7 comments/ 11852 views/ 2 favorites The 'Researcher' By: kitten1964 Hey there. Nice to meet you. My name is ... well, that's not important, and I don't want to say what it is anyway. The story I'm going to tell, you could sure get me in a world of hurt if you knew my real name. So, you like this site too? Yeah, I actually write stories on here. Love this site - it's the best. Well, except for those dickhead anonymous commenters who rip a story without being brave enough to leave their names. Probably don't even write themselves, ya know? It's always easier to destroy than create. Gutless wonders. Wish I could challenge THEM to write, just once - maybe then those wussies would get some clue how fucking hard this is! Man - or woman - up! Sorry about that - just pisses me off, ya know? But yeah, I write. A lot. I hope someday to be a published author. But this helps me 'polish my craft,' as writers love to say. It also gives me a good reason to do what I call 'research.' After all, if I'm going to write a convincing story, I kinda gotta live it, know what I mean? And my favorite category to write for is the non-consent category. And research for this category is sooooo good. Lots of potential 'research assistants' out there too. Won't do teenies or kids, although there are some of those teen sluts that make my shaft almost ache. But I don't like virgin or near-virgin meat - I like my 'assistants' to have some mileage on them. Some ... experience. That's why I case out family-friendly places. I look for some really hot MILF and then follow her home. Case the place, check out the neighborhood, the house. Then come back another time, usually during the day, and catch my assistant at her most helpless and alone. Damn, it makes my cock ache just to think about it. That moment of complete helpless terror, when she KNOWS it's going to happen, and she can't do a damn thing about it. It's so sweeeeet. Make her take her own clothes off, get down on her knees and undress me, fuck her face, her pussy, her ass ... oh god, I'm hard just thinking about it. And when you force them to have an orgasm and then tell them they obviously WANTED it, because why else did they cum? that is the best! And a lot of women, even with experience, still think a woman being raped won't enjoy it. I use that ignorance to my advantage, of course. Geez, even I know a body will respond to sexual stimulus no matter the situation. But do you think I'm dumb enough to tell them that?? I leave after telling the woman if she reports anything I'll kill her kids or her husband - also a plus in raping MILFs; they cave sooo readily when their family is threatened, and of course there is a family to threaten. I don't ever use the same assistant twice, and I clean up very thoroughly after. So far, I've either been very lucky or very good. I try not to stick to a certain type either. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, any age between 25 to 55, chunky, thin, curvy, whatever. I just want to fuck a female, any female, that I can get. And I don't want to be able to be caught just because I could only fuck a certain type of woman. And really, when it all boils down to it, a pussy is a pussy is a pussy. Same with asses and mouths. Long as the equipment is female, I'll do it. Like my most recent 'assistant.' She was late 40's, a bit on the heavy side but with a mouth to die for and an ass that made me tent my pants the moment she crossed my field of vision. That ass was just BEGGING to be fucked. Hell, who am I to argue with that? And a generous mouth...I could just imagine that mouth being able to take my nice fat cock and loving it. See, I might only be 7" long, but the girth more than makes up for it - I've had women beg me not to fuck them even when I'm not raping them. My cock can go from 2-3 inches around when I get hard, depending on how into the woman I am. I watched her wiggle that luscious ass into the local grocery store. The funny thing was, I wasn't actively seeking anyone that day. Hey, even a writer has to eat sometime, and I had gone to a grocery store slightly out of my way, but with a deli so well stocked I knew if I ever got trapped in there I could live high on the hog for at least a week or two - until the food started going bad. See, I like to pamper myself all around - my cock wasn't the only part of my body I wanted to take care of in style. So off to the deli I went - and hit paydirt. I followed her around the store, careful not to be noticed, not to follow too close. I noted her purchases - heavy on the kinds of foods teens like, so she either had kids still at home or was living her second childhood; my guess was the former - and how she looked at her watch from time to time - for some reason, she was concerned about the time ... considering what time it was, my guess was wanting to get done before spouse and/or kids got home - and thought to myself, Score! As she checked out, I checked her out from a nearby display, close enough I could hear her chatting with the cashier. They apparently knew each other, judging from the nature of their conversation, and I gleaned a gold mine of information from their talk, including that she was married, had two kids, and lived very close to the store. I decided that she was going to be my next assistant and, foregoing the pleasure of the deli trip, went out to my car ahead of her departure so I would be in position to follow her to her home. She drove directly home - luckily for me; I've had to trail promising prospects all over some towns before and it is a pain - and pulled into the driveway of what I like to call an "upwardly mobile" neighborhood - not too rich, but definitely not for people living paycheck to paycheck. There might be a security system, but that would be the extent of the protection they'd have. I grinned to myself as I drove by at a reasonable speed, maybe a bit on the slow side, but damn, I had to see that ass in action one more time. I knew about security systems, had even worked for a security company before, and was confident I could get in to the house without any problem. The next week or so was spent in casing her house. I got to the vantage point I'd chosen - a nice wooded hill in a park a couple of blocks down from her place - and pulled out my binoculars. These were military-style ones, with infrared and zoom, so I could watch day or night from an impressive distance from the subject of my surveillance. I was enjoying watching her, going about her day, completely unaware that she had a predator on her trail. See, I may say stuff like this is research and that the women are my assistants, but I really know deep down what I am and what I'm doing. Let's face it, there's only two types of people in the world - predator and prey. You're either the wolf or the sheep. And depending on who is the most powerful in any given