M/ff , nc, cons, humil, blackml

Cornered
By Odie


Julie looked in all directions hoping she wasn’t noticed as she walked up to the yellow and brown ugly bungalow that everyone in the neighbourhood wished would burn to the ground as it pulled down the values of the whole area with its dried out lawn, peeling and chipped paint and general look of disarray amidst green splendour all around. It was early afternoon in mid-May. The birds were chirping, the sun shining and winter had finally let go of its grip. She wore a knee length skirt, sheer stockings, high heels and a low cut blouse that revealed the swell of perfect breasts squished in an undersized half bra that she hated. She felt like one of those perky plastic pasted on smiling TV models out of the fifties. But she had her marching orders. It was twenty minutes ago that the call came in. Call display told her who it was and she wanted more than anything not to pick it up but she knew that he knew she was home. He would try a second time exactly three minutes later to the second and if she didn’t pick up things were going to get ugly to use his words.

She cursed herself for being such a fool and letting this sorry excuse for a human being manipulate her into being his personal toy. Until she could figure a way out of this she would have no choice but to do as she was told – if her husband Jack ever found out, a marriage that had lasted seven years that she had always described as near perfect would turn to ashes before her very eyes – she wasn’t about to let that happen no matter what. After a handful of years of marital bliss they had finally talked about having children. They were both in complete agreement and happier than ever until... well let’s just say that Mr. Bungalow Boy, Maxwell Foster, had put an abrupt end to that dream at least for now. He promised to think about it in a few months but the last thing he wanted was her pregnant. He enjoyed her thirty-one year old body just the way it was. It had been tricky trying to come up with an excuse to delay Jack and bring him down softly about the change of heart of having kids. An upswing in her interior decorating business that had taken forever to get started was the excuse she used although she hated deceiving Jack. When she threw off-the-cuff unrealistic estimates of potential income Jack had immediately seen the advantage of waiting a bit in the interests of long term financial security. When he had asked if they could still practice she had just laughed but really wanted to cry. She had held in the tears as he hugged her and groped her nicely rounded backside in an urgent manner with both hands.

Sighing and resigned to her fate Julie the five foot five beautiful green-eyed blonde knocked on the door softly hoping he wouldn’t hear but she heard the unmistakable yell.

"It’s about fucking time! Hurry! I’m in the office," he yelled impatiently.

She let herself in and made her way to the windowless basement office he had put in a year ago. It was drab and smelled faintly of beer and cigar. She stood in the entranceway staring at the slippery erection he held tightly in his left hand. He was naked from the waist down sitting on a bath towel on the edge of his swivel office chair a hardcore porno clip repeating itself on the screen. For a small overweight single man in his mid-forties, Max Emerson was well-endowed. His erection was as long as twice the width of his hand and stood out obscenely with a grotesque penile head as a result of a botched circumcision when he was a child. The sight of it and him sent shivers down her spine.

"Well! Dammit! What are you waiting for? Get your pretty ass over here."

He wheeled his chair back a few feet to give her space between his legs as he continued staring at the replayed scene. Snapping to attention she moved as commanded enduring a swift slap to her backside and chuckle as she passed. Moving into position she dropped to her knees as he released his erection. As she reached for it he interrupted her.

"Come on, come on! The top… unbutton a few will ya. Do I have to tell you every time?"

She unbuttoned two buttons of her tight blouse opening her top to mid-breast level. Spreading her legs in a kneeling position she peeled the sheer panties aside to reveal her shaved pussy. Though he couldn’t see it from his position it was part of the ritual.

"Much better!" he added admiringly.

Grabbing hold of him with one hand she licked the length up and down a few times like a lollipop before swirling her tongue around the abnormal penile crown that looked as if it had gone through a meat grinder. Alternating she mouthed his wrinkled testicles before licking the length again and again. Minutes passed. Reading his sounds she opened her mouth wide and lowered her head taking about three-quarter of the sticky length closing her mouth firmly around it in a tight vacuum before releasing it her tongue floating over the opening at its tip. He had berated her at first believing she could take it all but it was clear she couldn’t. Leaning back he cranked up the volume on the video clip as she began the chore of sucking him as he had taught her.
With her free hand she stroked two fingers in and out of an opening that was becoming wetter by the second. He told her that he had better hear the sounds of wet pussy or else. She moaned around the cock that filled her mouth as if she were enjoying it as much as he – again part of the ritual.

"Oh you fucking beautiful cunt!" he growled stroking her cheek like a loving pet as his hips arched upward fucking her mouth.

The sounds of her mouth sliding wetly over his hardness, the squishy sounds her fingers made as they slithered in and out of her wet pussy together with her own moans and those of the porn starlet on the computer screen began to do the trick. He groaned loudly signalling he was close. Pulling her hand from her pussy she scrambled to undo the rest of the buttons of her blouse yanking down the half bra. Her full round near perfect breasts bounced free their dusk colored rose nipples puffy from her masturbation. Seizing the hardened nipples he yelled as loud as he could which always unnerved her as he erupted deep into her throat. Relaxing her throat as he had taught her prevented her from strangling as gush after gush of thick semen slid into her stomach like oysters from a newly opened shell.

