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Collected by Djian
updated jan 20 - 2010
Clair's New Toy, part 2
New Toy 2
Once they were home, Ann lay in bed beside her sleeping husband and
thought. She just couldn't sleep, thoughts of what Clair had done to her kept
running through her head. She wished that tonight had been one of the nights
that Michael had wanted her. God knew she needed a cock in her - badly. And
not only just for the sex. She'd neglected to wash her face, and Clair's scent
was still strong in her nose. Ann tried, but couldn't avoid admitting, if only
to herself, that she'd not washed it off on purpose. Her own cunt was soaked,
the thick lips slipping against each other with every movement. Finally, she
fell into a restless sleep.
The Monday after the party, Michael sat in his office with his head in
his hands. He'd finished teaching his last class an hour ago and had a ton of
work to do. Usually, he had no problems concentrating, but today he was
completely distracted, his emotions alternating between guilt and arousal.
Saturday night, he'd been so hot when he got home. He wanted to just throw Ann
on her back and fuck the shit out of her. But he realized that it wasn't really
Ann he wanted. No. He wanted Clair. He wanted to fuck Clair, and if he could
do it while she was doing something to his wife - preferably something degrading
and nasty, that was all the better. He could just imagine Clair kneeling over
his wife's prone body while he fucked that fantastic ass. She'd be twisting his
wife's thick nipples, pulling on them ruthlessly while degrading Ann and forcing
her to eat her cunt. Perhaps Clair would even have a...
A knock at his office door interrupted him from his fantasy.
"Come in," he said. Michael hoped this would be a quick visit, who ever
it was. His cock was a long, hard bar and he decided to leave the office early,
go home and fuck his wife. The door opened just after Michael finished
rearranging the bulge in his pants, and in walked Clair. He was surprised, to
say the least.
He stood before realizing that the bulge in his pants would be hard to
miss.
"Clair!" he said nervously. "What brings you here?" Now that he was
already standing, he hoped that the desk would at least hide the evidence of his
cock.
It didn't. Clair saw the bulge right off the bat. Hmmm, she thought.
This might be easier than I thought.
"Michael," she said approaching and holding out her hand, "so nice to
see you. Richard asked if I would come by and see if you would accept a dinner
invitation for this Friday."
Rather than going down, Michael's cock just got harder at the sight of
her. She was really dressed to kill. A tight dark green blouse that looked
like silk was tucked into a very short, black skirt with a wide. There was also
a wide black leather belt around her waist which made her waist look even
narrower than usual, and really set off her hour-glass figure. She sat down and
crossed her legs, drawing his attention to the calf length, high heeled leather
boots she was wearing. His eyes traveled up her legs and he noted that he could
see the tops of her black stockings. She followed his gaze and smiled. Yep -
this was going to be a cinch.
They made small talk for a few minutes, after he agreed that he and Ann
would, indeed, be there for dinner. While they talked, Clair made sure to look
in his eyes and often leaned forward, giving him a wonderful view down the front
of her shirt. Occasionally, her perfectly manicured fingers would rest on, or
stroke his arm. Sometimes, when she pretended to think about an answer to a
question, she'd run one nail seductively over her full bottom lip. Finally,
when she was sure she had his complete attention, she began to steer the
conversation to what had happened the other night,
"I hope that you're not too upset about what happened the other night,"
she said as she rose and walked around to his side of the desk.
"What do you mean?" he asked, barley concentrating on what she said as
she sat on his desk and leaned toward him.
Clair licked her lips and Michael's eyes once again were drawn
helplessly to her ample cleavage.
"You know what I mean, Michael. What happened with your wife. Are you
mad? Or do you two like to play those types of games?"
She was close enough now that she was running her fingernails gently
over his cheek. He could smell her perfume, something a bit musky and very,
very sexy. Michael was aroused, but his brain was still working - at least a
little. He realized that, for some reason, Clair was trying to seduce him.
Aroused as he was, this made him a little nervous.
"Ann's pretty conservative," he said. "Although, she hasn't really
mentioned the other night. I don't think she knows I was watching."
Clair leaned forward even farther, so close that he could feel her sweet
breath on his face and said, "I know you were watching." Her lips brushed his,
very , very lightly. "Did you like what you saw?"
Michael's breath was unsteady. His cock was throbbing and he could feel
the pre-cum oozing from the tip. "I... I don't know," he whispered.
"I think you know," whispered Clair back. "I think that you liked what
happened. A lot."
There was a pause and when he didn't deny it, Clair opened her mouth and
lightly licked Michael's lips. Michael, at that point, wanted to kiss her.
