "Why have you stopped?" she gasped, "I'm nearly there!" The stranger put his hands back on her ass, running them across it, feeling the hard, round, globes beneath his touch; Lesley shivered, after her tits, her ass was the most favourite thing she liked about her body, and she loved having it stroked and kissed. As a regular at her local gym, she paid special attention to exercises that firmed it up. At 47, even though she said it herself, she looked good, not that Brian noticed! She had her dark wavy hair cut, and styled, at least twice a month, and had a manicure and pedicure every week. The stranger had been silent for a few moments as he caressed Lesley's ass through her dress. Suddenly he spoke; "To answer your question, because I want to find out what's under here," and gave her ass a slap. Lesley flinched, expecting another, but none came, instead she felt his hands sliding down her stocking-clad legs to her shoes. "My my, we are a wicked girl aren't we?" He said, "Dressing like a high-class whore just for ME!" As he spoke, his hands slowly made their way back up her legs, stopping to caress her taught calves, then the soft skin behind her knees. His touch was making Lesley's legs tremble, she was sure they would not hold her up much longer. "Oh I DO hope you're wearing stockings not pantyhose, it would be such a letdown if you weren't." As he spoke, his fingers walked their way towards the hem of her dress, up her strong, muscular thighs. Taking hold of them, he gave them a squeeze. "These will come in very useful for wrapping around me while I fuck you," he said. Eventually his fingers reached the creamy flesh at the top of her stockings. Lesley was vainly trying to stop herself from crying out as he teased her unmercifully. "But first, let's see what you're hiding under here." With that, he pulled the hem of Lesley's dress over her ass, revealing her pussy and stockings pulled tight on her creamy thighs, leaving her like a street whore up a back alley, with her panties round her knees. "Oh VERY nice," he said, "You've even shaved just for me!" With that, he stroked the glistening lips protruding from her pussy; making Lesley shiver. Raising his fingers to his mouth, he tasted her juices. "Oh please, just fuck me now!" Lesley almost screamed. The stranger laughed, "all in good time, but I've got a use for your stockings first." Taking hold of the tops, he peeled Lesley's stockings down her legs to her ankles. The sheer nylon whispered against her smooth legs as he drew them down, one at a time. As he did so, he kissed his way down her bare legs, from the firm globes of her ass all the way to her feet. His lips burned against Lesley's cool skin. He breathed in her odour as he did, "my god you are beautiful, he's a fool your husband." Lesley slipped off her shoes so he could take off her stockings, and then put them back on. "What do you want with my stockings?" Lesley tried to sound confident, but a tremble in her voice gave her away. She thought about what he'd said in the garden, maybe he WAS a killer?" "You'll see, or rather you won't!" The stranger laughed at his little joke. "Stand up with your back to me and don't turn around." As he was talking, he fashioned Lesley's stockings into a blindfold. As he did so, he raised them to his face, breathing in the smell of her skin and the faintly pungent odour of her feet. Satisfied with his work he reached around her. Covering her eyes with the makeshift blindfold, he tied it into a double knot behind Lesley's head... CHAPTER 3 "What... What are you doing...?" Lesley asked, her voice quavering. "I want to see you while you fuck me," she said, her voice still unsteady. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you." "But why the blindfold?" Lesley asked, a hint of fear still in her voice. "Because I don't want you to see my face," he replied. "It'll be fun!" He stepped up behind Lesley again, until she could feel the shape of his manhood pressing into the crack of her ass, it felt thicker and harder than Brian's. "I think it's about time we dispensed with this," he whispered in Lesley's ear. His hands roamed across the material of her dress, making her tremble and she let a moan escape from her mouth. "Oh yes, I want to be naked for you, you can do anything you want to me, just FUCK me!" Lesley almost screamed the word fuck; this man was driving her crazy! "Anything?" The stranger sounded intrigued. "Like I said, that comes later; first we have to get this dress off you." Reaching behind her, Lesley frantically scrabbled for the zipper tag. The stranger knocked Lesley's hands away. "No, this is my job; I'll take it off MY way!" With that, he took hold of