Minutes passed but she kept at it sucking him softly, gently waiting his breathing to return to normal as her fingers returned between her legs. Trying as she did every time not to feel anything her own fingers had made her as horny as ever as he knew it would. Her nipples were tender to the touch as he pulled lightly at them stoking her flame. Feeling the odd pulse she knew his erection was returning to life as it always did. The man was insatiable. He coughed lightly – the signal to move on. She pulled her mouth from him and stood on shaky legs the tops of her stockings wet from her own secretions, her breasts bobbing invitingly. Smiling he put his hand around her waist and pulled her to him capturing half of one breast then the other sucking her softly yet firmly. Her hand continued to play between her legs. She was not to stop until instructed otherwise. She moaned on cue feeling the bloated hardness brush dangerously close to her thick-lipped wet pussy. Reaching down she took a firm hold of him and spreading her legs used the thick head like a brush running it through her opening from clitoris to opening back and forth twitching with each clitoral contact. Up and down and up and down some more she made the lewd contact her pussy dripping copious amounts of juice. She would pay a price if she didn’t perform to the best of her ability.

Releasing her nipples that sprung back invitingly he put his hands on her hip and moved her gently backward until her buttocks bumped into the desk top. The grotesque beady-eyed fat man looked at her like a prized possession admiring the site before him. He grasped his growing erection with his right hand and began to stroke himself as he stared and looked her up and down.

Even though she hated being there Julie presented a tempting sight. Her heavily lip-sticked coated lips were open partway as she fought to control the building desires. With her hands on the desktop supporting her she felt the pain of having her painfully pushed upward by the bra that had caught underneath the generous mounds. Her nipples were rigid and pointed at the seated man. He admired her beautiful legs, delicate feet and ankles, hips and everything about her. The line of perspiration on her forehead and bouncing curly blonde near shoulder length hair made her appear like an animal in heat. How he enjoyed her.

"Boris wants to see his wet sticky friend Natasha!’ he said using the Russian spy names from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon series to refer to penis and pussy.

Knowing the futility of protesting she edged back and pulled herself onto the edge of the desktop raising her right leg and placing it on the edge of his chair and lifting the skirt above her waist spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Leaning forward he stared hungrily between her legs. A strip of her panties had been pulled aside to reveal a glistening pussy that flowered open invitingly. The outer lips were puffy pushed aside as the inner petals thrust obscenely outward as if an overripe fruit. The hood of her vagina had been forced open by her clitoral protrusion.
Reaching down she grasped both outer edges applying pressure to open further. He watched as the dark hole became visible fluted by inner flanges beckoning him. He stroked himself with long slow base to crown movement. Clear liquid oozed steadily from the abnormal head. It has taken awhile for her to get used to displaying herself like this but he would have it no other way.

"Boris is drooling for Natasha!" he said matter-of-factly.

Taking her cue she tensed her muscles as he had taught her. How she hated him.

Her buttocks clenched as he watched her opening fill with flesh from deep inside then retreat – back and forth. Her pussy opening looked like a fish struggling for air. A slight cough from him reminded her and she strummed her clitoris as she continued to flaunt her most private flesh to him. The room was filled with the heavy breathing of the two as their excitement grew by leaps and bounds.

"See Boris! Natasha’s drooling for you too!"

Julie could feel it. With each thrust forward her secretions were pushed out. A steady line of her own juices were flowing dripping lustily from her hole. Her clitoris grew larger as she continued to strum at it. She could feel the rapidly approaching climax as she shut her eyes letting the feelings carry her away from here. Suddenly she felt it – he was on his feet moving quickly he inserted himself and pushed until it could go no further. She inhaled sharply but couldn’t stop the runaway train of her own passion. She encircled him with her arms as he withdrew only to slam back in. "Hmmmm..." she moaned as she lost control.

His mouth covered hers as he felt her pussy grip him tightly. Their tongues mashed together as her orgasm hit. Angling his hips he quickly found her G-spot pounding it relentlessly. "Oh Godddd..." she moaned into his mouth as a second wave or orgasm hit her hard. Moving his hands to her hips he slammed in mercifully shaking the desk with each brutal thrust. Her breasts rolled on her chest at the pounding. Without any urging she wrapped her legs around him as he continued his assault fucking her with hard thrusts over and over. She leaned back basking in the sensations as she received the fucking her body so much enjoyed building to another release. His hands left her hips and grabbed viciously at her full breasts unable to completely contain them as he sped up. She wanted to yell for him to wait but held back.

"Aghhhhh..." he groaned loudly as he stiffened. Hard spray hit her deep again and again until it backed up oozing between their lewd connection onto the floor, Her eyes rolled back into her head as the feelings grew and her final orgasm hit her. His mouth covered hers a second time as their mutual fucking slowed until they came to a stop. Boris was deep and reluctant to leave. She had never had multiple orgasms until Max, a thought that scared her.

Pulling his mouth from hers he stared into her eyes their lewd connection unbroken.

"Boy Mrs. Wilcox you can really fuck! I always wondered about you and now I know for sure. See what a little encouragement will do! I bet you wouldn’t have given a guy like me a second look in high school yet here I am fucking the crap out of you and you love it!" he giggled at his own taunting.

"You know maybe we should put you on the internet – you know make a couple of video clips!"

