I took another shower, even the bath not making me feel clean enough after what I’d done. It also gave me the chance to use conditioner in my hair. I blew dry my hair and curled the ends before applying make up, not much; some powder, lipstick, mascara and eyebrow pencil. I put on the dress, having to forgo a bra again, but added lacy black panties. We started walking about a quarter to, the restaurant being fairly close. Stan and Kathy arrived the same time we did.
Stan whistled when he saw me walk up. “You look lovely, Mrs. Tan. How good to see you again.” He smiled and as Kathy suggested, had a gleam in his eye when he spoke. He kissed my cheeks. “That’s a lovely dress.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Tan also kissed Kathy’s cheeks. And that was the end of it. Nothing more was said or hinted at. All very civil and polite, just as Kathy suggested, but for one thing. As we sat down, Stan said, “In honor of our last night together and the wonderful time we’ve had with you two, I’d like to buy some champagne for our meal tonight.” He said it with the same twinkle he’d greeted us with.
“I’m not sure I should have more alcohol after the morning I had,” I said.
“I understand perfectly, but I promise, doctor’s honor, this won’t affect you nearly as much. If you want, I’ll cut you off after two glasses.”
I glanced at Kathy and she shook her head yes. She’d complained of a miserable morning too, so if she was willing to drink again, I supposed I could risk it.
“Two glasses, no more,” I agreed.
He asked for two bottles of Dom Perignon to be brought to our table. The arrangement of the table were twelve chairs around a wide counter in a U shape. The center of the U was the cooking surface where our chef would prepare the meal. We were on one of the arms of the and only Stan and Kathy were close enough to speak to anyone without shouting. I sat next to Kathy and Tan was at the very end. I heard enough to know the two closest couples were from New York and Ohio and not much else. The ones on the other arm were too far away to speak to.
The waitress delivered our champagne and glasses and took our orders for appetizers. I hadn’t eaten anything at all today and suddenly realized how hungry I was. We all ordered ginger-sesame salad and Tan and I ordered the scallops, shiitake and sake marinated shrimp to share. Stan and Kathy got the asian dumplings with shrimp and vegetables and ponzu dipping sauce. Stan poured our champagne and handed everyone a glass.
We’d had a champagne fountain at our reception and the champagne was supposed to be good, but the taste of the Dom was on a whole different plane. It was so light and silky, it almost danced on the tongue. Holy smokes it was good. Remembering how lousy I’d felt this morning, I tried to sip it, but it was hard. Each sip begged for another and I’d gone through the first glass before we got our salads.
“Good, isn’t it?” Kathy said, noting my empty glass.
“Unbelievable. I didn’t realize there could be such a difference in champagne. I imagined they all tasted pretty much the same. Other champagnes I’ve had would be harsh in comparison.”
“Stan knows his wine. He’s a bit of a connoisseur. I always let him pick the wines for dinner and I’m never disappointed. Do you want another glass?”
“If I have another one now, I’ll be done before we get dinner. I’d like to wait.”
“If you want, you can have more than two glasses.”
“I’m afraid to have more given how I felt this morning.”
“Drink lots of water with your meal and I’m sure a third glass won’t kill you.”
“You temptress. Satan get behind me. At least, let me wait until I get my food.”
Kathy laughed and whispered, “If I get behind you I might be enticed to squeeze that very fine ass, Mrs. Tan. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I laughed back, but she didn’t pour any more champagne just yet, but when our salads and appetizers were delivered, my glass filled up. Like all the food we’d had here, everything was tasty and well prepared. Our appetizer came with a tomato and lemongrass-flavored dipping sauce and it was delicious. When those dishes were cleared, our chef showed up and took everyone’s order. We all ordered the Emperor’s Feast, a tasting menu consisting of beef strip steak, chicken breast, jumbo shrimp and seared snapper filet with seasonal vegetables with three sauces, ginger-sesame, spicy mustard and a yakisoba sauce.
Our chef was a magician with the food, both preparing and showing off. He put on an entertaining display of talent all the while maintaining a running commentary of jokes and observations which would have done a stand-up comic proud. The food was excellent and I had a third glass of the champagne as I ate the main course. Keeping Kathy’s warning in mind, I also kept drinking lot’s of water.
At one point, before dessert, I had to go to the ladies room and Kathy went with me to touch up her make-up.