conflict, a wolf can turn into a sheep pretty damn quick. I try to make sure I am never the sheep. And since I am very hetero, I pick women as my sheep. It's easy to do, also - women are so nurturing, overall, that they fall into my traps so easily. Who wouldn't want to do women? They are made for fucking, with three holes and no waiting. During my observations, I noticed she got regular package deliveries, nothing too big, mostly envelopes or small boxes. Courier service, I decided - she apparently worked from her home and got assignments, etc., from her work. I was ecstatic. This would make everything so much easier - all I had to do to get in is ring the doorbell. I also had noted that the neighborhood seemed to be mostly deserted during the day. Man, I thought to myself, this was too sweet for words! Easy entry and no observers. My prick was practically trying to rip through my fly from the anticipation of the event. It knew it was going to have a date with Ms. Fuck-My-Ass, and it could hardly wait. For that matter, neither could I. Once I get a victim in my sights, I won't have sex of any kind, not even masturbation, until I complete my research. I find it makes me get harder sooner, stay harder longer, and be able to get it up more often. I like to be able to enjoy my work. The day I chose to have my fun was an average, dull Wednesday. I picked Wednesday because she usually didn't get packages after 11:00 am, which meant we'd be totally uninterrupted. I had bought a uniform off the internet with a stolen credit card and sent to a post office box I rented with fake ID. I resealed the box the uniform came in - never hurt to have a genuine package in your hands, it will allay her suspicions and make it easier for me to get into her house, plus it would have all my tools of the trade - got into my car and drove to her house, all the while rehearsing my plan in my mind. When I arrived, I got out of my car and strode confidently up to her door. The next part of my plan depended completely on projecting the right attitude and making everything seem as if it were completely legitimate. I rang her doorbell and waited, schooling my face to look bored and a bit irritated. She came to the door and opened the inner door, a puzzled look on her face. "I'm sorry, Mrs. ...," I said and then paused, as if trying to read the name on the package. She jumped in and said, "Mrs. Scott. How can I help you?" "I apologize," I said in a very professional voice, "but the delivery driver forgot to include this package for you, and so I thought I'd bring it by on my way to lunch - I understand how important it is for you to get your packages on time." The way I said it, and the attitude I projected, obviously worked, as her face became instantly less suspicious and a smile lit up her face. "Oh, thank you!" she said as she opened up the outer storm door and put out her hand for the package. I grabbed the door and pushed her in to the house, following her amid her startled protests. I shut the door behind me, ripping off the flimsy tape I'd 'sealed' the package with and pulled out my gun and gloves. Slipping on the gloves, I leveled the gun at her and her protests died as she gasped and went dead still. "Good, " I said in a soothing yet authoritative voice. "Then you know the drill. Show me where your bedroom is, please." I wanted her to be under no illusions whatsoever - the sooner she got it through her head that I was going to fuck her, whether she wanted me to or not, the sooner she would get over any dumb ideas about fighting me. She began to beg me not to do anything, not to hurt her or kill her, but I cut her off with a wave of the gun. "Move it," I said in a more sinister tone of voice. She started shaking, hard, but turned and, sobbing, led me to her bedroom. Mmmmm...my favorite, those expensive sheets that you know cost an arm and a leg and feel soooo good when you're giving it to a hot mamacita. This day was looking better and better all the time! I came up right behind her, pushing her slightly so she would go into the bedroom and closer to the bed. A whimper escaped her lips, and my lips twisted in a sardonic sneer. As if that was going to do anything but turn me on! I pushed the gun into her side, pulling her close to me with my other arm and grinding my hips into her fabulous ass. She gasped again and began to sob harder as my rigid state made itself known to her. I shoved her so that she fell onto the side of the bed; she grasped the bedspread in both her hands and began to cry and beg me to please, please not hurt her! I almost laughed. Seriously? I told her, the amusement evident in my voice, that I wouldn't kill her ... if she behaved. She audibly gulped and nodded, aware by then that all she was doing was providing me with a good laugh and nothing more by pleading with me. I ordered her to strip her clothing off and be quick about it. I wanted to get on with the show, and frankly I don't find a woman taking off her clothes to be all that sexy. Naked is how I prefer women. If I ran the world, all women would have to run around naked from puberty on. It's what they do best, that and getting fucked. She obeyed, the tears continuing to run down her cheeks, dripping onto her generous cleavage. I was pleasantly surprised - she must wear bras that practically cut off her circulation. How else did she hide those gorgeous, huge knockers? She finally stood before me in all her naked glory, and I got another thrill from looking at her hairy pussy. God, I can't stand a shaved pussy - looks too much like a fuckin' kid's pussy. I want a goddamn woman, not some overgrown kiddie-porn star. I told her to then kneel in front of me and undo my pants. She did, with shaking hands and a face redder than a tomato. I love humiliating the women. Makes them off-kilter, easier to control. She then was made to pull my pants and briefs down; the look of shock on her face when my stiffy sprung from my clothes was priceless. It nearly hit her in the face, but I don't think that's what shocked her. She began to protest when I took advantage of her mouth being open and, grabbing her hair, shoved my cock into her mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeah. I had been so right when I thought her mouth would accommodate my cock. It looked amazing, so hot. She was struggling, but I ignored her as I fucked her face hard, shoving my cock down her throat, making her gag. Between her crying and gagging on my cock, her nose was running and she was having trouble breathing. Too bad. That amazing feeling of her throat squeezing and loosening around my cock was too good. I did make sure, though, that she didn't suffocate to death - I sure as hell don't need the trouble a corpse brings. Besides, knowing they have to live with the fact that I was able to penetrate them, take them, do whatever I wanted to with them