1 comments/ 4725 views/ 0 favorites The Mirage of Control Ch. 01 By: penandpaper His dick was hard and it was trying to sneak its way in between her closed legs. It was often the way Jodi woke up. She was exhausted from the long day yesterday, and wanted nothing more than to go back asleep. But Wess, her husband, was about to get up for work, and he was seeing if he could get lucky. "Not right now honey. I'm tired," she said softly. "Ok," he whispered back. They held each other for a little while until the alarm went off. Wess got up, took a shower, and left. Jodi was still feigning sleep. They didn't say good-bye. The drive into the city for Wess was long. The traffic was slow and the radio, as usual, was playing the same old crap. When had their sex life lost its flame? he thought. It was true. They had been married now for nine years. But he was still attracted to her. Why did she turn him down all the time? Why did they only have sex once a month! He got irritated at the thought and threw in a CD. At the same time Jodi lay in bed thinking the same exact question. She likes sex. She loves Wess. Why not just say yes and enjoy the morning together? What was ten minutes of morning sex, if not a nice way to wake up? She sighed at the thought of how many times she's turned her husband down -- at least three times a week. But as she starts her day, she falls into a routine that manages to wipe such thoughts from her head. She arrived at the grocery store and started her pattern; fruits and vegetables first, frozen foods last. She walks in and notices the bag boys' heads turning. She still looks great for being in her early thirties, even when she dresses casually as she did today. Her jeans were tight showing off her nice rounded butt, and her soft fuzzy sweater curved graciously around her full C cup. Her blonde hair was done up, and her white skin had a sexy contrast to her full red lips. Jodi was always one of those people that would look the same going to the grocery store, cooking dinner at home, or going out to the bar with a group of friends. She was a natural beauty. After an hour she rounds the last isle and grabs a few frozen pizzas for Wess. That's when she saw him; Phil, an old boyfriend of hers from high school. "Jodi? Is that you?" His voice is deep, she thought, and he towers over my 5'4" frame. She stood in silence for a second and awed at his good masculine looks. He was devilishly handsome and had the build of an athlete. "Jodi?" His voice brought her back to the present. "Phil! Oh my god, it's great to see you. How have you been?" "I've been doing very well, thanks. How about yourself? I heard you married Wess. That lucky dog. He always seemed like a... nice guy." Her eyes darted downwards as though embarrassed. She couldn't even believe she just did that. But, it was just such a well of emotions swelling up inside of her; from being Prom Queen and King with Phil, to not living up to her friends' predicted potential. "Yes, Wess and I got married nine years ago. Right after college." "Any kids?" "No. No kids." "Oh, so you're still living as newlyweds huh? Good for Wess!" With that he let out a loud booming laugh. It was such a manly laugh. It made the lady behind him smile as though his voice had permeated something deeper inside her. "Well," he said, "it was great seeing you. Come here and give me a hug for old time's sake." Jodi approached Phil who was 6'3 and placed her head on his chest. Her arms wrapped around his waist which was lean and solid. She sniffed deeply, wanting to soak in his masculinity. Then she felt it. There was a bulge that rested on her belly. It pressed through her pink sweater and at that moment she could feel Phil's manhood. It was huge. Jumping back she tried not to appear startled. And at that time, almost involuntarily, her eyes shifted downward. She couldn't see anything through his thin dress pants, but she had felt it. Was it even hard? She began to blush. "Jodi," Phil interrupted her thoughts, "why don't you come with me next door and I'll buy you a coffee." "Well," Jodi began with a stammer. She had to leave. She was embarrassed. She was a little afraid at what her mind was thinking. "I have frozen foods. I need..." "We'll put them in the freezer of my coffee shop," he said. "Now come on, don't you want to see what I have?" "What?" she asked startled. "I...I..." "My you've developed quite the dirty mind," Phil replied with a devilish grin. He knew what she was thinking. "I meant, don't you want to see one of my coffee shops. I import the stuff directly from Jamaica. It's Pure Blue Mountain. Some of the finest coffee available. I own the chains across the state." She was still stuck on his dirty mind comment. She was such a prude in high school. She flashed back to prom night. She remembered Phil's kisses, they were deep and exploratory. She also remembered