Hell, he wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. But he held back to ensure that
she would make the first move. It wouldn't do to get fired for sexual
harassment.
"Did you?" she whispered? "Did you like what I did to her? It's OK,
you can tell me."
She leaned in and kissed him, lightly, gently pushing her tongue into
his mouth, which he eagerly opened. When he responded, she knew she had him.
She would be able to get him to do pretty much whatever she wanted.
Clair stood and put her hands on Michael's shoulders, pushing him
slightly away from the desk. Then she sat down on the desk again, except this
time she pulled her skirt up to her waist. Michael growled at the sight of the
black, leather thong that was no match for Clair's bushy red muff. Clair took
one booted foot and put it on the desk, shifting her weight and opened her
thighs wide to his gaze. The thin leather was soaked where it covered her cunt
lips and Clair ran one red painted fingernail over the wet leather, then ran her
finger over it, pushing in between her lips. She moaned a bit, slightly humping
her finger, and closed her eyes, her long red hair flowing over her shoulders.
Michael was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. He began to reach
forward to place a hand on her thigh when she grabbed it and placed it on her
pussy. Slowly, she humped into his hand as he masturbated her. Finally, she
pushed him back in the chair and got off the desk. Then she walked to the door
and locked it and, with out a word, unbuckled the wide belt at her waist. Next
off was her skirt, and, finally, her blouse.
Michael approved of what he saw. She stood there in a tight black
corset, which, he saw, was why her waist looked even more narrow, the black
leather thong, thigh-highs and boots. The corset had sheer material that rose
over each enormous breast, hugging and shaping it, but doing very little to hid
it. Michael could see her large nipples poking through the material. She moved
toward him, her hips swaying seductively, until she was once again sitting on
the desk in front of him, legs spread wide.
His hands went to her pussy and she let him play, but wouldn't let him
get under the thong. Her breathing deepened as he rubbed her lips, which were
outlined very nicely by the thin leather. Finally, she grabbed his head and
pulled it into her soaked crotch. She wondered what his reaction would be if he
realized that not all the wetness was pussy juice. She'd peed herself - just a
bit - before coming into the office.
If he noticed, he said nothing. And in fact, all that concerned Michael
was his raging hard-on and the smell and taste of the leather covered cunt in
his face. He pushed his tongue against them, tasting the tang of her cunt and
leather. She smelled so good he almost came right there. Finally, she let him
move the strip of leather aside and bury his tongue in her hairy cunt. He
licked up and down, suck on her lips and pushed his tongue inside her. This was
something that he almost never got to do because Ann didn't like oral sex. She
thought it was too dirty. Well, dirty or not, he was loving the smell and taste
of her juices as he lapped her cunt and she ground it into his mouth.
Clair decided that he wasn't a bad cunt licker. She'd had better, and
when she got finished with his wife, she'd certainly be better. But just
thinking about the games she was going to play with the two of them got her so
hot, she came, holding her cunt lips apart with one hand while Michael sucked
her clit and fingered her pussy. She wished he'd put something into her
asshole, but there would be time enough for that later.
After her cum, she bent and gave him a kiss, sliding her tongue deep
into his mouth and tasting her juices on his face. She knew that he would love
to cum but that wasn't going to happen. Or at least, she wasn't going to give
him one.
"Ooooo, lover, I'd love to continue this, but I'm going to be late
meeting Richard," she said as she slid off the desk and began to dress. He said
nothing, lust blazing in his eyes as he watched her put her clothes on. "Sorry
for leaving you in a state, dear, but maybe when you get home you can get your
wife to help you out."
She smiled as she took a packet out of her purse and held it in her
hand. "I'm looking forward to next time. Maybe we can get a little more
privacy."
Michael finally realized that he should say something. "Yeah. I'd like
to get together again." He stood, making no effort to hide the bulge in his
pants. "I'm sure I'll be able to convince Ann to have a little romp in the
sack," he continued with something of a grimace on his face.
Clair laughed and dropped the packet on the desk. "If she gives you
trouble, show her these." She blew him a kiss and went out the door with a wide
grin on her face. Things were coming together nicely.
She had no meeting with Richard. She'd just wanted to leave Michael
frustrated. Either he'd be more eager at their next meeting, or he go home and
fuck the shit out of Ann. Clair doubted that Michael's wife was much of a lay,
but it even that was all to the good. It would be much more humiliating for Ann
when she realized that she couldn't compete with Clair sexually.