for the rest of their lives is HOT. I often replay my favorite times in my head and the scene that always makes me go over the edge is thinking of the moment they realize I'm letting them live. It's a combination of gratitude and hopelessness, gratitude that I'm letting them live, hopelessness as they realize they get to live with what I've done to them the rest of their lives. I was ready to shoot into her wet, hot mouth, but I didn't warn her of that. So when the first glob of cum slammed into her throat and down her pipe, she tried to jerk back. But I held her head against my cock, shoving it down her throat and pumping what felt like a ton of cum into her belly. She tried to scream, but between blocking her throat and her mouth, I pretty much prevented that. When I finally pulled back, she sagged in relief, thinking probably I was done with her. Ha! She could only wish! I told her in a stern voice to get back up straight on her knees and keep sucking my prick. Her eyes widened; could she really have been that dumb, to think a blow job would do the trick? I shook my head. The sheer stupidity of some people truly amazes me. She shook so hard, I wondered if she'd even be able to hold my shaft. But she managed and gave me a decent-ish blow job, considering it was completely coerced. Fat Man - my inside joke name for my dick - was certainly rising to the occasion. I loved how he was making her mouth stretch as he got fatter and fatter. As he attained his full girth and length, I pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop and told her to bend over the bed. She did, crying afresh as she realized she wasn't going to escape - I was going to fuck her pussy. Now, even though her ass was my eventual goal, I always fuck a victim in the pussy. It's psychologically shattering to a woman in a way even the ass and mouth aren't. And that's my goal, to leave her in pieces mentally and emotionally when I get done with her. I fingered her velvety pussy, loving how wet I was able to force her to get, especially when I used my thumb to rub circles around her clit. I kept stroking and circling until I felt her stiffen up and fluid ran all over my hand. In case she thought I might have missed it, I was only too happy to tell her I felt her cum on my hand and that she was a dirty whore for liking me doing this. She cried even harder, and I was enjoying her suffering, but my prick was letting me know it was ready for action. I lined up with her cunt, telling her the whole time what a filthy slut she was, how she wanted this to happen - and as usually happens with my victims, she didn't argue; after all, I had the evidence! I even shoved the fingers I'd used on her in her mouth, telling her to lick them clean and how nasty and perverted she was for doing so. It took a bit longer than I thought it would to get into her tight little snatch; I guess she and Mr. Scott weren't exactly bumping uglies a bunch. She screamed the entire time - thank god the neighbors weren't home! I started pushing in and pulling out as hard as I could, what with things being so tight in there. But it felt heavenly - I sure as hell wasn't going to complain! After a bit, it got slightly easier, and I began to slam into her in earnest, making her lose her breath a bit and giving me a break from the screaming every once in a while. I guess I could have gagged her, but the screaming kinda turns me on as much as it irritates me - it just so reinforces how helpless the bitch is. After a long while, I decided it was time for me to ratchet up the torture level a bit more. So I leaned over my fucktoy's back and murmured, "So, I'm going to shoot into this heavenly pussy of yours, bitch - get ready!" As I knew she'd do, she panicked and begged, "Oh God, no! Please, no! I don't want to get pregnant!" I slowed down my rhythm as if her pleas had got to me. In truth, I already knew how I wanted this to play out and she was falling right into my trap. "OK, then - but I gotta shoot somewhere. So, how about you pick - your pussy or your ass?" As the light dawned and she figured out how I had tricked her, she moaned and begged me to again stop what I was doing - she wouldn't call the police, blah blah blah. I let her wind down as I pulled my cock out of her cunt and then before she could react shoved my fingers into her snatch instead. She hissed in a sharp intake of breath and I took advantage of the pause in her whining to coldly inform her that, since she couldn't decide, I would for her. I then pulled my fingers out of her pussy and shoved them brutally up her ass. If I thought she had screamed before, it was nothing compared to what she let out then! I rammed my fingers in and out repeatedly as she tried to get away from me. I then grabbed her tits, squeezing and mauling them so hard she stopped moving and just wriggled from side to side, still crying up a storm. I lined up my cock with her little rosebud back door, and then I shoved myself into her ass as hard as I could. My hands then went back to her tits - I had long ago put the gun on the nightstand, close enough I could grab it, but I knew I didn't need it any longer. She was completely under my control. Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me to hell and back, but her ass was so damn tight! I loved how it felt to violate her so thoroughly. I ripped that slut's ass so bad, I doubted she'd be able to walk right for weeks. I shoved in and out, transfixed by my cock violating that gorgeous piece of anatomy. She had stopped screaming, had, in fact, stopped responding at all except to sob quietly. I think she was in shock. Whatever. I liked her a lot better this way - that incessant screaming had been driving me nuts. I felt my balls begin to tighten up and then the familiar rush of seed shooting up into her hot little chute. She whined out, her voice too hoarse from screaming earlier to manage anything else, as my cum burned her passage like acid. I pumped in another ton of spunk, loving the release, the ecstasy of having completed another successful 'research session.' I shot so much, it leaked out around my cock and down her asscheeks. It was fucking beautiful. Of course, I added one final dose of humiliation - I forced her to suck my dick clean and although she nearly threw up from the nastiness of it, she did it. Especially since I'd recovered my gun by then. I made her get into the shower and clean herself thoroughly, then take all her bedclothes and wash them. Then I gave her The Threat - and let her know that I knew exactly where good old Mr. Scott and the little Scotts spent their days. She turned white and almost fainted. I grinned cruelly and went out to my car, wiping the door knob with my gloved hands and stowing the gun in my pocket. A trip to a deserted culvert, swollen with recent rains, and the gloves and wiped-down gun went into the dark, fetid