She looked shocked.

"We could hide your face so no one would know it was you."

"Please no. You can’t! I’ll do whatever you want if...".

He grinned. "Just an idea maybe for later...you know. Listen as long as you don’t disappoint me then we don’t have to discuss it for now. Alright?" he added appearing conciliatory something that she knew was out of character.

Clenching her buttocks she delivered a series of deep vaginal squeezes. He smiled ear to ear.

"You just keep doing things like that and I’ll keep you all to myself. She missed the hidden meaning as he slowly withdrew watching carefully as each shrinking inch pulled from her clasping sheath which seemed reluctant to let go. When he popped out a thick stream of mixed juices flowed to the floor like a milky waterfall. She kept still as he stared at the sight she knew he enjoyed.

"Now I think we both need to shower don’t we?"

Taking her by the hand he led her upstairs to the master bedroom. She first undressed him then he undressed her. He hugged her body to his alongside his new king size bed. She shuddered as she felt the hardness return once again convinced he must be using some form of pill – she silently cursed the pharmaceutical industry.

He turned around and walked in reverse slowly towards the massive stand-up shower. Sighing she followed moving close until his penis slid halfway into her. As he backed up she adjusted to keep the connection just the way he liked it. When they reached the bathroom he forced her into the wall and fucked her with long slow strokes for a minute as he kissed her and fondled her breasts. Finally pulling out he led her into the shower after adjusting the water. Grabbing her wrists he had her face the wall extending her hands high, ass tilted back as he entered her from behind. He slowly fucked her watching her buttocks tremble with each thrust as his hands pulled at her defenceless breasts. Within minutes she was moaning, her pussy clenching and unclenching as his hands explored every inch of her. He fucked her with deep slow strokes he knew she enjoyed then sped up as he felt her losing control only to then pull out leaving her panting. Turning her around he had her sit down on a built in seat the water streaming over the two of them. Spreading her legs wide he dropped to his knees pulling her pussy wide. She held her breath in anticipation as he lowered his head sucking, licking and tongue fucking her as his hands massaged her breasts. Her mouth opened wide as she futilely struggled for control. Lost in the sensations she rolled her hips increasing the contact. Every inch of her pussy was attacked but she stopped herself from grabbing his head and pulling him in harder. Pushing harder he mouthed and tongue-fucked her. She began to moan. She was close. With one last lick from anus to clitoris that made her shiver he stood up releasing her and backed into a glass wall spreading his legs and smiling at her. On cue she got to her feet and moved to him grasping his hardness in one hand and guiding it into her. She groaned as she pushed forward impaling herself on the biggest cock she had ever had. Moving her hands she cupped his face and kissed him deeply as her hips moved back and forth, slow at first then faster and faster as she fucked him with everything she had. He kept his hands to the side intent on letting her do it all for now. She stood on her tip toes and angled down again and again until she groaned out a pussy clenching release as another orgasm rocked her. Her thrusts slowed as the feeling washed over her. She was nearing exhaustion but knew her place – it wasn’t over yet. With slow half thrusts she kept fucking the immobile man wondering for the hundredth time how he could last so long. Men she had been with before she married had trouble lasting a few minutes and rarely did one succeed in fucking her to orgasm. Even her husband had his difficulty but this creature seemed to have mastered the art.

Suddenly she felt his hands on her hips pushing her away until his penis slipped from her stretched hole. "We’re losing the hot water," he said, "we’ll continue in the other room." She nodded dejectedly.

A little more than an hour later Julie left his home. Her pussy still tingled from the excess attention and she wondered if her opening would ever fully return to normal. He was creative she would give him that and in other circumstances she would never let a man tell her what to do. After they had left the shower a sensual towelling off took place followed by endless minutes in the sixty-nine position with her on top. She could still taste him. He then put on some music and had her dance in high heels before making her masturbate using a very small dildo he had her purchase. No matter how she had tried it was too small to heat her up sufficiently which was sure is exactly what he wanted. The frustration on her face which she thought she had hidden made him grin obscenely. Then back to the dancing except this time a lap dance where she was forced to bend at the waist pushing her bottom at him with her legs spread wide enough for him to get an unobstructed view of her hanging pussy as he liked to call it. She was made to impale herself again from that position on an erection that had returned like a fury. She had swivelled her hips like a pro taking his full length with each slowed thrust. When she was closing in on another orgasm he would push her away and make her dance again then play with the small dildo alternating each thing she did to get her as horny as possible to the point she was ready to beg. It was the one thing she held onto – a last shred of dignity which she refused to give him. The sexual torture had lasted well over an hour when he got to his feet and ordered her on her back on the bed.

"Finally!" she had thought as his body covered hers and he entered her with some urgency. Touching her knee was the signal to wrap her legs around him. She complied and the fucking began. The bed creaked and groaned as they moaned and groaned throughout until she came like never before yelling for so long that she struggled to get air afterwards. Still he hadn’t cum but this time he pulled out a strained almost pained look on his face as he held on to his cock that seemed to swell before her very eyes. Moments later it erupted spraying her from pelvis to her beautiful face with ropy semen covering her with sticky residue. Groaning and mouthing incoherent obscenities he reached down and pinched the base of his cock before plunging back into her. She felt two pulses and a liquid spray deep. She couldn’t believe how one man could have so much semen.