the zipper tag and pulled it down, exactly one inch! Lesley reached behind her again. "What... What are you doing, just unzip me!" she almost shouted. "As I said, it's my job and I'll do it my way!"As if to prove his point he kissed the skin exposed by the zip's downward travel. Lesley shivered; his lips seemed to burn her skin as they kissed their way down her exposed spine. He pulled the zip down another inch and repeated the action, breathing in her perfume and the hot, musky smell of her cunt, it made an intoxicating combination."You smell amazing," he whispered in her ear; putting out his tongue, he ran it down Lesley's exposed spine, causing goose bumps to appear on the exposed flesh, "and you taste good enough to eat!" Lesley nearly jumped out of her skin at the touch of his tongue on her bare flesh, like his lips it was hot and muscular, and seemed to burn where it touched. "The skin on your back is like velvet, he said as he exposed another inch of Lesley's spine to his lips' caress. "How do you keep it so soft? "I use an after-shower moisturizer" Lesley said irritably, and immediately regretted her sharp tone, she had said he could do anything he liked to her, but this was driving her insane. Any other man would have had her naked and bouncing on his cock by now! But this stranger seemed to want to take his time and drag every action out as long as possible. "Just get my dress and panties off and let's FUCK! Brian will be wondering where I am, someone could come looking for me!" Lesley said, her voice becoming higher as she spoke. "Oh, I think your husband is otherwise engaged at the moment playing the genial host," the stranger said calmly. Unless you want me to fetch him? Moreover, I don't think anyone else will be coming, do you, no one else saw you leave the party. We'll make a video for him, I've got my cell phone with me, and it has a good camera on it! He could show his colleagues in work what a slut his wife is, fucking and sucking with strangers behind his back!" His voice had more than a touch of menace in it as he said this. Lesley felt a ball of dread collecting in her stomach, "you wouldn't dare!" However, she knew the answer before she had even said it, he would and there would be nothing she could do about it! Even so, she felt a small thrill burn its way up her spine at the thought of fucking on camera for the first time. When things had been better between them, Lesley had considered suggesting to Brian that they get out the video camera and film themselves, but it never happened. Now, she was going to be the star of a sex tape! "Now, let's get this off," he said. Taking hold of the dress either side of the zip, he ripped it in half, dropping the two halves on the floor. Just as he did so, a shaft of moonlight penetrated the darkness in the pool house. Almost as though he had directed it, the silvery beam illuminated Lesley like a spotlight on a stage. He drank in her naked body, as he did so he felt his shaft growing even harder in his pants. "Perfect just perfect, I couldn't have timed it better myself!" he said, reaching into his pocket... ****** Lesley heard the ripping sound as the stranger tore her dress off her and could not believe what she was hearing. "What have you done? That dress cost $1000; Brian's going to go mad!" "This was the first time I'd worn it!" "I'm sure he could buy you a new one, or maybe you could get it mended?" he said. Lesley detected more than a hint of coldness in his voice. "Anyway, it's alright for you, you're ready, I'm still dressed!" Whilst he spoke, he had been pointing his iPhone at Lesley, recording her in all her naked glory. "Come here and help me get undressed, "the stranger commanded. Even though she was blindfolded, Lesley still looked about her, trying to locate his voice. "Where are you?" He stepped in front of Lesley and said "here!" Lesley took a step back in surprise, "Oh!" Taking her hands, he put them on his chest. "Now, undress me and we'll fuck!" Fumbling in the blackness, Lesley struggled to unbutton the stranger's shirt. He was not wearing a tie so, one button at a time, she exposed the stranger's smooth, muscular chest. "Smell and taste me, draw me deep into your nose, taste the sweat on my skin." "Run your tongue over my nipples, listen to the effect it has, feel me through my pants, feel how hard I'm getting as you undress me." Lesley did as the stranger told her; first, she put her nose to his skin, breathing in his hot maleness mixed with a little sweat. Next, she put her lips to his skin, tasting him and feeling his muscles move beneath it. She circled his nipples with her tongue, his hand guiding her head to the right spot, listening as he drew in a sharp breath. Groping blindly at first, then guided by him, Lesley found the bulge at the front of his pants, and gasped at the size of him. "I'm never going to be able to take all of that!" she thought to herself. Then he was naked as well, his member standing proudly out from his groin. He spoke, "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock, until I come all over your pretty face like the slut you are." His crude language did not offend her; rather it excited her even more. Lesley had never sucked Brian's cock, even in the early days of their marriage, she had always considered it was what whores and sluts did, not respectable married women. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with the desire to lick and suck this strangers cock, and feel his hot cum splash her face, she wanted to behave like a whore, for certain Brian definitely did not make her feel like this, his indifference to her was becoming noticeable even to their friends. At least for tonight, she would be a whore and a slut for this stranger, she would let him do what he wanted to her, even to filming her total and utter humiliation... ***** He wound his fingers into her long, dark, wavy hair, twisting her face up to his; she winced at the pain but stopped herself crying out, the thought of her promise making her bite her tongue. "I want you to do a good job, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your cunt nice and deep after I squirt my cum all over your beautiful face and your big, firm tits." "I'm going to show your husband what a slut and whore he's got living under his roof, who will find another man to fuck her if he won't." With difficulty, Lesley got down on her knees, the panties restricted her movements but eventually she managed it. The stranger stood in front of her and slapped her face with his member, forcing her to open her mouth. "I want you to lick the head, make it nice and wet, and taste the pre-cum on it. Then you can lick the shaft right down to my balls, after that you can take me into your hot, dirty mouth, and suck me until I come all over your face and tits!" Taking hold of his shaft, Lesley asked; "You mean like this?" "I've never sucked a cock before!" Warily, she put out her tongue, washing it over the exposed head, and then running the tip along the opening. She felt him tense up and then relax; a low moan escaped his lips. Holding his shaft round its base, she could feel a sheen of sweat on it, despite the cool evening. She licked down his length, the sweat acrid on her tongue, all the way to his sack; she took each of his balls into her mouth in turn, sucking and licking them, feeling their weight on her tongue. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" Lesley could not make any reply, her mouth was now full with his engorged shaft, and she could taste his salty pre-cum as it seeped out of the opening in the mushroom-shaped head of his cock. He drew in a breath as she slid her tongue over the skin of his shaft, the smell of his hot tumescence filling her nostrils. Grasping her hair tighter, he forced more of himself down her throat, almost making her gag, she opened her mouth wider to try to accommodate him, but she could not take all of him inside. "That's right," he groaned, closing his eyes tightly as she sucked and licked him towards orgasm, "take all of me in that hot, dirty, mouth of yours, and show your husband what he's missing!" Lesley was too busy to say anything, her head bobbed furiously up and down his cock, while with one hand she jerked the shaft in front of her, with the other she cupped and squeezed his heavy balls, trying to coax his hot thick cum from them. She could not believe she was sucking a stranger's cock in her own pool-house, when she had never sucked Brian's cock in 20 years of marriage! She felt both ashamed and aroused in equal measure. All at once, she felt his sack tighten, a sure sign he was about to cum, and her suspicions were confirmed by an animal-like groan from the stranger. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come, take me out of your mouth slut, so I can come on your face!" Lesley reacted only just in time, taking her mouth away as the first jet splashed her face, going under her makeshift blindfold, into her eyes, and up her nose as she breathed in. Further jets followed, adding to the thick white mess on her face. It ran down her cheeks and into her mouth, she licked it in greedily, swallowing it as though it was nectar. He took his cock in his fist, directing the weakening flow towards her firm, proud tits, hitting them with gobs of hot, thick cum. ****** The stranger groaned as he shook out the last of his load onto Lesley's upturned face. Despite this, he had recorded every moment on the camera in his other hand. He was still hard as he helped Lesley to her feet. "On your back on the table, I want to test how deep you are, ass on the edge, legs wide apart like the slut you are!" When she had complied, the stranger inserted a finger inside her, testing her for depth and width; he slid a second, then a third inside her, thrusting them deep inside her soaking cunt, moving them faster and faster. Lesley gasped at this intrusion but said nothing. After a few minutes of this, she felt her juices beginning to flow quicker, coating his fingers, making their passage up her cunt easier. Her juices were soaking the material of her panties by now as well, running down the inside of her legs and thighs; Lesley raised her ass off the table, and eased them down her legs. The stranger took hold of them, ripping the scrap of material off her. He raised them to his face, inhaling her hot, musky, scent and tasting her juices. Then he balled them up and, before she could cry out, he stuffed them in Lesley's mouth. "Just in case your cries attract any unwanted attention!" he laughed, without a trace of humour in his voice. Lesley laid there, an icy cold hand gripping her heart, terrified of what he was going to do to her. Yet, perversely, she had never felt more alive. No man had ever treated her like this, yet she was doing his bidding without question. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire, her blood coursed through her body in anticipation of what might come next. Lesley had totally exposed herself to this stranger, now there could be no going back... Chapter 4 As she lay there her cunt, (yes her cunt, she could not think of a more appropriate word) being fingered deeper even than she could manage, his voice whispered in her ear again. "I appear to have gone a little soft, I'm going to need your hot, dirty mouth to get me hard again, swivel round and put your head over the edge of the table." Taking out the panty gag, he forced his cock into Lesley's mouth as far as she could take it, making her gag, "now suck!" Lesley sucked in her cheeks to provide more friction; she could feel him growing harder in her mouth as she sucked and licked him. He slid his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it as he thrust deeper; Lesley struggled not to choke on the swelling shaft, as it grew even harder in her mouth. She was proving to be a very obedient slut, and she would become an even more obedient whore. Whilst she sucked him back to full hardness, he searched through his contacts for the number he would ring later... It did not take long before he was fully hard again, "That's enough," he said, pulling out of Lesley's swollen and lipstick-smeared mouth and replacing the gag, "now spread your legs and bite down on your panties, this might hurt a bit!" Beneath the blindfold, Lesley's eyes opened wide as he inserted the engorged head of his shaft inside her; she felt her pussy lips stretch to accommodate the swollen tip; it filled her completely. Because of the gag, she was unable to make any sound. Positioning himself between her widespread legs, the stranger thrust deep into Lesley. Even so, she had not taken all of him inside her; she knew he would bury the rest when he thrust back into her. She felt as though a snake had penetrated her, as his cock writhed and probed inside her, almost with a life of its own. He took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, using them to help him push deeper inside her cunt. Despite his rough handling of her, maybe because of it, Lesley could feel herself getting wetter as her orgasm approached, making his cock slicker and easier to take up her pussy. Soon, she was panting and gasping into the gag as it overwhelmed her, she had not experienced anything like it before, not even with her trusty Magic Wand. She was being used like a cheap whore, yet she had never felt so aroused. ****** The intensity of her orgasm had left Lesley trembling; her legs splayed wide open, the stranger thrust forward, burying the rest of his cock within her. She cried out noiselessly, into the gag, as he sweated and strained above her. "My god, your cunt is tight!" He groaned, pulling back for another thrust until just the head remained inside her. Then he thrust forward again, and Lesley could feel the head of his cock in her belly, she almost blacked out, but managed to keep it together. Pulling out of her, he told her to stand up. "Turn around, I want to fuck you doggy-style," he growled into Lesley's ear, spreading her legs with his feet, as she obediently leaned forward on the