the bulge as she grabbed through his pants that night. It was huge. It scared her and she remained a virgin until meeting Wess. Pangs of regret had always haunted her from that night. And now here in the middle of the grocery store Phil was bringing them up and joking about them. "Well?" he asked still waiting patiently. "I would love to see what you have," she said seductively. She couldn't even believe the words came out of her mouth. But they did, almost as if there was no choice in the matter. The two shared a desert coffee that was one of Phil's specialties. Jodi also met Phil's accountant, Gary. He was a short pudgy man who looked Jodi up and down when as they shook hands. His hands were clammy and the smirk on his face made him look more like a small time mafia dealer than an accountant. Jodi mentioned this to Phil as the two sat down alone together. Phil said she needed to be nice to him because he knew how much money these places really do make. It raised the hairs on Jodi's back. They were soon quelled when Phil mentioned a date from their past, and for the rest of the time they chatted small talk; Jodi trying to poise and herself, Phil leading the conversation and listening intently at Jodi's answers. There was a moment of silence that Jodi was about to fill with more idle chit-chat, but Phil leaned over and place his large hand over hers. It sent shivers through her arm and into her neck. He looked directly at her and spoke: "Come with me to my house. I live close to here." It was not a question. She was not about to object even though everything in her heart told her to. They climbed into Phil's new BMW M5 and sped off. She mentioned what a nice car it was, and Phil said something to the effect that coffee couldn't pay for this. She didn't understand, nor did she care, because when he placed his hand on her knee she again felt the ripples and tingling shock that went through her leg and into her pussy like a wave over an open reef. It crashed on her clit, and even though there was nothing touching it, she shook. She was nervous, ashamed, and thrilled all at the same time. She couldn't wait to feel his manhood inside her. The car pulled up to a large palatial mansion. Its lawn was manicured and the flower beds showed off many of the fall colors that represented the area. Phil said nothing as he parked. Instead, he squeezed her knee and brushed his fingers authoritatively against her inner thigh. Jodi's eyes closed as she felt another chain of waves rush over her pussy. She could feel the heat from her lips as it spread up and down her legs and onto her belly. Her nipples became erect and she pushed out her chest and spread her legs to let his hand do what it will. But instead, it stopped and he walked around and opened up the door for her. She stepped out of the car and silently he led her into the house. It was beautiful: clean lines, marble floors and classic décor made it look like an art trader's home, not a business man's. He led her to the living room and sat her down on a soft white sofa. The sun came through the window onto her pink sweater as she sat there crotch height staring up into Phil's eyes. The silence was finally broken by his deep resonate voice. "Jodi, you want to see my dick, don't you?" She was taken aback by his question. Yes, everything in her right now wanted to see it. She wanted to see it. Smell it. Taste it. Feel it! She nodded yes. He looked down at her and shook his head. There was a tingle in her pussy when she saw him shake his head. Was he telling her no? She had to have it! "Jodi, look at me and answer me. Do you want to see my dick?" "Yes," she replied looking meekly into his eyes. "Good. Now unbutton my pants." She did as he asked. "Now unzip the zipper." She licked her lips as the zipper came down. Her eyes saw the beautiful bulge that was covered by Phil's boxers. She shook involuntarily thinking of the moment and looked up at him for support. "Now take my pants down." She did as he asked and slipped them off his feet. His legs stood like pillars carved out of granite. "Now Jodi, do you want to see my dick?" "Yes," she replied almost begging. "If I let you see it, and I let you taste it, you must do what I say. Do you understand?" "Yes." She didn't care what he asked of her by now. She just wanted his huge dick pounding away at her womanhood. "Take off my boxers then." She slid off his boxers fumbling over the knees. She couldn't believe what she saw. Phil's cock dangled before her inches from her face -- and it was bigger than what she imagined. It wasn't even hard yet, but still was six inches. His girth seemed almost as big. "Do you like what you see Jodi?" "Yes." "What do you want to do with it?" he asked. She immediately started begging. She didn't even know why she was begging. She just thought that's what she needed to do to get his cock. She