“Thank you for convincing me to go out tonight,” I said, washing up. “It has been a lot more stress free than I imagined it would be.”
“Just don’t talk about it. Nothing more to be said, really,” she replied, smoothing her lipstick.
“Is that Stan’s lipstick again?”
“My God, yes. After the way he fucked me last night, he’s not getting near my pussy today.”
“You, too. Tan was particularly rough last night. Even after soaking in the tub for a few hours, it’s still sore.”
“Men!” She said disgustedly. “They have no regard for a woman’s tender sensibilities. It’s why I like women sometimes. I’m almost never sore after being with a woman. Not unless she’s used a really big strap-on, and even then, most women are more gentle than a man is. I suppose it’s partly our fault for getting them so worked up without any relief.”
I hadn’t wanted anyone to get any relief while we played cards. No sex at all. I suppose I had as much responsibility as anyone for their explosion.
“There, done,” she said. “Let’s have some dessert, maybe another glass of champagne if the men haven’t had it all.”
I followed her out and we took our seats again. Kathy and I had pineapple rolls, Tan had guava pudding and Stan the sticky coconut rice. I did have a fourth glass of the champagne. After all, they were small flutes. It was after eight when we finished. Outside the restaurant we said our good-byes. We promised to stay in touch with them. Stan kissed me when he said goodbye, on the lips instead of the cheeks, his hand resting lightly above my buttocks. The kiss was just long enough to remind me of last night, but short enough not to look unseemly. Tan’s kiss with Kathy was much the same. The men shook hands while Kathy kissed me, much the same as Stan, though long enough for her tongue to slip between my lips. A reminder she was still interested in me.
We said goodbye and parted ways. On the walk back to the bungalow, Tan held my hand. I was starting to feel a little closer to him again, taking more responsibility for my own behavior and throwing less of the blame on him. When we got back to our room, Tan wanted to make love, but I told him I was still too sore to do so, but said I would be happy to pleasure him with my mouth if he desired. He accepted my offer and offered to return the favor, but even the thought of his mouth or tongue on my kitty was too much. I had him strip and lie on the bed while I removed my dress. I left my panties on to reinforce my desire it not be touched.
He was limp enough for me to get all of his penis in my mouth when I first started, but rapidly outgrew my capacity to hold him. It had been many hours since we’d had sex, so it didn’t take long for him to finish and I felt the hot, salty spurts of his seed in my mouth. I tugged on his penis to get the last few drops remaining in his shaft and swallowed his sperm. Afterward, I took two more aspirin and drank another bottle of water to be on the safe side, washing the remainder of his taste down my throat. We both went to bed after and I let him curl around me with his hand on my breast. I felt him slip into slumber before me, and I thought of all which had happened to me on my honeymoon. I hoped the rest of my marriage would be less eventful, but didn’t believe I would be that lucky…….
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In this chapter, Brenda returns home and moves in with Tan. Her blackmailer makes contact with Brenda and fucks her in her own home. It contains non-consensual intercourse, oral sex, and ass play. If those things don’t float your boat, don’t read further.
Chapter 11
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Return Home, Used Again
Roberta helped us check out the following morning. It didn’t take long to pack, and we didn’t have to be to the airport until eleven. We hadn’t been able to get a direct flight back, so had to pick one with a connection in Miami. On the plane, Tan mostly read his book while I stared out the window, lost in thought.
He finished his book and said, “I loved this book. It’s the third of a series. The rest haven’t been published yet, but I need to read the first two to catch up and maybe the fourth one will be published before I catch up. It’s kind of like Game of Swords in that people don’t always survive. Even the hero’s and heroine’s can die along with some of the more despicable villains.”
I turned to him and asked, “What are the names of the first two. Maybe I can pick up the others up at the library for you.”
“The series is called Legends of the First Empire and the first two are called ‘Age of Myth’ and ‘Age of Swords’. The author is Michael J. Sullivan. He’s also got a couple other series I want to check out. Supposedly, they take place on the same world during a later period of time. This series is like a prequel.”
“Give me the book and I’ll look into it.”
He handed me the novel and I looked it over. I usually wasn’t much for fantasy fiction, but the story did look interesting, so maybe I’d check it out.
“How are you feeling?” Tan asked. “You’ve been fairly quiet.”
“I feel fine.”
He whispered, “Are you still sore?”