water. And that, as they say, was that. I went home and slept like a baby, then wrote down all the details I could for my next entry for this site. God, I love being a writer! The Researcher Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This is a work of Fiction and will have additional chapters. Thank you for your comments. ***** One She and I had known each other for nearly a year when she asked me if I would move in. My world wasn't much to leave behind but I'd paused since I had felt I should be contributing. "The apartment is spacious Jon but my father's company owns it and therefore I don't pay the rent. The fees and electric is my responsibility." There was the rub. My girlfriend had a comfortable financial situation. I was making some money on the side and writing code for my friend's Internet startup. I had enough to live on but lived close. I didn't even have a credit card. My full time gig had ended when that startup had failed two months ago. I had my savings to help but I didn't want a forty hour-a-week job right now. I was playing with a software formula and the connecting algorithm and needed the extra time to get it to work properly. Maris came close and we hugged, "I want my boyfriend, my lover, well I also want his penis near too." As we kissed she paused, "and this lovely tongue Serge." I had been named for Serge Gainsbourg. My mother was infatuated with him and Jane Birkin and I was born the year he had passed away. "Just how do you plan for me to pay any type of regular cash Maris? I only get paid every few months." She had taken to picking up the check over the past few weeks. She liked to eat and drink well and knew I couldn't afford the lifestyle right now. "Serge you are the one for me, for my heart and I need you to understand that you're creative work is important. The great turn for your career is just around the bend so please let me worry about making those payments honey." Her arms were wrapped about my waist, "Beside, you're a perfect fit for me." Actually Maris was exactly the same height as me. Her body though was very feminine but she was a tall girl at five-nine. A few weeks later we completed the move and my shitty flat was no longer where I rested my head. The lovemaking got more intense and she allowed me to setup an office desk in the third bedroom. It actually was more of a storage space but it was good for what I needed. Maris worked at a research lab affiliated with the east side university. She could walk to the lab which was on the edge of the campus. We'd taken to having lunch together. I would bring my backpack with the food and a bottle of wine and we'd enjoy the fresh air and beautiful shade trees just within the tall iron fence. "I was told by my boss that these are the oldest living Elm trees left in the city." Her boss was always coming up in our conversations for Hannah was a bit of a polymath. She managed the science lab but wasn't a scientist. She had met the primary researcher some seven years earlier and had fallen in love with the man's wife. James and Kate had handled the divorce amiably and their relationship was still secure. They worked together but didn't see each other often due to James' travel and lecture schedule. The few times I'd met Hannah were short, more passing by and informal. She looked passed me as if I didn't exist. When she called on the hardline to speak with Maris she was pleasant but focused. I had never met Kate though. "Serge she is a real beauty," I stopped Maris. "I could care less Maris. You're my sexy one and the other women of the world are irrelevant." After getting accustom to our living together I'd found I was truly in love with this goddess. Her long legs were topped by a magnificent butt that I loved to look at and her pert breasts had nice chubby nipples. I was in heaven when we were together and thought of no one else. We had met near at the natural market one Saturday. She had dropped a couple of apples and I was bending to retrieve them when we bumped into each other. She was dressed in tight jeans and a simple top but worn a pair of heels. The cuff of the jean legs were turned up to focus on the brown leather strapped heels. "Those are mine sir," I handed the slightly bruised honey-crisps to her as she said this. "If you use these today the pie will still be good Miss and the grocer may offer a discount." We've been together and have made many pies since. She didn't know how to cook when we met but I was pretty good at fresh piecrust and baking. My mom's influence; she had asked for my help when I was ten and slowly she'd taught me to cook. I still recall walking to Maris's flat that afternoon we'd met. I carried the bags and she talked to cover her nervousness. She was taller by three inches due to her heels but following her up the stairs I watched her heavenly bottom moving and I was captivated by her presence. We kissed at the door to the open apartment, her with just the key in her hand. "I'm glad I was clumsy with those apples Serge." While the pie cooled she opened a chardonnay and we sat talking. I didn't want to leave but I suggested that we could have dinner the following night. I was still employed and could handle a fine dinner bill. After about a month with me living in the flat we had adjusted to each other's schedules and responsibilities. Twice a week she was kept late at the lab in order to complete a run or something. I would have a simple dinner those nights for she wouldn't get in until after ten. The day following one of the first nights she was late Maris awoke and showered quietly. I slept until nearly seven but was startled when I opened my eyes to see her sucking me off. I enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes but was especially excited to see her wearing her lingerie including heels and stockings. Usually we made love naked after a shower. I knew of her undergarments but had never seen her wearing hose' let alone heels in bed. That day she went to work in a dress. I didn't question her bed outfit for I had enjoyed seeing her lovingly body through the translucent materials. About three that afternoon she called. "I have an issue with my work honey and I'll be late again tonight." Maris wasn't alone. Kate had slipped to her knees and was rubbing her prey's panty cover vulva. They were in the darken and quiet lab for Kate's lover Hannah had travelled to be with her old mother for a few days and James was in Europe for a conference. As Maris hung-up the phone Kate slipped her tongue passed the fabric panel of Maris's panty. "Oh dear god, Kate!" Her lover stopped sharply and Maris corrected herself, "I meant to say, Mistress, Mistress Kate?" Kate stood and turned Maris by grabbing her shoulders. Now she slowly unzipped the long binding of Maris's dress. As it fell to the floor Kate smiled but said nothing. The evening before she'd informed her prey that she would be allowed only one error. She would be required to wear stockings everyday from now on. Kate had said she preferred stay-ups and Maris had found a single pair in the back of her lingerie drawer that morning. "Mistress Kate, I please you?" Maris wanted some type of reinforcement. She had been told that words would generally be unnecessary between them. Kate felt her prey needed to learn to observe details better. Maris had failed yesterday to note that Mistress Kate was seducing her until the tall woman had let her hair down while Maris was scratching her back. That day Maris had caused a failure alarm in one of the combinations she was preparing and Kate had to scold her. "Your work effort must be improved young lady." Maris had resolved the mistake quickly but Kate was now watching her closely. As they waited to confirm the run was engaged and following the protocol Kate had asked Maris to rub her shoulders to remove a muscle cramp. "Right there Maris. That feels much better. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about a woman's needs." The next thing Kate was kissing her and Maris felt her hand push inside her tight waistband of the jeans. "You will never wear these around me again is that clear?" Maris was still being kissed but paused, "What?" Just then Kate's finger had found a path passed Maris's thong and her finger entered her. She lost her thought as the seduction began. Maris hear Kate softly say, "Getting into your pants was easy. You will suck my pussy." A finger was pushed passed Maris's lips as Kate had moisten her other hand in her own pussy and Maris tasted the sweet nectar for the first time. "I knew you would love my cunt you repressed bitch. Now on your knees Maris." Maris thought about Kate as she walked to the lab. She had never felt such a sexual surge and now she was aware that her mind had been captured by this new lover. She had never imagined licking another woman's body. Not even as a young girl had she played with the other girls. She'd heard of the lesbian activities of some of her classmates but she was on a honors science track. She considered now her dress. Thankfully she'd found a pair of stockings and a thong for Kate. 'Don't make that mistake Maris she frowned. Her dress was long, passed her knees. Her mind came back to Mistress Kate. "You'll find me a quiet but strong Mistress Maris. But don't fail tomorrow." She had allowed Mistress Kate to love her pussy with a toy. She had licked the bare pussy when Mistress Kate had removed her sexy dress. "This scratchy underwear will not do Maris. Tomorrow you must get your attention to anything that touches your lovely body." She wanted to resist the woman but her body had responded to Mistress Kate's loving. She had agreed to follow the new requirements. She had tried to ask, "But what of Hannah?" Mistress Kate turned quickly, "She is mine to consider for I love her. I may come to love you but right now you are just a sex thing to me." Maris couldn't stop thinking back to the sex. Her moans were so loud. Mistress Kate had told her not to question her again. "I will control your needs Maris and you will listen and focus on the details I require from now on." Now as Maris stood still with her heels together Mistress Kate smiled and stepped close. Her fingers entered Maris moist pussy. As the woman stimulated her Maris saw a red light and then the camera beyond. "I thought I'd make a movie dear. I wanted something to watch later when I await my lovers return." Maris could feel the long finger softly moving deeper. Her pussy seemed to open for her Mistress as her finger gently rubbed her inner wall. "You're dripping Maris. I think you could come," but the finger was withdrawn and Mistress Kate stepped back. Mistress Kate signaled for Maris to underdress her. It was a simple nod but Maris knew to respond. Mistress wore a lab coat over her dress but beneath it Maris found the apparatus about her Mistress's hips. "Today you will love my cock. Move to the chair." There was a leather-covered side chair and a large sofa used as a meeting space and Maris was positioned to allow Mistress to enter her body from the back. Maris held the upper back of the chair and Mistress moved one of Maris's knees to the leather seat. In this position Mistress was playing the long phallus tip along her pet's body. She was teasing Maris. Maris remained silent as her Mistress played about her slit for some moments. As Mistress taunted her with the shaped end Maris finally allowed a moan to softly pass her lips. "Please fuck me," she looked over her shoulder as Mistress moved close and they kissed. Now two probes were teasing Maris for her Mistress's tongue was withheld so Maris suckled the tip. "Please Mistress. Stuff your cock into me, please?" Yet the teasing continued. Maris had yet to realize the level of patience Mistress had developed. Maris had not come to understand that her words were the negative. Mistress wanted control not begging. Maris moaned again but did not utter a word. A moment later the cock was pushed inside. It was quite long and Maris worried that the end might hurt her. But the seven smooth inches were buried in her pussy and Maris looked back again and now her lover's tongue was in her mouth. Her body was fully excited by her Mistress's loving. Mistress Kate's left hand played with her nipples. She opened her eyes a moment and saw the camera. "That's right Maris. I have you begging me to fuck you as a reminder. Maybe sometime over the next week we'll review the movie. Maybe you'll beg me to fuck your ass. Maybe you'll learn that you are mine now. I want you to come then I want your mouth to lick my wet pussy." As if on que Maris's pussy began to tighten about the phallus and she felt her deep arousal. She closed her eyes as Mistress's tongue fucked her mouth. Her body began to spasm as she released. "That's my girl. You can be taught." Now having removed the apparatus Maris gently massaged the moist flesh near her Mistress's vulva. She bent to kiss her Mistress's pussy. Then her Mistress pushed her lower as she turned about and Maris placed a kiss on each cheek of her bottom. She was forced by her hand to lick Kate's tight hole. Her tongue was pointed and slipped it into Kate's upturned butt. Mistress Kate moaned as she turned around and Maris's lips were again pressed against Kate's inner thighs and intimately kissed her there allowing Maris's lips to linger along her pussy slit. "What do you want me to do to you Mistress?" She looked down and she knew the phallus would be required. She stopped kissing her Mistress's body as she positioned the cock toy. Mistress Kate was rubbing her vulva. Maris fitted the toy and alter the position as Mistress Kate moved to tighten the strap. Maris watched her Mistress lay back on the sofa. She judged the intent and