needed it so bad right then she would have done anything. He reached down and grabbed her chin. His hands, wherever they touched sent pulses through her now. The pulses rippled through her landing on her pussy. "Tell me what you want Jodi." "I need you," she whimpered. "How?" "I need you inside of me. Please Phil. Please." "Open your mouth," he said. The asking quality had gone out of his voice. "Suck my balls." She immediately did as he asked. They each were as large as ping pong balls. She licked at each one individually and then placed the right nut in her mouth. His large dick rested across her face as she did. Its smell was intoxicating. It smelled of sex. It smelled of manhood. She switched nuts and placed the other one in her mouth. She was not going to be able to suck on both at one time. She felt Phil's hands on her head guiding her. They had complete control. "That's nice Jodi. You suck balls often?" He pulled her away from his balls. She had heard the question but did not want to answer it. Instead she looked at Phil's dick. It was growing now and was standing right in front of her face. It seemed ten inches long and the girth was extraordinary. Its head was bright and shaped symmetrically to the monster that was its trunk. She went to suck on it. Phil's hands held her back. "Jodi, you didn't answer my question. Do you suck balls often?" She was ashamed she was doing this to Wess. She felt embarrassed for him. But she needed this now. This was her time, and she didn't care what she had to do to get it. "No," she replied abruptly. Her tone was forceful and Phil gave another one of his devilish grins. "You don't suck on Wess's balls. Why not?" "Please Phil, just fuck me. I'll do anything. I'll pay you. I'll say anything you want. Just please fuck me." She couldn't believe the words were coming out of her mouth. She couldn't believe she said it. But, Phil stood there still holding her head. He raised an eyebrow and suddenly Jodi knew she was not going to get what she wanted until she answered. "His dick is not like this," she said with a sigh. "Kiss it," he said. Phil's hands loosened and she leaned over and kissed the head of his dick. She took her tongue and began twirling it around the head. She breathed in deeply. It smelled so good. Then she took her mouth, with her bright red lips and placed them over the head of his dick. His head tilted back and she sucked gently. She couldn't believe the size. It was now fully erect and her mouth was as wide as she could get it -- and it was still tight. Phil's hands tightened and she took a deep breath through her nose anticipating what was next. He slowly guided her down onto his cock. Her mouth stretched and she grabbed the base with both hands. She made it halfway down the shaft and he pulled her back up. "That was good Jodi. You like sucking my dick." His questions were now statements, and the pangs of guilt swept through her once again because they were true. "Take it in your mouth again. Let me see those bright red lips wrap themselves around my cock." She immediately did as he asked. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and began a slow pumping motion on his enormous dick. She bobbed up and down in unison with her two hands that glided up and down near his shaft. Her pussy seared now from its own desire. It was throbbing and her legs were quivering. "Relax," he said. She tried to do as he willed. She slowly took in more and more of his big dick. It pushed at the back of her throat. It slipped through her hands now from all her saliva. His balls gleamed in the sunlight from her tongue bath. It was beautiful. "Now stop," he commanded. Her eyes grew wide. No! She didn't want to stop. She looked up at him pleadingly. He gave another grin. "You said you would do anything." She looked down. She was being submissive and she knew whatever he wanted she would do. "Jodi," he said as he reached down and cupped her chin in his monstrous hand, "You are going to suck my cock and let me come in your mouth and on your face." She frantically nodded yes. "Now be a good whore and suck it!" His voice was calm and commanding. She instantly went to work. She clamped her mouth over his giant cock and started a feverish bobbing motion. She gripped the base tightly with both hands and pumped as hard as she could. She saw his legs tensing up and felt his cock stiffening. It was so big, but her throat now openly accepted the cucumber sized prick. She picked up the pace at the sound of his groans and then felt his hand grab the back of her hair. He pulled her away and she kept stroking with her hands. He began to spew come like she had never seen before. Load after load shot over her face. It landed on her cheek, in her hair, and all over her lips. It also shot all over her pink sweater, leaving come streaks down her breast. He let out one last grunt and