So that’s what he was about. “No, but we can’t make love on the plane, so what difference does it make?”
“Not in our seats, but we can. They even have a name for doing it on a plane; joining the mile high club.”
“So having sex in Denver wouldn’t qualify?”
“No, it has to be on a plane.”
I thought about what he was suggesting. It was more risqué than I anything I would have considered, but in line with the things Tan considered peachy on our trip. I’d be willing to consider it if I didn’t end up having sex in public and the whole plane knew about it.
“How is it done?” I asked.
“I go to the bathroom now and get ready. You come and knock on the door, two knocks, pause, two knocks and I’ll let you in.”
“There’s not a lot of room in one,” I said.
“No, there isn’t. You’d have to be ready when you come in. No panties, so you can sit down on me right away. It will be too crowded to take anything off in there.”
“Our bathroom is right next to the flight cabin. The pilots will be right next to us. We’ll have to be super quiet.”
“So you’re considering it?” Tan asked.
“How many chances would I get to join the mile high club?”
“Not too many.”
“Then I should seize the opportunity, don’t you think, Mr. Tan?”
He kissed me. “Way to play along, Brenda,” he whispered. “Take off your underwear now while I’m kind of blocking the view.”
Tan started adjusting his lights, the air, turning this way and that as if he wasn’t comfortable, all to block me from the people across the aisle. I loosened my seat belt and edged my bottom off the seat so I could slip my panties off from under my dress. I tucked them in my purse, smiling at Tan when he noticed.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Give me four minutes, okay?”
I nodded and he got up and went to the rest room. It was unoccupied and he went right in. I started my countdown, waiting for my internal timer to tick off the minutes. I felt myself becoming moist, thinking of what I was going to do. One of the stewards went into the front galley and I thought I’d have to wait for them, but they left again quickly. I got out of my seat and knocked just as Tan said and the door opened for me and I ducked in. His cock was hard and he was stroking it to keep it so as he locked the door behind me.
“I think you’re going to have to face the door,” he said. “This room isn’t made for you to face me.”
I turned without a sound and he held my butt and helped lower me over his erection. I was wet enough he slid right in and I gave a choked gasp. Spreading my feet slightly, he raised and lowered me over him. It felt good and naughty, sinful, to be doing this on a plane full of people with the flight crew a few feet away. The sheer audacity had him excited too. He was breathing hard within minutes. I didn’t think I would be able to orgasm, the quarters were too cramped and we had to be so quiet and slow, but it did feel good. Within minutes, he grunted softly and I felt my insides liquefy as he pumped me full of sperm.
I sat on his lap for a few moments after he stopped throbbing to regain my equilibrium and poise, then quickly left the bathroom. A stewardess was in the galley making coffee as I made my way back to my seat. I could feel Tan’s cum running down my leg as I took my seat. She glanced at me momentarily and I wondered if she knew what I’d been doing, but she quickly returned to her duties, so I figured I was safe. Tan joined me in three minutes, a big smile on his face.
The stewardess came by five minutes later asking if we wanted beverages. Tan asked for a whiskey and seven. I asked for a Diet Coke. She made Tan’s drink, handing it to him. When she handed me my drink, she asked, “Do you need some extra napkins?”
I didn’t know what she was referring to when she pointedly looked at my crotch. “Extra napkins, ma’am?”
I finally realized what she was asking and flushed beet red.
“Yes, thank you,” I stammered. “Extra napkins, would be nice.”
“Your first time?” She asked, handing me a half dozen.
At first I thought she was asking if it was my first time flying, then realized it didn’t fit in with the rest of our conversation at all. “Yes, it was.” I answered.
She took some plastic airline wings from her pocket and put them in my hand. “Normally, we give these to the kids, but I think first times deserve them as well. Have a nice flight.” She smiled at Tan and went on to the next passenger.
“She knew what we were doing,” I whispered to Tan.
“I figured,” he said. “I wonder why I didn’t get a set of wings.”
“Was it your first time?”
“Well, no, but I didn’t get them the first time either.”
I giggled. I put my tray down and set my Diet Coke on it and under cover of the tray, wiped the excess cum off my legs. About a half hour later, the stewardess returned with a bag to collect our trash.
“Are you done with your drink, ma’am?” She asked. I nodded and handed her the empty glass. “I’ll take your extra napkins, too.” I crammed them into the glass and handed them to her. “Don’t forget to fly with Delta in the future. We appreciate your business.”