mounted the cushion beside Kate's knees. Maris paused and considered that she had never dreamed of fucking someone. She had heard of such toys but here she was about to fuck a woman. Her beautiful Mistress smiled as Maris began to rub the tip about the slick bare body below her. Maris wondered if she would ask or say a word. Then she considered her position. She was about to bring about her Mistress's climax and she decided to say dirty things; words that she wouldn't have uttered yesterday and this seemed to please Mistress. "You want your panty girl to fuck you Mistress?" Kate looked intently into her eyes. "Your pussy looks so lovely as I play. Should I put my cock toy in your pussy?" Mistress Kate closed her eyes as Maris ran the stiff phallus up and down. "You want your panty slave to fuck your cunt?" That was it and Kate opened her eyes and pulled Maris's hips forward and the cock pushed inside her moist pussy. Her Mistress now moaned as the toy cock fully penetrated her body. Maris had to focus on the toy to prevent it coming out of her Mistress's body. It was harder than she would have though. As she intently moved in and out Mistress Kate wrapped her legs about Maris and reached up to pull their breasts together. She moaned into Maris's ear and then she moved to kiss her deeply. Maris was working harder than she could believe to fuck her Mistress and remain within her body. She was perspiring from the effort and the sweat was running down her back. This was more physically demanding then it looked when she'd seen a porn video with two lesbians several years ago. Now she was with a woman. A woman who had seduced her mind as well as her body. Somehow Mistress Kate was still pulling Maris along her path. Away from her safe world and Jon and to a new place. Maris began to see this lovemaking as something she needed not a manipulation by her Mistress. She was with a new woman, her Mistress as she was about to climax on the cock sticking out of Maris's groin. And then Maris was peaking again as well. The toy and the action had caused her to come. It was less intense than her earlier explosion when Mistress Kate had fucked her but she had come twice within minutes for the first time in her life. Her seduction was complete as she kissed her Mistress's panting mouth and face. "Thank you Mistress. Thank you for leading me to this world. Thank you for fucking me." A few minutes later Mistress Kate stood and took control again, "Move to the wall Maris." Maris smiled slightly and still in her heels she did as she was requested and turned to face the wall. Mistress Kate was behind her and was admired her panty girl's ass. Her hand moved to Maris's cleft, parting the smooth soft cheeks. Maris was surprised that she could allow such an inspection. Her hands were seemingly glued to the wall as Mistress deliberately rubbed her ass. Then Mistress Kate kissed Maris rose. "Do you now understand me? Shall we continue my seduction Maris?" Two When I awoke early the following morning Maris was sound asleep. I went to the bath and shaved and was about to walk to the kitchen for my coffee when I found Maris's discarded clothes in a heap behind the bath door. She was usually neat so this was unusual so I picked up the things and carried them to the washer. When I put them down I noticed the sexy panty and the stockings. Both were damp and smelled a little musty but I paid it no mind. Maris slept past eight and I knew she would be late so I woke her. "Honey who need to get a move on. Late night huh?" She rolled to her back and smiled up at me. She pulled me to kiss her and she frenched my tongue, "Lets get naked Jon." An hour later she was out the door wearing a black dress I'd not seen before. I failed to note her shoes or her tights but I enjoyed the sight of her bottom moving about as the door swung closed. Around lunch I sent her a text but there was no respond. This had occasionally occurred and I packed the bag and headed to the tree grove. I waited for twenty minutes but grew hungry so I ate my lunch. I decided to walk to her lab. It was a beautiful afternoon and now it was nearly two. As I rounded the building corner I saw her and I also saw the simple peck on the cheek. I didn't recognize the woman Maris had kissed so I thought it must have been an old friend. A moment later she saw me and she was smiling as she approached. "Hey Jon, sorry I missed your text." She hugged me and I picked up her scent, floral and sweet, "New cologne honey?" She seemed surprised by my question, "Huh, no. The lab had a strange smell and I spritzed myself to rid the odor." "You smell great Maris. I can stay as you have your lunch." We walked to the grove holding hands and she told me about the morning. "Anyway, one of the exhaust systems failed and the smell entered the lab, nothing toxic but stinky." "Who was that I saw you with as you came outside?" "Hannah's girlfriend Kate. I guess you've not met Kate huh?" "No. She was dressed to the nines. I recall that you'd said she was a real looker." We sat on the blanket while she lunched. I simply watched her. She seemed distracted so I was quiet. "Hannah has been away for a few days so she'd asked Kate to stop by and check on my progress." As she had finished we stood and I folded the blanket as we walked back toward the lab. I saw that Kate had just returned as well. Her backside was all I saw but I knew it was her from the clothes and the strut. "She looks tall." Maris turned to ask me who. "Kate. Kate looks tall. She just went into the lab." Maris looked toward the door and sighed, "Yeah she's just a bit below six foot but in her heels she towers over me. That's why I've been wearing heels the past few days." I smiled, "I liked you in your heels yesterday morning." She seemed a little tense, "Hopefully Hannah returns tonight and life at the lab will return to normal." "Is Kate difficult?" She turned and hugged me, "No, just a bit domineering Jon." We kissed and Maris went in the door. The Researcher Tonight we had made a dinner reservation. Actually Maris had for I was a bit low on cash. When six-thirty came and went the restaurant called the house. I tried to reach Maris twice as the time approached. "Can we delay the reservation until seven?" I asked the person when I called back. At ten minutes of seven she hadn't arrived. I worried that I hadn't heard from her. The lab phone no longer had a message machine so it just rang. Finally at seven-ten I slipped on my dress shoes and sport jacket and headed to see if I could find Maris. The evening was pleasant but darkness had arrived by the time I got to the building. The door was locked. I stepped back. Clearly some of the lights were on but there was no bell. I remembered that Maris had given me her old electronic passkey. She had said the university required new photos on the passes every six months but that