shoved the dick inside her mouth. She sucked it hard draining every last bit of come out of it. It tasted so good. She couldn't wait to get that inside of her. He slowly pulled his dick from her mouth. She held on to it, like a kid holding onto candy. He took it out and slapped it all over her face. She didn't care about the humiliation now she just needed his tool between her legs. "That was good you slut," he said. "Fuck me now," she said starting to unbutton her pants. "Jodi. You said you would do anything I asked. I am not through yet." "Oh god," she said cutting him off. "Do you want my dick or not?" "Yes, please Phil." Her voice softened. "Good. What time does Wess get home?" "What?" "Answer the question," he demanded. She looked at her watch. "In about ten minutes." "You are going to go home with a mouth full of come. You are going to kiss him on his lips when he walks through the door. And you are are to blow him. You are going to be the one in control. He is your cock slave. Do you understand?" "But Phil, I can't...I," she let out a whimper. "Fine, then you will never get to feel my cock entering that little pussy of yours." "No, please Phil. Anything, but I just can't..." "Good-bye Jodi." He walked over to the front door and opened it. She sat on the couch thinking of the circumstances. She needed his dick now and he knew it. But she couldn't hurt Wess. He was such a nice guy. She didn't know what to do. The mixture of emotions was unbearable. Then, as if possessed again she said the words she thought she wouldn't say. "Ok. I'll do it." He walked over to her and placed his hand on her cheek and picked her up off the couch. "That's a good little girl. Now remember, I'll know if you're lying when I see you tomorrow. So you had better give him a nice deep kiss. Swirl the come around in his mouth. Let him taste what your little slutty mouth has been doing. And then suck his dick. How you want to suck it is up to you though. Remember, you're in control." The Mirage of Control Ch. 02 Jodi drove home with her head in a swirl. The come stains on her sweater stood out on the pink fluffy material. With each and every breath she smelled Phil's cock and sperm. It permeated her nostrils and sent her head spinning. Her pussy still twitched whenever she visualized the enormous cock in her mouth. She couldn't wait to have her pussy fucked, and Wess was going to be the one to do it. That made her guilt subside a little. She pulled up to the townhouse where Wess and she lived. It was small and the attached neighbor's house gave a limited sense of privacy. There was no way to see what the neighbors did, but they could hear everything. Jodi pulled up into the driveway and saw her neighbor Denise outside pulling weeds from her little garden. She saw Jodi and started to walk over. Oh god, she can't see me like this. She'll know, Jodi thought. "Jodi, hey what's up?" Jodi grabbed a bunch of the grocery bags out of the car. She began to rush into the house. "Jodi," called Denise, "hey girlfriend I have to ask you a question." Jodi turned around. She stared at the floor the whole time. "Yes," she replied. "Mel and I have extra tickets to see Motley Crue on Friday. Are you guys interested?" Jodi hated the fact that her neighbors were kind of "trailerish." She hated Motley Crue and just wanted to be done with the conversation. "I'll ask Wess," she said quickly. "You have some stains on your shirt," Denise said. A flood of thoughts rushed through Jodi's head. If she saw them from five feet away, Wess would surely spot them. Oh god, what was she going to do? How was she going to do what Phil asked of her and not let Wess find out? She couldn't do it. She needed to change. She needed to get inside. "Jodi, are you ok? You seem out of it. So, where are the stains from?" Jodi's thoughts just stood frozen like an iced over pond. What the hell was this, the Spanish Inquisition? Why the hell was she so interested in the stain? Will you just let me go so I can get upstairs and change! She heard something down the road and she knew it was Wess's car. "Denise, I have to put these away. I have to change. Ok. I'm sorry. I'll ask Wess and come over and chat later." "Ok. No biggie. I would change sweaters too with a stain like that." Jodi's body now stood as frozen as her brain. What did Denise mean by that comment? Did she know what it was? A car door closed and she saw Wess walking up to her. She tried to move, but couldn't. What had she done? Wess stood five feet from her. She turned and walked inside. She dropped the groceries and collapsed against the wall. The doorknob turned and she took a deep breath. She had no choice but to do what Phil had asked. "Honey. You need any help with the groceries?" Wess asked as he walked through the door. Jodi took another deep breath. She smelled Phil deep inside her lungs. She smelled his