Ann had had a frustrating several days herself. All day Sunday, she'd
been worked up from the previous nights events. She wanted Michael, but they'd
had a busy day planned and by the time they got into bed, Michael had rolled
over and gone to sleep leaving her, once again, very frustrated. Finally, this
morning, she'd been able to take care of herself. But just lying there and
rubbing her clit in the same way she usually did when she masturbated, proved to
be unsatisfying. She kept remembering the fire in her ass when they'd hit her,
and how her breasts had felt when they were slapped. Finally, desperate to cum,
she started to pull on one of her nipples, pinching and twisting the bud,
driving her short fingernails into it. What finally set her off, was when she
switched hand, and caught the scent of her pussy on her fingers. She found
herself sucking on those wet fingers as she came.
She lay there recovering for a minute, disgusted with herself for
letting go like that. She rose quickly and jumped into the shower, ensuring
that she washed herself thoroughly to remove all trace of her pussy juice. She
was a wife and a mother, and shouldn't even be thinking the disgusting things
that had been going through her head, never mind acting on them!
Michael breezed into the house a bit early. Ann was still making dinner
when he come it. He'd made a stop at the men's room in his building to wash
Clair's scent off his face. He fancied that he could still smell it, but
figured it was just his imagination.
"Honey," Ann said when he walked into the kitchen, "You're home early."
"Just a little. I finished up so I left."
Michael was in no mood for small talk. He wanted sex. Hot, dirty,
sloppy sex. However, all his attempts to interest Ann were ignored. He all but
pulled her into the bedroom, but she resisted, saying that Devon would be home
soon, and she had to finish dinner, and a hundred other excuses. He forgot all
about the invitation to Richard and Clair's until after they'd cleared the
table. When he mentioned it after Devon went upstairs Ann balked.
"No. Michael, please, they make me very uncomfortable."
Michael thought for a moment. He wondered how to play this. Ann didn't
know that he'd been watching the entire time that Clair had been abusing her.
He didn't want her to know that, but he'd looked at the pictures after she left.
They were very clear, and gave a completely skewed view of what had happened the
other night. Somehow, they'd made Ann look like she'd been enjoying herself.
Michael was sure that wasn't true - despite what Richard thought. His wife
didn't even like oral sex, for crying out loud. It was ludicrous to think that
Ann could possibly enjoy anything that had happened.
Michael, however, was still not thinking clearly. Between being
frustrated from his encounter with Clair, and very horny from seeing the
pictures of his dominated, half naked wife, then being refused sex when he got
home, he was determined that Ann would be going to the party.
He decided to show Ann the pictures, and claim that they were being
blackmailed into going to Richard's place. Probably this would completely kill
his chances for sex tonight, so he'd tell her tomorrow.
When they finally got to bed, he tried to get Ann to make love. His
cock was like steel and all he could think about was plowing into her wet pussy.
However, Ann was still feeling guilty, not only from her feelings over the
events on Sat. night, but from her masturbation session this morning. She was
completely unresponsive to Michael and eventually he gave up and went to sleep.
Ann did too, but not for a long time. She wished she hadn't told him no. Her
cunt was soaked and she really needed it filled.
Michael was not in a good mood the next day. He did come up with a plan
for presenting the pictures to Ann though. When he got home, later this time,
he tried to gauge her mood. She seemed alright, but still refused his advances.
That really pissed him off and went they were getting ready for bed, he put his
plan into action.
"Ann," he said, "we have to talk."
"Michael, I'm sorry. I know you want to make love but..."
"This isn't just about that," he said, cutting her off. "It's about a
number of things. First, we are going to dinner on Friday. We don't have any
choice."
"What do you mean we don't have any choice? It's not like they can
force us."
"Actually, they can. And will." He tossed the pictures on the bed. "
Clair came by and gave me these. She strongly suggested that we come to dinner,
especially after I told her you were reluctant."
Ann didn't move. She didn't know what was in the envelope, but she had
a feeling it was nothing good.
"What is in that?"
"Open it and see." He snorted in anger. "Maybe it's why you don't want
to have sex."
Time froze for Ann. Oh God, she thought, what was going on here? In
slow motion her shaking hand reached out for the envelope. She opened it up and
pulled out the pictures. There, in the first picture, in full clear color, was
a picture of her, half naked, with her tongue licking between Linda's ass
cheeks. Numbly, she looked through the rest. She didn't know that Michael
hadn't given her all of them. Just some of the most damning. After the third
picture, they fell from her fingers to the bed. She couldn't breath and reached
for her inhaler.
Michael waited for her to use the medicine and begin breathing again.
Then he said, in a harsh tone of voice, "So, this is why you won't sleep with
me? I can't even get you to give me a simple blowjob and meanwhile you're
fucking around on me. And with women!"