table. Lesley bit down on the panty gag, tasting her juices and inhaling her musky scent, as he entered her from behind. Taking hold of her hair, the stranger pulled her head back, making Lesley arch her spine. This pushed her hips back, forcing her pussy onto his cock. He penetrated her deeply, driving his cock deep into Lesley's eager cunt, making sure he was well coated in her juices. She could feel another orgasm building, it spread from the pit of her stomach, until her skin tingled and her muscles clenched around him, then it washed over her, leaving her briefly helpless to do anything but stand there on shaky legs. As he fucked her, Lesley felt the stranger opening the tight cheeks of her ass with his thumbs, revealing her tightly puckered asshole. Suddenly, he slipped one inside her, then both, stretching her open. Leaning forward and taking hold of her hair again, he hauled her head back; the pain was agonizing and Lesley yelped in surprise. He whispered in her ear, "you have a gorgeous asshole, has anyone ever fucked it?" Lesley shook her head furiously. A Voice in the Dark "A virgin, eh?" he chuckled, "well, we can't disappoint Brian, can we?" "Just remember, after this you are my whore, and I've got the evidence to prove it, from now on, you will do what I say, when I tell you, without question!" Lesley heard a click as he put his phone down on the table; grateful that at least he wasn't filming this latest indignity. Then she felt him insert three fingers in her pussy alongside his bloated cock, the sensation of having her pussy stretched open even further as he slid them back and forth was enough to make her juices flow even faster, until his fingers were coated with her copious pussy juice. Withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, he pushed one of them into Lesley's virgin ass. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he began to slide it in and out, coating her insides with her own juices, she bit down on the gag to stop herself crying out, and her eyes welled up with tears, which trickled down her cheeks. He replaced the fingers from her pussy with three from his other hand, inserting them deeply up her cunt, coating them liberally with her juices. Removing the finger up her ass, he replaced it with one from her pussy, coating her insides even deeper as he thrust it into her. Lesley sucked in a breath, through the remnants of her panties, trying to prepare herself for what was to come, and trying not to cry out. The stranger grabbed her hair, and yanked her head backwards, by now her scalp burned and she could feel his hot breath in her ear. "Sorry about this" he said, the trace of a smile in his voice. "But I've forgotten to bring my E-Z Lube with me; you're going to have to provide the lubrication instead!" Lesley's muscles squeezed his finger, trying to eject it from her anus, the stranger held the cheeks of her ass tighter, thrusting his finger deeper in reply to her efforts. All the while thrusting his now swollen cock deeply within her sopping cunt. "Damn, your ass is tight!" He murmured in her ear, "you'll be able to grip my cock nice and tightly while I fuck it!" He withdrew the finger; Lesley could feel her sphincter grip it on its outward journey. If Lesley thought the humiliation she had suffered so far at the hands of the stranger was unbearable, it was as nothing to when he pulled himself out of her pussy, and began to insert the head of his cock up her virgin ass. At first, she felt a blunt, insistent pressure against her tight opening. Then she began to open up, allowing the head of his shaft inside. She gasped as the head popped past her rim. She thought she would black out the pain was so intense. She groaned as she felt the head of his cock opening her asshole wider, giving him access to her hidden depths. Inch by inch he slowly entered her, grunting with the effort, despite her juices coating his cock. Lesley bit down harder on the gag, trying to blot out the pain. Pulling back, then thrusting farther in, he buried about half of himself inside her. Then he began to slide back and forth, quickening his pace. The pain that had gone before was as nothing when he started to fuck her ass. Every time he withdrew, Lesley felt her insides dragged out of her, while with every forward thrust; she felt them pushed farther inside. She tried to make a sound, but the gag muffled it. Slowly, as her juices coated the inside of her ass, and her sphincter muscle relaxed, it began to be less painful, allowing him access to her deepest, most private, entrance. Lesley's degradation at the hands of the stranger however was not over, he whispered in her ear again, "When I've finished