"Aghhhh...there you go," he whispered out of breath, "something to take home to remember me by until next time." Then he collapsed on top of her and immediately fell asleep. She thought at first he had had a heart attack and died but no luck. She tried to roll him off her but he was just too heavy. The feeling of his softening penis still buried between her legs was disconcerting. She just wanted to go home. Fifteen minutes or so later he rolled to the side still fast asleep with his skin peeling from hers where the glue-like semen had bonded them together. She slid off the bed in total disgust at the mess. She thought about sneaking out and showering at home but she worried about bumping into someone. She was sure she smelled like a whorehouse and couldn’t afford to have anyone find out about her predicament. She padded softly into the bathroom, closed the door and turned the water on. It was cool but she didn’t care as she stepped in. She quickly and quietly dried off and dressed with clean clothes he had her keep in his home for just such an occasion. She knew he wouldn’t be happy about her walking out while he was asleep but she decided to take the chance. What more could he do to her, she thought unaware of the range of his creativity.

Leaving the house and closing the front door as quietly as possible she walked quickly along the walkway turned the corner while looking back only to run headlong into bachelorette Mary Williams, the perky long-legged blonde, walking her annoying yappy poodle FeeFee of all names.

"Why hi Julie! How have you been?" she asked with a hint of suspicion looking from her to the house she had just come from.

"Oh fine just fine Mary!" she answered hurriedly patting down her skirt as if exchanging a few words in passing but Mary didn’t take the bait.

"Haven’t seen you in a while. You been busy?"

FeeFee had taken a keen interest in the scents she was picking up from Julie and was frantically sniffing at her feet. She resisted as Mary attempted to pull her away, "stop that girl!"

Julie tried to step back but FeeFee wasn’t about to be deterred as she stuck close pressing her cold nose to Julie’s knee and panting.

"Yah well you know. I’ve got my interior decorating business up and running. It’s keeping me hopping," she said trying to keep the tremor from her voice.

"Oh! That explains what you were doing at the hobbit’s house!"

"The who?"

"The hobbit. That’s what most of the ladies call him although it could be much worse. He creeps us all out the way he looks and the way he stares at us. He doesn’t bother you at all?"

Julie didn’t know how to respond. She felt a little upset and relieved at the same time.

"Beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to business," she replied thinking quickly.

"I suppose," she said pulling on the leash again as FeeFee intensified her efforts adding a jerky hip movement that resembled... "for God’s sake FeeFee what the hell are you doing?" she apologized profusely nearly strangling the dog as she pulled her away amid a series of whines and whimpers. "I just don’t know what has gotten into her. She never acts like that! I better get her back home before this gets out of hand," she added turning red as she hustled the dog away.

"Bye Mary!" Julie said feeling a mixture of shame and relief. For some reason Mary Williams also gave her the creeps. She seemed to eyeball in some ways like Max but she thought she was just being paranoid.

As she turned to continue on her way she glanced back at the house one last time. Max stood in the picture window in a house robe that he had just opened. Smiling he held up a long penis that was getting longer by the moment. Julie’s mouth opened in a shocked "O" until Max waved goodbye with his free hand. Feeling her cheeks heat up she turned racing for home.

From inside the house Max watched her go. He grinned at the way she walked – she looked as if she had been out horse-back riding for a couple of hours.

"You’re a lucky man Max," he told himself, "she’s a firecracker that one with one helluva body."

As he had watched the two women talking he had appraised Mary Williams – a willowy blue-eyed brunette with long legs, generous backside and firm pointy breasts although not near as big as Julie Wilcox. He wouldn’t mind getting his hands on her too. He began to imagine the two of them under his command – the things he could do to them both or better yet have them do to each other. Pictures filled his mind and his erection pulsed dangerously.

"Guess it’s up to me Boris. Natasha’s gone home but don’t worry she’ll be back if she knows what’s good for her. You’ll be poking your big ugly nose where it desn’t belong soon." He wondered back into his office searching through his video clip collection for the one that looked like Mary Williams.

A month earlier...

Max’s physical features had virtually assured women would run in the opposite direction and as a result he saw the pursuit much like a hunt or conquest rather than a mutual exchange between people drawn to each other. In his case he needed leverage to use as coercion to get what he wanted. He therefore was a master opportunist always on the lookout for some advantage he could use. That was how he had snared Julie Wilcox and believed that with her help he could snare Mary Williams as well. His imagination and creativity were already running on high as he envisioned what he would do with two beautiful women at his disposal.

It was the second week in April when he decided to take a morning stroll. He had watched, with considerable interest, Julie Wilcox’s husband Jack loading luggage into a taxi the previous evening and had learned that he would be attending a conference for few days returning at the end of that week. With camera in hand and with plenty of foliage to provide cover in the "green" neighbourhood Max had found himself alongside the Wilcox home hoping to catch something – anything of value he could use.