"No! No it wasn't like that..."
"Bullshit! Don't try and tell me that that's not you in those pictures.
So, you'll eat pussy but you won't suck a cock?"
"Michael, no, please that's not what happened!"
"Well it doesn't fucking well matter what happened. They have those
pictures and if we don't go to their place on Friday, they'll be all over
campus."
"Michael, please, let me explain."
"Forget it Ann. And I'll tell you another thing. Either you start
doing for me what you were doing for them, or I'm going to find a good lawyer.
Hell, even without a good lawyer, I could tear you apart in court. So. We're
going to dinner. And you'd better get used to sucking cock as well as that
pussy you seem to like so much."
Of course there were no pictures of Ann sucking pussy. She hadn't done
that. She felt her world crashing down. She could lose everything if Michael
went to court. She might even go to jail! With those pictures, no one would
believe her. Even if she somehow won, her life, her standing in the community,
everything would be destroyed.
"Please Michael, you don't understand. They made me do that. They
ganged up on me and you were nowhere to be found."
Inside, Michael was ecstatic. He'd be able to play this for just about
anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted a blow job, his first since they'd
been married all these years and his first ever from his wife. This was going
to be sweet. He felt the same lust building in him as he'd felt the other night
while watching his wife get dominated and abused.
"Oh right. So it's my fault that you were on your hands and knees
sucking pussy. Well, let me tell you. If you can suck cunt, you can suck dick.
And you're gonna suck mine right now, or I take those pictures and find a
lawyer."
Ann's eyes filled with tears. How could he do this to her? If she lost
him, she'd lose everything! She had no skills, no money of her own. She
depended on him for everything. She'd have nothing if he left her.
Michael was only turned on more by Ann's tears. Watching the women
abuse his wife had opened something up inside him. He wanted to do those things
to her. And he was going to, starting right now with the blow job she was going
to give him. He opened his pants and dropped them and his underwear to the
floor.
"If you can eat pussy, you can suck dick. Now either open your mouth,
or I leave and start thinking about a divorce."
Ann, still not believing that Michael would do this to her, opened her
mouth as Michael aimed the long, red skinned pole at her mouth. She grimaced as
the drooling tip pushed past her lips and Ann began to give her first ever blow
job.
Michael was in heaven as Ann's soft lips closed around his cock for the
first time ever. He got hold of her hair and used it as a handle to control her
head. She wasn't very good at it though, and he had to continually remind her
not to get her teeth in the way. She coughed and gagged a bit when he pushed
too far, but that didn't concern him. He also made sure to tell her that when
he came, he expected her to swallow everything. She tried to speak to plead
with him not to make her swallow his cum but he wasn't listening and in short
order began spraying her mouth with one of the most satisfying cums he'd had in
a long time.
Michael finished spraying the inside of her mouth with his salty seed,
and Ann swallow to keep up with the flow. She wasn't able to and it ran down
her chin, dripping onto her nightshirt.
Michael pulled his softening dick from his wife's reluctant mouth. With
out a word he stepped back, pulled off the rest of his clothes and climbed into
bed. He turned out his bedside lamp and closed his eyes.
Ann sat on the edge of the bed until his light went out. Then she got
up and went into the bathroom, her emotions awash in confusion. Guilt about
what she'd done the other night - even though she'd been forced into it, she
knew that she'd gotten off on thinking about it since then, fear that she'd lose
Michael over the pictures and anger at what he'd just done to her.
She looked at her face in the mirror, then grabbed a tissue to wipe off
the cum on her chin and nightshirt. She tried, as she stood there looking at
the image in the mirror, not to think of the other two emotions running through
her. But she failed.
The first emotion was that of fear, not of losing Michael, but of what
Clair might do to her if, or rather when, they went to dinner there. The other
was the lust that was now raging through her body from what she'd just done.
Her cunt was slick and she could almost smell her arousal. She could have
-should have - used mouthwash to get the taste of sperm out of her mouth. But
she didn't. Instead, she sat on the toilet seat and masturbated quickly and
quietly to orgasm.
When she exited the bathroom, still with out rinsing her mouth and also
without washing her hands, it appeared that Michael was asleep. She quietly
climbed into bed, so not to wake him, and tried to sleep herself. Once again
guilt and arousal, now joined by fear, wracked her mind and it was a lone time
before she fell asleep.
The week passed quickly for Michael. He was visited several times by
Clair, who was delighted to hear that he'd had to use the pictures to get Ann to
agree to dinner, and who also teased the crap out of him whenever possible.