the codes still worked. I pulled it from my wallet as I stepped to the door. The door lock released and I walked down the hall to the suite. There were other labs along this short corridor but these weren't being used. Something about James' work required that the floor be used for only his studies. As I came to Maris's suite I heard a soft but distance voice, actually it was more of a moan. It wasn't Maris's voice so I paused and listened. It was clearly someone making love. There was a second voice. "That's a girl, take the whole thing into your butt," It sounded somewhat like Hannah. I now was alert and I walked very quietly aware now I was a voyeur. I wasn't thinking of Maris. I knew something was happening close by for now I heard the sound of heels on the hard flooring. Shuffling about a bit but not walking. "Kate, push into her slowly. I want to enjoy watching the cock slipping past her tight little ring." They were in a glass conference room with the lights on and the door wide open. The rest of the lab was dark except for the equipment lights. They hadn't heard me and I curiously moved closer. I could see two women. One was Hannah but she was nearly naked. I couldn't see below her belly though due to the partition height. The other I now saw was the tall woman I'd seen earlier today, Kate. She was naked as well at least to her garter belt. I did not want to cause a stir so I slowly stepped back to the corridor. Their voices were now a little louder and I could hear a muffled sound from a third person. I wanted to not cause a problem for Maris with her employer so I left the lab building and went to the restaurant. It was a ten-minute walk and along the way I saw that Maris had responded to my text. 'I'll see you there at eight' I sat at the bar and a few minutes past eight Maris arrived and came to me and kissed me. She tasted sweet. "What caused you to missed the reservation?" She sat beside me and I saw her dress slip up to expose her garter tab and stocking top. She looked great, "Hannah returned and sent me on an errand to Queens. I guess the texts I sent didn't get through." She slipped closer and she kissed me again. I was full of wonder but she was with me now. "Can we have a second glass?" We decided to sit at the bar for dinner since we'd missed two reservations and it was a busy place. After dinner we walked home and I felt her bottom and the garter tab, "I like that you've worn such sexy lingerie Maris. Will you fuck me in heels again tonight?" The next day she had to leave thirty minutes early and therefore I slept through her getting dressed. She sent me a text though. 'heading back to queens for a meeting. No lunch today' With some time on my hands I did some thinking about what I'd seen last night. I was fortunate to not be discovered. I had entered the lab building with Maris's ID though. If someone was tracking the door data they would see that she had come to the lab after seven last night. If Hannah wanted to check she would think it was Maris whom had witnessed, well I hadn't seen anything really. Except I saw the two partially clothed women and they were doing something to a third person. The third was a complete mystery. Without my lunch partner I could still visit the grove for it was a beautiful afternoon. I sat for an hour reading a novel under the trees. I was stirred from the book by the sound of heels walking casually by not ten feet away. I looked up to see Hannah and what I presumed was her girlfriend. They hadn't seen me yet. The thought of what I'd seen. That I'd observed these two involved in an intimate act. It excited me and I became a bit hard. Just then Hannah turned and saw me. "Jon! Hi" The two had stopped and I tried to stand but my penis would be evident so I sort of rolled and stood with my back to them. I moved closer as I soften. "Hello Hannah. Lunching but without Maris." Hannah introduced her lover as her partner, "Finally I get to meet you Kate." She was taller than me by six inches due to me standing in the grass and her heels. She step close and took my hand. "Nice to meet you too Jon. Hannah told me you were a beautiful man." Her hand was soft and delicate but she wore her nails quite long and the finish was in a cream polish. I quickly studied her dress as my mind recalled seeing her breasts. I must have been staring, "Hannah, he's a little transfixed by seeing two women together." I apologized, "No, no Kate, it was something I was working out in my mind and it just fell into place. An equation." Hannah explained what I'd meant and how it related to my work. I'd been caught staring at my girlfriend's boss's chest. Oh god! "Well Jon I hope to see you again soon." Kate took Hannah's hand the they walked away. Over the following week Maris had been running her typical schedule. We were to attend a wedding of one of her classmates on Saturday. I watched her dressing for the event in hose' and a garter belt. I was a bit hard when she turned, "Someone likes my lingerie covered legs." She moved to her knees and moved my underwear aside and took my cock in her mouth. I came quickly and she was surprised. She had only swallowed my cum twice before but this time she didn't fuss. "Now let's get finished and in the cab." On Sunday morning I sat awake in bed while she slept. I considered the past week and the subtle changes in Maris and lab visit I made. She had went shopping alone Saturday and now had quite a collection of hose' and garters. She had explained the purchase, "I found that my vagina is more comfortable without pantyhose and you seemed to like it as well." The lab scene was still unresolved. Who were Hannah and Kate with? Meanwhile: Hannah had just showered when she saw that Kate was awake. "Tell me what you want me to do with your new pet." Kate had made an espresso and was sitting in the living room naked except for her tap pants. She had pushed Hannah to bring a new lover into their realm. She was quite a beauty and tall. She had the potential to become an active lesbian. Her bottom hadn't been breached as of yet but Kate was certain it would occur soon. "Well Mary is lovely but a little too common place. Her oral skills need serious work Hannah so you can focus on her for the next few weeks." Hannah was wearing a mule slipper and a camisole set in black. She walked near the glass wall which looked east. "Of course darling. I can handle that assignment." She turned back toward Kate, "This pet needs you to kiss her sore slit." She walked two steps toward Kate, "Can Mistress please kiss my red pussy? Can she make me feel good?" Kate enjoyed that her lover knew how to get her aroused. A simple soft manner and the scent of sex was all Hannah needed to do. "Are you clean you anal whore?" Hannah kept her body just as her lover required and therefore she turned about standing twelve inches from Kate hands. Kate slipped