Unbeknownst to Max, Julie, for old time’s sake, had recently been maintaining e-mail contact with an ex-boyfriend, Derek Peterson – her last before she married Jack. She had taken a taxi and agreed to meet him at the local mall for coffee. She knew the risks but wanted nothing more than to speak to the man who had been one of her lovers and best friend for almost a year before she had met Jack and fallen head over heels. Derek had crashed the wedding, gotten rather drunk and had made some loud lewd remarks about her. Jack had attacked him and had beaten him rather badly in his inebriated state. Three months later Derek had sought Jack out confronting him and again a fist fight took place but this time Jack took the brunt of it. The police were called in and both men arrested. Julie bailed her husband out and not knowing the facts had quietly apologized to Derek through the bars. She had also left money for his bail – she never told Jack about that. Needless to say the two men were mortal enemies. She had honestly hoped that the two would be friends but that was an impossibility given their history.

The two ex-lovers had talked for well over an hour and everything was going extremely well. It had been nice to talk to him. Being proud of her new home and Jack’s absence she invited Derek to see her home thinking nothing of it. Beaming the couple left in his new corvette. When they pulled into the driveway Max snapped off a couple of pictures just as they were exiting the car. Both of their faces were visible and they had been looking at each other smiling. To a casual observer the inclination to draw an inference that something was going on was high. Even Max was surprised believing Julie to be type of person who was extremely faithful. As they entered the house Derek had grabbed onto her hand and she had turned back and smiled but had pulled her hand away a second later. Max had managed to capture that solitary moment when their hands were joined with her smiling almost affectionately at him. Max had smiled greedily as he wondered around the home to get a better vantage point as they disappeared into the house. He watched from a small side window as they sat apart from each other carrying on a conversation. Julie rose and wandered into the kitchen at one point returning with cups of coffee but it was Derek’s reaction to her leaving that peaked Max’s curiosity. Dressed in a knee length skirt and tight blouse showing ample cleavage Julie had presented quite a picture. Derek had tilted his head sideways as if hoping to catch a glimpse under her skirt when her back was to him. Then cupping his crotch he shook his head as if to say,

"Oh man!" or something to that effect.

When she returned the conversation continued with nothing unusual happening until Derek got to his feet while looking at his watch. Clearly he had someplace else to be. Julie walked him to the door. A few more words were exchanged and she reached to hug him. Derek hugged back stretching his tall lean body fully against her before reaching down to kiss her. Max’s camera went into action as they kissed passionately for a moment. It was when one of his hands wandered to her buttocks lingering for a moment before Julie broke apart from him anger etched on her face and yelling that even Max could make out through the walls. Derek tried to hug her again but she screamed louder and pulled open the door so hard that the small window mounted at the top cracked. Shrugging his shoulders he had walked out and driven away. Julie had retreated to the couch and dropped her head into her hands crying for a few minutes before she left the room. Max was ecstatic. The pictures he had taken would tell a completely different story. The game was on.

Over the next few weeks Julie had carefully covered her tracks believing no one the wiser until a courier-delivered envelope appeared with copies of pictures that suggested a sordid tale when there was none. Through careful manipulation, plenty of tears, screams and threats Julie had succumbed to Max’s blackmail and was now firmly in his hands. He had left her with the empty promise that he would release her in the near future as long as she was compliant. Poor behaviour would result in weeks added to her sentence. It wasn’t long before she realized the futility of resisting and did whatever he asked without question. She had warned Max that if anyone found out then there was no reason for her to continue obeying his every command. That was the only time Max had relented agreeing that all precaution would be taken to protect her reputation but that he would not stand for any game playing on her part. She agreed to behave as long as Max kept it quiet.

It was early evening and Max was watching his favourite show when the doorbell rang. Swearing at the interruption he put down the beer bottle alongside four other empties and waddled to the door. He quickly peered through the window and smiled broadly as he opened the door wide to Julie dressed in a business suit of a dark jacket, white blouse and dark pleated skirt. She was carrying a leather brief case.

"My, my! Do come in," he beckoned staring as she walked in of her own free will.

"Aren’t you going to ask me to sit down?"

"Certainly, certainly," he said eyeing her bare legs.

The look of delight on his face made her a little nervous but she continued.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"It’s not what you think," she said quickly her cheeks flaming.

"Don’t be so quick, we have..."

"Listen Max, Jack is outside talking to the neighbours. He knows I’m here!"

For a moment Max felt faint fearing a set-up but he quickly gained his composure. He strode to the window and confirmed that her husband and a few others were in fact talking about something at the end of their driveway. He also noted that Jack couldn’t see into his house from his position.

"Well...," he said.

Placing the briefcase on her lap she clicked the latches open and removed a one inch binder. For a moment Max had feared she would pull a weapon. It wouldn’t have been the first time for him. Closing the briefcase she looked at him, "the other day when I bumped into Mary Williams it occurred to me that things could get uncomfortable for us both unless I had some legitimate reason to come over here."

"And...," Max said impatiently.

"Well...since I just recently started an interior decorating business and you have an urgent need for interior and exterior decorating I thought we could come to a business arrangement."

"Interesting," he began as he stood up and began to pace.

"Well! What do you think?" she asked.

Turning around slowly he smiled, "I like it but let’s get one thing straight. This doesn’t change our other arrangement. You understand?"

She nodded. "But it will reduce the off-chance of that arrangement coming to an end...".
"...and we both wouldn’t want that now would we?"

She kept silent.

"Good girl! Alright then you can show me your ideas."