fucking your ass, I'm going to pull out and come all over it, and then you are going to suck my cock clean!" The thought of sucking his cock after it had been in her ass repulsed Lesley, but they both knew she would not refuse, she had given him free rein to do anything he wanted to her, and she could not say no. She heard him pick up the phone, "I think I'll record this for posterity," he said, laughing into her ear at his own joke. Pushing Lesley facedown onto the table, he forced her to raise her ass into the air. Even in 4" heels, Lesley was on tiptoe, the muscles in her calves and thighs burned with the effort, but it wasn't as painful as her ass. He continued fucking it, probing deeper with every thrust, building up a rhythm, getting faster and faster. She gasped with the pain, and her eyes filled with tears. Why had she let herself become this man's whore? She could have gone back to the party, now it was too late, she was trapped... At last, she heard him groan, "Oh fuck, I'm going to come!" He pulled out of Lesley's anus; the pain was nearly as bad as when he put it in, what seemed like hours ago, but was in fact only minutes. She felt the first splash of his cum on her ass as his cock erupted, sending further jets to almost half-way up her back. He grunted with the effort, as he forced the last drops onto her smooth ass. When he had recovered his breath, he spoke. "Now, down on your knees and suck my cock, until it's nice and clean!" Obediently, Lesley knelt down; she removed the panty gag from her lipstick -smeared mouth. The stranger slapped her face with his softening member, Lesley's mouth opened and he thrust his cock into it. At first, she didn't notice much difference to sucking his cock earlier, and then she began to taste something new. It burned her tongue and her nostrils, a bitter tang that made her gag, and nearly throw up. Lesley managed to stop herself being sick, but the taste of her own insides on her tongue would never leave her. She pulled the foreskin back, washing the head with her tongue, the salty taste of his cum helping to mask the bitterness. She could feel his semen trickling down her back, in-between the cheeks of her sore ass, helping to soothe it somewhat. Eventually, the stranger spoke. "Okay, stand up and don't move; I'm going to get dressed and take one more shot of you before I leave!" Lesley did as he told her, she could hear him getting dressed, and then he spoke again. "It's been nice, we must do this again sometime, I've got some friends who would love to meet you, and in fact I'm going to call them tonight!" "She heard him leave, laughing as he went. Lesley stood there, on unsteady legs, the stranger's cum caking on her face and back, her ass throbbing from the punishing fucking it had received, the bitter taste in her mouth almost making her baulk still. She felt used and abused, tears flowed down her face. Reaching behind her head, she slowly untied the blindfold... ****** Even though she had been blindfolded, it took Lesley's eyes a few moments to get accustomed to the dim light in the pool house. Eventually though, she began to make out shapes, her torn dress for one, she picked it up and pressed it to her naked body. She stood there not quite believing what had just happened, she had come here for sex, instead she had been used like a $10 hooker. Taking off her heels, and putting down the remnants of her dress and panties on the table, Lesley headed to the shower to try to wash herself clean. Setting the water for the hottest she could stand, she spent twenty minutes scrubbing until she felt clean enough to return to the house. Hugging what remained of her dress to her for warmth and carrying her shoes, she stumbled back to the house. When she arrived, it was in darkness, luckily, Brian had forgotten to lock the sliding door, and Lesley slipped inside and quietly closed and locked it. She headed for the spare bedroom; she could not face Brian right now. Dropping her clothes on the floor, Lesley climbed into bed and cried herself to sleep... ****** He scrolled through his contacts until he found the number and pressed "call." After a few rings, a voice answered. "Yes, I do know what time it is," he said irritably, just shut up and listen." "I've found another one, she's a bit older and married but with a great body, yes she'll do what she's told, I've taken precautions..." When she awoke next morning, Brian had already left for work; Lesley had another shower and made herself some breakfast. She sat on the bed before getting dressed. She thought about last night, yes, it had been humiliating, and there had been pain as well, her still throbbing ass was testament to