manhood. She envisioned his giant dick pumping in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes for a second and waited for Wess to round the corner. "I don't need help with the groceries," she said coyly as she grabbed his sweater. "I need help in another way!" Her tone rang in Wess's ears like some mystical siren call. He had never heard his wife talk like that. He had never heard that tone in her voice. He had never seen the look she had in her eyes, a mixture of aggression and passion. He swallowed hard and looked at her. She seemed different. Jodi didn't wait for Wess to look her over. She pulled him closer and pressed her mouth to his and let her tongue flail wildly inside his mouth. She explored his mouth, letting her tongue run coarsely over his tongue, cheeks, and palate. She pressed harder and harder against his face, grabbing his hair for more leverage. She imagined the come mixing between the two of them. Then, with both hands, she grabbed his crotch harder than she ever had before. She tasted different he thought. And the pain in his crotch from her squeezing hands was almost too much to bear. But he dared not say a word. It was all too exciting; too new for him to ruin it with words and questions. Jodi pulled Wess over to their couch and spoke as demandingly as she could. "Sit down and take off your pants." She couldn't believe she said it. It felt so good to tell someone what to do, especially after her afternoon. Wess did as she commanded and sat down with just his boxers on. She could see the tent like structure inside his blue boxers from his hard on. So, she thought, my little man liked being pushed around? "Take off your shirt." He did so as quickly as possible. Jodi glanced down at his boxers. There was just a short pole poking against them. It looked so small compared to what she had just seen. Jodi reached down and yanked off his boxers with authority. She saw Wess swallow hard as she knelt down placing one hand around his now fully erect member. Her one little hand covered everything but the head. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't how she remembered. There was a time she thought Wess seemed large. Was she that blinded all along to think this was big? She let it go and plunged the prick in her mouth. On her first stroke she swallowed it completely. Wess let out a high pitch moan. It felt like nothing in her mouth. It was so easy to swallow. It was so easy to get down. It felt like a short pencil in her mouth. It was nothing! Jodi bobbed her head a few more times deep-throating Wess and bringing him to near orgasm. But, she had come this far. She was not going to be a come dumpster again, especially to a dick like this. She stopped abruptly and stood up. She slipped out of her jeans and guided Wess by his hair. She laid him down on the floor and sat directly on his face. Her pussy was hot and wet. It needed servicing and it was something Wess rarely did. He said he didn't like the taste. Screw him! she thought. She pushed her lips against his face and tried to give orders -- something she had never done. "Lick my pussy Wess." "Eat it." "Kiss my clit. On top. Suck on it." She thought the words "you bitch!" yet restrained. "Stick that tongue deeper. Yes, now lick the clit. God yes!" "Swirl your tongue around. Lick it. Oh god yes, that's it! Keep licking! Don't stop!" With that she grinded her entire weight onto Wess's face. She reached down and spread her lips apart and rubbed feverishly on his tongue and mouth. She began coming in wave after wave. It made her more insatiable. It made her swell with more wetness. The waves now crashed over her clitoris muscles. She couldn't stop coming, but there was still something missing -- a hole that needed to be filled. She lowered herself onto Wess's prick. She could barely feel it go in her. God no! She needed something more. She repositioned herself. Still nothing. Her pussy felt like a black hole, it just sucked everything up until that everything became nothing. She started to tear up. She needed her pussy filled! She pumped as hard as she could; she tried to imagine her pussy being stretched by Phil's gigantic cock. Nothing worked. She reached down and placed two fingers in her hole alongside Wess's prick. She humped and grinded. She put in another finger. She moved like a bucking bull now, out of rhythm doing anything to appease its desire. A distant voice called her back to reality. "Honey stop. OW! Honey stop, you're hurting me. STOP IT!" Wess screamed grabbing her by the hips and throwing her off him. Jodi snapped back to reality and saw the horror in his eyes. She looked down at his cock and noticed a small amount of blood. What had she done? "Jesus Christ, your nails were scratching the shit out of my dick. What the hell is a matter with you? I mean, I appreciate the aggressiveness and all, but I don't