Smiling she opened the binder and began to explain until he interrupted her.

"Just to make sure you do understand I’d like you to unbutton that blouse of yours."

With a look of anger that she quickly controlled she put down the binder and unbuttoned her blouse revealing her bra-encased breasts. She began again.

"You can lose that bra as well! I’m sure there’s plenty of room for it in your briefcase."

He watched as she obeyed without comment depositing the garment in her case. Her breasts bobbed freely the nipples already hard in the cool air. Reaching over he captured each tip with his fingers twirling and pulling on them while enjoying how her breasts shook at his manipulation.

"Max can we please get on with it."

"Certainly," he said releasing her and leaning back. But he interrupted her again.

"You know the view could be a little better."

Looking puzzled she realized what he wanted and was about to protest when she realized that he would add another couple of weeks to her "sentence".

"F-I-N-E!" she said angrily pulling up her skirt and rolling her sheer panties down her long legs, off the ends of her high heels and into the briefcase alongside her bra. Without having to be told she spread her legs as wide as she could until she felt herself pop open. She began to talk again trying desperately to pretend it wasn’t real.
For the third time he interrupted. "Now what Max? A blowjob would ruin my lipstick," she added sarcastically.

Max laughed heartily. "You’re something special Mrs. Wilcox but I was just noticing that Natasha is a little on the dry side. You can either scoot on over here so I can help her out myself or you can give her a hand...or should I say finger." He laughed again.

She said something under her breath Max couldn’t make out.

"That’ll cost you an extra week," he said, "now where were we?"

Sighing Julie dropped a hand between her legs and began to rub herself angry that she let him get to her. "Only three months and two weeks left, make that three weeks" she thought. She pushed a finger in and began sawing it in and out. Minutes later as she told of her plans the wet slurping sound started to fill the room as her pussy drooled.

Ten minutes later she was having difficulty concentrating. Max loved it. "Finish yourself off," he ordered, "then we’ll finish our business arrangements."

Julie sat back into the sofa chair and spreading her legs wide began to aggressively masturbate with one hand sawing three fingers in and out her mouth wide open and eyes closed. Her other hand pulled and roughly groped her heaving breasts.

"What a fucking sight!" Max thought knowing to stay quiet not to disturb her. If only she knew how many men would pay to see this. Little did she know that he had secreted cameras throughout the house and had accumulated a small growing library of "Julie’s best." He hoped that the camera angle was good tonight. He knew he would be replaying this one more than a few times.

Unzipping Max pulled his huge erection out and began to stroke himself as he watched her get closer and closer. She began to moan and groan louder and louder throwing in a few grunts to harder thrusts from her hand as she pulled viciously at the tip of her right breast. Max’s passion rose with hers as he felt himself getting closer. In a thick low voice she growled out an orgasm as her thrusting hips almost caused her to lose balance. Max erupted at the same time spurting a small geyser straight up. Julie continued to slowly fuck herself with her fingers as she came down from the high until she realized where she was her eyes flying open. She was tempted to close her legs but she didn’t want another week added. That’s when she noticed the mess in his lap and his own breathing returning to normal. He nodded at her and she removed her hand exposing her dripping crotch thick white liquid coating her opening. She pulled her blouse wide open as it had partially closed but she was careful not to dirty her clothes with her wet sticky hand. Max leaned forward and Julie instinctively shuddered. Reaching down she pushed a finger deep into her opening and withdrew a dripping finger. Julie pushed her wet finger into his wide open mouth which closed on it sucking it clean. "Hmmmm..." he moaned. "You should bottle that stuff. You’d make a fortune!"

Keeping the look of disgust off her face she opened her mouth and he scooped his semen up holding it in front of her. Tentatively she licked his hand clean making sure he saw her swallow. How he loved to torment her. Pulling away he noticed a globule of semen that had landed on her binder. He motioned to it. Doing everything to keep it together she scooped up the mess and was about to lick it from her hand when he said, "not there!"

Nodding she carefully pushed the globule into her opening her fingers pushed as far as they could go. When she removed her hand she held it up for inspection – it was clean. He smiled excitedly. He let her continue her presentation but did not allow her to clean herself. He loved watching her squirm as the mess dried and stuck to her. He knew she would jump in the shower as soon as she got home. He was tempted to let her go home without the underwear but thought better of it. He didn’t want to risk losing his plaything and there were too many neighbours around so he told her she could wash up and put them back on. She was grateful for that small dignity unaware of his selfish personal motivation.

Sometime later he watched as she left his house after another shameful exhibition. He wondered if he could really let her go. "Three and half months to answer that question," he said to himself knowing that he could easily add more time if he tried. He headed for the hidden camera then to the projector room in the basement. A twenty minute clip – one of his best. He thought again about uploading it to the internet.

The following day…

Max began searching the internet using law enforcement protocols he had learned from his years as a private detective. He had squirreled away a sizable sum of money he had stolen from some very dangerous people and had been laying low for two years waiting for an opportunity for things to quiet down and for the contract killers to give up so he could head to the pacific islands and live in splendour but for now he needed to keep a low profile. Even the planned interior decorating project had to be economical. He couldn’t afford to begin to flash money around. It would be extremely dangerous.