the black pants slightly down her girl's thighs and moistened her long finger with her mouth. "Yes Mistress Kate, hook my anus with your finger. Pull me in to your mouth sweetie." Three On Monday Maris came home for lunch. "Surprised honey? I had to revise something for the test but the information is only on the hard drive here." I looked her over and considered her outfit. Something had changed in Maris. I liked the fact she was wearing dresses and hose'. The delivery truck had brought two boxes. "Those must be my new heels." Later that afternoon she called me on the hard line, "I've got to run to Queens for a five o'clock inspection. Don't wait dinner on me okay?" I was too busy and simply forgot to eat when dinnertime arrived. She came home after nine and we shared a salad and some wine. The next morning she thought I was asleep but I watched her dressing. She seemed earnest about how the hose' were covering her long legs. When she turned for the new heel I saw the seam up the back of her legs. They looked perfectly straight. Once she was in the heels I glanced and became hard. Maris sailed to the hall and out the door before I could get her help to relief my hard-on. On Wednesday she told me it would be a late night. I considered what I was planning several time during the afternoon. At seven I slipped on a old spring jacket and a cap and sneakers she'd have thrown out if she found them. I walked to the lab. Pausing at the corner I checked the building lights. The same group were on as last Wednesday night. I slipped the passkey across the reader and quietly entered. As I came near to Maris suite I saw clearly the three women. Maris stood with her arms up and the other two were exploring her body. Kate was licking and fondling her breasts. As I got bold and moved closer I saw that a noose attached to an overhead pipe loosely held Maris's arms. Hannah had some type of toy and was licking my girlfriend's rear cleft. Kate pulled Maris close by grabbing what looked like a collar, "Well Pet Maris I hope you've prepared your body for my lover's cock." Maris mumbled but then I saw she had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth. The gag meant I only heard an 'umm'. "Good girl. Hannah has been the initiator of all of my pets, right Hannah?" Hannah was now applying some type of gel to her cock toy, "I love to penetrate each girl first and regularly." I stopped short for a saw that they might get a hint of me due to how the light was reflected. Maris tottered a bit on her heels. "Express delivery of those four inches heels indicated to me you wanted my cock tonight. Now don't whimper. You asked to be fuck Pet Maris." Kate was now crouched low beside Maris as Hannah positioned her phallus head at Maris's bottom opening. Kate spoke softly, "One more time Pet, ask Mistress Hannah for her cock." I could hear Maris mumbling but there was no mistaking 'fuc me'. Hannah glided her toy up and down my girlfriends butt. I stood watching. I could only see one of her eyes from this angle but it went wide as she absorbed the stiff phallus' entry. There was a loud but muffled scream and panting coming from Maris mouth. Mistress Kate stood and move to Maris's face, pulled the panty gag and kissed her deeply, "Fuck our Pet Hannah." She kissed Maris lovingly while Hannah slowly entered and re-tracked her long stiff phallus. Three, then four strokes and Kate paused her kiss and Maris breathed deeply. "Oh my god, Mistress Hannah please don't stop," but Hannah did. "Maris my pet," Kate said, "you know the rules. No talking. Now we have to gag you and start again." Hannah step around my suspended girlfriend and teased her nipples while Kate re-positioned the panty gag. Then Kate moved toward Maris butt and lovingly licked her cleft. "The Pet is ready again Mistress Hannah." Kate again crouched low beside Maris as Hannah positioned the cock head at Maris's anus. Kate spoke more urgently, "One more time Pet, ask Mistress Hannah for her dick. Ask her to fuck your tight hole." Maris mumbled but there was no mistaking 'fuc ma but'. I watched as Hannah's fingers entered her bottom and then she aligned her toy at my girlfriend's bottom. I bit my lip as I watched. This time I could see both of her eyes for Kate had shifted her captive slightly. I saw her eyes go wide as she absorbed the stiff phallus' second travel into her body. The muffled cry sounded more like joy than pain but still she was panting. Mistress Kate stood and I saw her perfectly shaped bottom as she stood near Maris's face. This time when she pulled the panty gag and kissed her deeply Hannah said, "I'm fucking your Pet Mistress Kate." Kate kissed Maris lovingly while Hannah slowly pushed her cock deep into Maris. Three, four strokes and then a fifth. Kate now paused her kiss and patted Maris's mons while they kissed. When the kiss was paused Maris breathed deeply as Mistress Kate moved her fingers to Maris pussy. She just shook as her climax came. "Oh my god, Mistress Hannah please stop," but Hannah didn't. "My pet," Kate said, "you'll be fucked until Mistress Hannah comes." A minute later Hannah screamed and slowly stopped her thrusting and grabbed Maris about the waist to steady herself as she breathed deeply. As she stepped around my suspended girlfriend I moved further into the shadows and then slipped out of the lab. On my walk back to the flat I considered if there was any form of brutal behavior, any forced action by either of Maris's mistress's. Then I wondered how my world with Maris would change. I'd seen her willingly submit to two females. Both Hannah and Kate were beautiful women and Maris was as well. These three consenting adults I had spied on. I didn't even think of interfering. How could I move forward after what I'd watched? I had ejaculated into my shorts near the final thrusts of Hannah. It was after nine-thirty when she opened the door. She look as good as she had this morning when I'd watched her secretly enjoying her dressing. When she stepped to kiss me I noticed the clean smell of after shower. There was a locker room at the lab and Maris had clearly used it. "You smell lovely. Care to go to bed with me?" I asked. She moved close and kissed me, "Sorry Jon I'm all but dead after that day. Tomorrow morning okay?" ***** To be continued, by MadQuill The 'Researcher' .... Oh, so you have to leave? It's ok, I understand. It's dangerous to have spilled my guts to you this way, but ya know, it kinda feels good too. And reliving that experience, and so many others like that, is so ... pleasant. Damn, the little guy is getting hard just thinking about them all. I need to go too - I see some of you out there reading this are women. Just my type. I better go see if I can find out more about you, where you live, your habits. After all, you never know when I'll be in a neighborhood near you ... or even your own.