that. However, it had also been the most erotic night of her life. Having a stranger command her to do things, things she would never have dreamed of doing otherwise, had been arousing, thrilling even, she wasn't sure she could go back to being a housewife. When she finished getting dressed, Lesley got in her car and headed for the Mall, she would try to find another dress before Brian found out it was in the trash along with what remained of her panties. A spot of retail therapy was just what she needed right now... ******* When Lesley returned from her trip to the Mall, Brian's car was in the driveway, she put down her bags and called out to him, "who's moving in across the road?" The house across the road had belonged to an old couple, the Kirschners had moved to Florida for their health. The house stood empty for six months whilst the realtors tried to sell it, now it was a hive of activity, with a removal van and a U-Haul in the driveway. Workers were unloading boxes and furniture and taking them inside. Lesley left her purchases in the lobby and walked towards the lounge, she could hear voices; her husband Brian, her friend and neighbour Linda, and another voice she could not identify, but which sounded vaguely familiar. When Lesley reached the doorway, Brian walked over and put his arms around her as though his behaviour at the party last night had not happened. "Hello darling, we were just talking about you," he said. "Nothing bad I hope!" Lesley said with a forced smile, looking towards the big, blonde man sat next to Linda on the couch. Linda spoke up, "on the contrary Les, we were all saying how well last night's party went!" "But we were a bit worried when you disappeared on us early!" Lesley's smile again was a little forced, so they had noticed that she had slipped away! "I wasn't feeling too well, I drank too much champagne too quickly and my head hurt, so I went for a lie down in the spare room, I must have fallen asleep!" Lesley was amazed at how easily the lie sprung to her lips, the stranger just smiled. Linda carried on talking about the party; suddenly she seemed to remember the man sat next to her. "I'm awfully sorry, you must think me very rude, I forgot to introduce David's brother, this is Mike, he's just completed on the sale of the old Kirschner place!" Mike stood up and walked over to Lesley. He towered over her, even though she was wearing heels. A sense of déjà vu washed over her, but it was when he spoke that it really hit her. He took her small hand in his huge one, and raised it to his lips to kiss it. Lesley felt the burning sensation again on her skin. As he did so, he murmured, "I'm so pleased to finally see you, Linda hasn't stopped talking about you since I got here!" Looking into her shocked face, he smiled, ferally. The entire colour she had picked up while out on her shopping trip drained away out of Lesley's face. P...P...Pleased to meet you Mike," she stammered, and sat down heavily in an armchair. Even Brian looked concerned. "Are you alright darling?" he asked. "Do you want something to drink?" Lesley waved him away; she knew it was only for appearance sake that he was asking. "I'll be O.K. in a minute, it must have been the sun, I just felt giddy there for a moment." Lesley put her head down, trying to get the blood back to her brain, and also to stop the room spinning. Mike smiled again so that neither Brian nor Linda saw him. Brian slipped back into his favourite subject; work. "Mike was saying he might be able to swing some contracts my way, he's a Regional Sales Director for a national electronics company, with a bit of luck, business will pick up!" Brian said smiling. Lesley was not listening; she stared across at Mike, trying to get her head around what was happening. He was moving in across the road! David's brother was the stranger who had fucked her in her own pool house. She felt her world veer off kilter just for a second, before Mike spoke again. "Brian tells me you have a pool house, I'd like to see it sometime, I'm thinking of putting one in myself." His face gave nothing away, but his eyes told Lesley all she needed to know, it was him. Brian's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Well Mike, we won't keep you any longer, you must have a million and one things to do. Rest assured, Lesley and I will do everything we can to make you feel welcome!" "I'll be at work all week, but I'm sure my wife will be only too willing to show you around our pool house, won't you Lesley?" Lesley nodded dumbly, not believing what she was hearing. Raising her head, she saw Mike and Linda leaving. Just before he left, Mike turned and, smiling, patted his coat pocket...