Slowly his internet searches into Mary Williams began to yield bits and pieces that at first didn’t make any sense. A few well-placed phone calls to law enforcement from some of his untraceable remaining cells filled in the missing pieces.

He sat back in his office chair staring at the screen.

"Son of a bitch!" he said knowingly, "who would have thought?"

Max picked up the phone and dialled.

"Hello!" a female voice replied.

"Hi Cindy, is Mary around?"

"Sure wait a minute. I’ll get her."

A moment later Mary Williams came on the line, "hello?"

"Why hello Mary. This is Max from down the street."

"I know who you are. What do you want?"

"I think we need to have a little chat – just you and I!"

Silence…

"You still there Mary? By the way I wouldn’t even think about hanging up or else the next call might be from someone you really don’t want to hear from. You get my drift?"

Silence…

"I’m at home right now. Why don’t you come on over. You have ten minutes…oh and don’t think about telling or bringing your little girlfriend there. Understand?"

"Yes I do!"

"Good! See you in a few minutes!"

Max hung up the phone feeling his excitement building. He stroked himself.

Eight minutes later the doorbell rang. Max shouted for her to come on in.

Mary opened the door and walked into the house.

"Follow me!" he ordered.

"I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about."

Smiling Max said, "you want to know what I know. Alright! I can play that little game. Now let’s see…where do I begin Anne?"

Mary’s face dropped.

Max grinned obscenely. "Anne Marshall! You were a high school physical education instructor at an all girl’s school in South Dakota until a year and a half ago. How am I doing so far?"

Mary had to sit down. She felt faint.

"Seems that you couldn’t keep your pretty hands off of your charges now could you? I believe that another teacher caught you giving another pretty thing a real tongue lashing. In fact I believe you were both tongue lashing each other weren’t you?"

She looked up with anger and tears in her eyes.

"You somehow managed to arrange bail and disappeared. You don’t look at all like the news photos though!"

"What do you want you bastard?"

"Why Mary I would think you wouldn’t wish to anger me considering your life could take a dramatic turn if I were to make one simple phone call."

Standing she stared at him. "What makes you think I would let you do that?"

"Please Mary all I want to do is be friends and I believe I can help you get something you have wanted for quite some time."

Sitting back down she waited, "I’m listening."

Max explained how Julie Wilcox had come to be his to do with as he wished. She asked how but Max refused to give details.

"I don’t believe you."

"And if I were to show you firsthand and it proved to be true would then consider being my friend?"

Mary had a look of hunger on her face as she thought about it. "What would you want me to do?"

"You’re a pretty thing Mary so let’s begin with you allowing me to do anything I want to you – anything at all?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"That’s the spirit but remember that in the process you get to do anything to her."

Mary’s eyes lit up. "I believe you have yourself a deal assuming it’s true."

"Let’s sign the little deal right now!" Max offered unzipping.

Mary shuddered as Max released Boris who stood at full attention. Sighing Mary dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. Many minutes later she pulled away rubbing her cheeks which had become quite sore. She stared at the erect penis wondering why he hadn’t come.

Max laughed. "Not enough practice Mary now bend over and get ready. She removed her underwear, pulled up her skirt and remained on hands and knees as Max moved behind her. "Lovely ass Mary," he added as he lined himself up and pushed inside her dry opening. Reaching around he stimulated her clitoris until she lubricated allowing his hardness to slide nicely in and out. Holding her hips tightly he set to work using every skill he had but nothing worked. She just knelt there accepting the forced coupling.

"Ah fuck it!" he yelled much later as he began to pound the emotionless woman. He wanted to hurt her for not responding. His hands slid under her bra grasping at her full breasts as he forced himself deep. A wiggle or two and fake moan from her brought him over the edge as he emptied into her. Grimacing with pain but satisfaction for the small defeat Mary pulled herself away from him, rose to her feet and sat back down.

Max pulled himself together. "You’re one cold bitch Mary Williams!"

"I’ll take that as a compliment," she said. They stared hard at each other until cracks appeared and they began to laugh.

"I can’t wait to see what you’ll do to Mrs. Wilcox!" he said.

Mary smiled for the first time as she felt her pussy clench with thoughts of her beautiful neighbour.

Two days later…

Mary and her friend Cindy hid in a closet, the door cracked open enough to see the action.

Max sat on the edge of the bed dictating to Julie Wilcox who was gyrating in her bra, panties and hi-heel shoes as Max sat naked stroking his hardness.

"Don’t forget Boris," he warned.

Julie danced alongside him stroking his big cock with one hand with the other buried in her panties as she fingered herself.

The second song came to an end and Max ordered her to remove her panties and drop to her knees to pay homage to Boris. Changing position he had her positioned so that her ass and pussy were visibly displayed to the two lesbians mere feet away.

He winked in their direction as she slurped and sucked noisily just the way he liked it.

Mary and Cindy watched mesmerized at the beautiful blonde they had watched and desired for so long kneeling mere feet away unknowingly displaying herself to the two lesbians who hungered for her. They began to fondle each other as their passions rose. Mary wondered whether Max would live up to his bargain when she was rewarded. Patiently she watched as Max told her to stop.

"What’s wrong?" Julie asked anxious to end the abuse for another day.

"I have a little surprise for you that’s all!"