Many times he was able to see her ample cleavage, and one time that she came to
his office, when she'd opened her coat, it was clear she had on no bra. He
was also treated to a number of panty shots and it was usually obvious that they
were wet.. She was always smiling, inviting, but never accommodating enough to
give him what he wanted. Michael was going somewhat crazy. He really wanted
Clair. He also wanted a repeat with Ann, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
He'd really enjoyed dominating her like that, but she'd seemed even more
withdrawn when they were alone. Of course, when Devon was around, she showed no
sign of what had happened Tuesday night.
The week dragged on forever for Ann. She lived in fear that Michael
would get a lawyer after her. However, he showed no sign of doing so. She also
feared that he'd make her give him another blow job. Feared it and wanted it -
badly. She had to keep from masturbating every day, but finally couldn't take
it and locked herself in the bathroom on Thursday afternoon just before everyone
got home and fingered herself to a powerful climax while thoughts of Michael's
cock and Clair's ass filled her head. Finally Friday arrived.
When Clair met them at the door, she gave no indication that she'd seen
Michael several times this week, nor did she give any indication that she knew
they, or at least Ann, was here under duress. She give Michael and Ann both a
light kiss on the cheek as she welcomed them into the house. This confused Ann,
but only started to arouse Michael. He'd been getting kisses all week - and
they weren't little pecks on the cheek either. Seeing how Clair was dressed
didn't help his state of mind either.
She was once again in boots, but these were spike heeled, black leather
that completely covered her calves. She had on a thin, short green skirt and a
green top that was unbuttoned so far that he could see the lace lingerie she
wore underneath it.
Dinner turned out to be a trial for Michael as well. Clair sat next to
him, so that Michael could look at his wife, who sat next to Richard. Her hand
was busy under the table, gripping his hard cock and rubbing it through his
trousers. He had an excellent view of her breasts since her shirt was
unbuttoned so far and he could see through the side. But the thing that made
him almost cum in his pants was very subtle, but very nasty.
At one point, when she was sure she had his attention, she put one hand
under the table. He tensed, sure that she was, once again, going for his cock.
Instead, a few seconds later, her hand immerged and he saw that two fingers were
soaked with creamy liquid. She looked at him and smiled, then licked what he
was sure was her own juices, off her fingers.
For Ann, dinner, while the food was excellent, was torture. She kept
wondering when and if Richard and Clair were going to bring up the party or the
pictures. Neither of them said a word about it, and Ann certainly wasn't
going to bring it up. But even though Clair said nothing to her, she did look
at Ann a number of times. And those looks caused Ann's stomach to clench enough
that she wasn't even able to finish her dinner. At times she felt almost dizzy
with fear. When she got up to use the bathroom though, she found her panties
were sopping wet.
When dinner was over, the men decided to retire to the den to shoot some
snookers. Ann wanted to stay with Michael, silently hoping he'd protect her
from Clair.
"Nonsense," said Richard, "you girls go off and have a good time."
Ann went, following a glowing Clair who wanted to show her some clothing
she'd recently purchased.
"Did you like the shoes that I was wearing the other night?" Smirked
Clair as they walked upstairs.
Ann said nothing, and just blushed. Every time she'd masturbated
visions of Clair in her sheer black stockings and high heels ran through her
mind. She wished, while in the throes of passion, that the other woman had made
her continue to lick her way up... all the way to the panties that covered...
Quickly, Ann changed her line of thought. She was a married, respectable
mother, and this woman was not going to change that.
Of course, Ann was also trying to forget the visions she'd had of
Michael forcefully fucking her in her mouth, cunt or both. It seemed that
either one or the other was a fantasy that got her off big time.
"Well," said Clair as she opened the door to a large room, "I have some
things that I'd love to see you in." Stopping she turned and faced Ann, fixing
her with a steely look and said, "I know that you won't give me any trouble
tonight, will you?"
Ann, her fears now coming to life didn't know what to do. What was
Clair going to do to her? Was there any way to stop the woman?
"C...Clair, please. I want to go back downstairs." Her eyes were
brimming with tears and her breathing began to get a bit labored. "I... I need
my inhaler."
"I'm sure you'll be able to get along with out it. Besides, we don't
want to bother the men now do we? Who knows what topics we might end up
discussing if we're all down there together. Perhaps something like how to
present certain types of pictures?"
Clair's grin was very wide now and from the look on Ann's face, she knew
she had her. "Now there are several pieces of clothing that I'd love to see you
in. So why don't you strip?"
"What? You want me to take off my clothes?"
"Of course dear. You can't very well try on anything else while your
still wearing those rags now can you?"
Clair's nasty grin almost made Ann want to faint.
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