want Willie here hurt." Willie was there pet name for his prick and it stung her deeply to think of what she had done. She loved Wess and couldn't believe one afternoon of passion had made her act like that. "I'm so sorry baby," she cooed. "It just felt so good. I'm sorry. Here let me take care of Willie for you." With that she leaned down and kissed the head of his dick. Her lips engulfed the entire head with the formation of a small puckered peck. Her mind flashed back to Phil's enormous head; its bulbous shape and giant girth. God she wanted that again. Wess sighed. It brought her back to the present. She was stunned at how quickly her mind leapt from past to present. Jodi climbed back on top of Wess again trying to concentrate on the present and slowly rode his prick. The feeling of nothingness consumed her pussy again, but she restrained from acting on it. She just did what she normally did. She went through the motions. She let out a feigned moan here and there. She acted as if she was coming again and waited for Wess to squirt his tiny load inside her. But, when he finally let out a few grunts her thoughts turned devilish once again. She bent her nose down into her sweater and sniffed the come stained spot deeply. He should eat her out again. "That was great babe," Wess said as he wiggled out from under her. "What's for dinner?" he asked as he went upstairs to put on something more comfortable. Jodi slumped down on the carpet defeated. She stared at her pussy. How could one thing consume her so much? She pictured Phil's giant cock entering her as she pantomimed being in the doggie style position. She gazed at her pussy, she imagined it stretching and being filled by Phil's gorgeous shaft. She started to feel the heat swell up inside her again. She started to feel the imaginary friction that would come from Phil's wide dick. She let out a sob. What was happening to her? The Mirage of Control Ch. 03-04 Dawn broke the spell of yesterday as Jodi lay there wide awake looking at Wess. She felt so stupid. She was going to see Phil today and tell that asshole off. She was going to let him know what a worthless human being he was. She was. Wess's stirring made her roll over. Then she felt it. He started his slow grinding; poking her near her ass hoping to awaken her. She lay still. His hand reached around and started rubbing her breasts. She clinched her eyes closed. His mouth started kissing the back of her neck. "Not right now, hon." An ok that was more of a sigh came out. Within minutes he got up and went in the shower. She stared at the wall, body motionless, save one hand that was drifting downward. It circled her bellybutton. It touched the inside of her legs softly. One finger rubbed lightly near her lips. It touched them and then slid in. She was sopping wet. Damn it! Screw Phil. He's an ass and I'm telling him off like he's never been told off before. She noticed two fingers had slid in, and her third was lightly circling her swelling nub. The shower turned off and she stopped. Wess got dressed, looked to see if she was awake, and after seeing her eyes closed walked out without saying bye. The morning was a debate between the angel and demon inside Jodi's head. She kept repeating to herself how she would tell Phil off, but as each menial decision presented itself, she just thought about how that would seem to Phil. He was consuming her decisions. She went to put on a sweater -- no not after yesterday. Why does it matter, it's not like he's going to come all over this one. Then the image of her on her knees, engulfing the thing she wanted more dearly than anything set her mind aflame. Screw him. Wow, look at me I'm huge so you'll just bow to my whims. Whatever. She went to put on some underwear. Not these old panties. Not these tan ones. These red ones. Yes. Why are you wearing the red ones? They're the sexiest pair you own. They're your only g-string pair! What I can't wear my red panties, it's not like he's going to see them. A skirt. Yes a skirt. Why would you wear a skirt? Isn't that the epitome of trying to look hot and sexy? So what if I'm trying to look good. I am trying to look sexy. Shouldn't I do that just to let him know what he's missing? That settles it. She searched her closet for the highest pair of black heels she owned and threw on a blouse that was cut low. Her push up bra beneath it could be seen, but she thought all the better. In the bathroom, she did her hair up and added eyeliner to her makeup, something that was unusual for her. Then she added the same ruby red lipstick as yesterday. That will make the bastard think again about doing this. Then she closed her eyes and took off her panties. They were wet. She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. Let's really make him pay. But, the thought, she knew, seemed a bad idea. No. I'm telling this bastard off. I am.