Max reached under the bed and pulled out a shoe-like box. Julie shuddered to think what was about to happen. He opened the box so she couldn’t see then extracted a long thick black dildo with a suction-cup base.

"My God!" she exclaimed shocked.

"Now we just put this over here," he began placing the black length between her legs after securing it to the floor. Pushing on her buttocks he eased her onto it while winking at the two concealed lesbians. They all watched as her pussy stretched obscenely over the thick black head and slid downwards her juices squirting to the sides of the tight fit.

"Ohhhh...," she blurted out as Max’s fingers squished her squirming clitoris in all directions. Finally except for a fraction of an inch she had impaled herself on the full length.

"Very impressive Mrs. Wilcox! That is one stretched pussy. Give it a whirl," he ordered sitting back on his haunches.

Grunting Julie forced her hips upward. The suction cup held the dildo firmly in place. The squelching noises of dripping pussy filled the room as the dildo came back into view. As the crown appeared she pushed back down taking the whole length this time then back up she went riding the monster. Her breathing became forced as she heated up. Max let go of her overactive clitoris and watched her ride up and down. Moving back to the bed he painfully forced his hardness into her mouth. She began to suck with more urgency as she pulled on and off the pussy-wet dildo. The two lesbians stared hard in disbelief their own hands working in a frenzy as they heated up.
Max watched her in the closet door mirror as she fucked with everything she had. "What a gorgeous bitch," he thought fucking deep into her throat.

"Fuck it Julie! Give it all you got."

She ground down harder following his wishes feeling the monster skewer her again and again. She knew she would embarrass herself again, the sensations were extreme. She could feel every vein like protuberance in the life-like hard rubber as she fucked herself.

"You were born for this Mrs. Wilcox. Let yourself go!"

All of a sudden Julie groaned and groaned with Max’s cock deep in her throat as she ground down in circles the dildo touching places that had never been touched. Her buttocks shook as a series of multiple orgasms racked her beautiful body her nipples hard like erasers. Max erupted in her throat as she came and came. He held onto her shoulders as he felt her lose balance. She shuddered uncontrollably as if she were having a seizure as her pussy exploded. Her hips continued to pump up and down with shallower thrusts as the sensations peeked and wore off. Lifting her hips high the dildo popped free noisily her pussy only partly closing. Max held her face in his hands as he emptied his balls into her and waited for her to clean him with her tongue.

Finally their breathing slowed. Max fell backwards onto the bed and Julie sideways onto the floor her legs closing squeezing the thick lips of her pussy visible to the two onlookers staring at the wetness before their eyes.

Sometime later Max nudged Julie from a semi-deep sleep. Struggling to her feet he told her to shower alone. Her eyes flew open in surprise. He never let her shower alone. She actually thanked him as she pulled her exhausted naked body into the bathroom leaving the door open. Max told her she could close it if she wanted. As she let the warm water ease her body she wondered what was up. This was unlike him she thought.

Meanwhile the two lesbians emerged from the closet excited beyond belief and willing to do anything to get their hands on Julie. They discussed terms, agreed and waited for Julie to join them.

The door opened and Julie walked naked back into the room this time to face three grinning faces. Her arms flew to cover herself. They all laughed. "What’s the meaning of this Max?"

"We have a new arrangement Mrs. Wilcox."

She looked confused.

"How would you like to reduce your almost four months to two months?"

She felt anxious certain she was missing something. Mary threw her a robe which she quickly donned. She thanked the unusual woman still wondering what she doing here and who the other woman was.

"Well Mrs. Williams and her friend have agreed to spend some time with you over the next month. You will go when they call and do whatever they ask of you. Is that clear?"

The look the younger woman gave her made her very nervous. While she was happy to reduce her time by half she knew it was too good to be true – something was up.

"I don’t think so Max!" she said trying to gain some control.

Max’s face hardened. "When I asked you if you want your time reduced you do realize I wasn’t offering you a choice?"

She thought about protesting but knew how futile it was. She nodded.

"Now you will come when I call as well but given the circumstances I will be less demanding for a while at least. Mary do you want to say anything?"

Mary walked over, stood in front of Julie and kissed her. Julie tried to pull away but she caught Max’s eye. His look warned her. She let the kiss linger. When Mary pulled away she was panting like a cat in heat. Nodding Cindy stepped forward and leaned forward to kiss the reluctant Julie Wilcox. Julie gave in even when the young woman reached inside the robe and fondled her breast. When Cindy pulled back Mary began.

"Julie we will show you things you never imagined – things that only a woman can show another woman," she promised.

Julie gulped afraid for the first time.

Max let Julie go home. Dejected she walked home with head lowered wondering how bad this was going to get and knowing full well that she was firmly in the hands of a group of degenerates until she recalled her behaviour with the black dildo. She wiped tears from her eyes as she crossed the street.

The women promised Max an experience he would never forget as they all removed their clothes and slid under the covers. Max hardened instantly. Thoughts of what the two women would do to Mrs. Wilcox would occupying his every waking moment for some time to come...

To be continued.. ? Do any have the next - or do YOU have the skill to write next part?

(c) Copyright November 1998 by Jefferson James. All rights reserved. No portion of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except for a single copy, per person, for private reading.

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