“Thank you. It’s been a very exciting flight,” I said, smiling up at her.
She smiled back, connection made.
The stopover in Miami wasn’t too lengthy and it was only about an hour’s flight to Atlanta, barely long enough to get another drink and some peanuts. We were hungry when we got to Atlanta, so we stopped for food along the way, just burgers and fries.
When we got to our apartment, Tan carried me over the threshold, setting me down after closing the doors. “Welcome home, Mrs. Tan.” He slowly removed my clothes until I stood naked before him. “I’m going to love being married to you.” He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and we made love once more, a lot louder and more energetically than on the plane. I fell asleep in his arms, warm in his love.
Tan had taken the week off to help me move, so we had a lot of time to play in between trips to my old place and returning to mine. Since we hadn’t lived together beforehand, I didn’t really know what it would be like being with him all the time. What kind and how many adjustments and compromises would need to be made, but I enjoyed being around him. When he wasn’t working anyway, he was perfectly willing to cook some of the time, help clean the house, and other household chores. He’d been living on his own for several years and was able to take care of himself if necessary. When he started back to work, since I wasn’t going to be working, he would expect more of those things out of me, but it was one of the agreements we’d made before our marriage. I wouldn’t work and I’d take care of the house until it was time to have children. I was okay with it. If I started working again or doing other things like volunteer work to take up my time, he was willing to readjust, but for now, this was our agreement.
As soon as I was home, my girlfriends started calling and wanting to get together. As I still didn’t know who to trust, I was reluctant to meet with them. As long as Tan was home, I had a ready made excuse, but once he started work, it would be tougher to put them off. On Thursday, Tiffany called, wanting to get together for the evening with some of the other girls. I told her I’d try to get together after Tan went back to work, but for now, I wanted to spend time with him.
“Remember, men need a chance to get away just as much as women do,” Tiffany said. “Play poker, shoot hoops, go drinking, do whatever. He’ll resent you if you if you occupy all his time. You need to give him some space for guy things. Don’t hog all of his time.”
“I understand, but it’s just this week, and I actually have a lot of things to do. I have to bring the marriage license and new address to Motor Vehicles to get a new driver’s license, do some shopping to get things for the apartment. Tan was kind of roughing it until I moved in so I could make whatever changes I wanted to make. I promise we can get together sometime next week.”
“Don’t forget who your friends are. We’ve known you a lot longer than Tan has.”
That was the trouble. I didn’t know who my friends were and it made me nervous. Most of them were probably loyal, but I didn’t know who. I actually saw Sydney a couple times with Tan, once when we went to his parents and once when we had them over for supper.
The other thing I couldn’t do while Tan was home was hire a detective. I couldn’t explain to him why I needed one, so I couldn’t look for one while he was around. As soon as he went back to work on Monday, I would start looking. The fortunate part of my delay was I hadn’t heard from my blackmailer since he gave me my last task on my honeymoon. Not a peep. I hoped it meant he was finished with me, but I had no expectation my travails were over. I assumed it was because he keeping tabs on me and knew Tan was home.
The Monday Tan went back to work, I was researching private investigators. There were a lot of choices in the Atlanta area, from huge mega firms to tiny one man operations. I worried the big places would cost too much and throw too many resources at it and Tan would find out I’d hired them and the smaller ones wouldn’t have resources enough. I looked for something in the smaller to mid range and made an appointment for 9:30 Tuesday.
At the appointed time I arrived and informed the secretary I was there to see Mr. Cap. She spoke with him and said it would be a couple minutes and to have a seat. Five minutes later, she was leading me back to his office.
He stood up to shake hands with me. “Mrs. Tan, I’m Mark Cap Please have a seat.” The secretary left, closing the door behind her.
Mr. Cap looked to be in his early to mid fifties, wiry and energetic. He looked to be my height, making him 5-9 or so. His black hair was peppered with gray. He waited until I sat down, then said, “You didn’t really discuss why you needed a private detective when you made your appointment. Would you like to tell me why you need one?”
“I’m being blackmailed.”
“For money?” Mauro asked.
“No, sir. For sex.”
“Excuse me a moment. I need to get someone else in here.”
He got up and before his hand was on the door, I said, “Please, sir. It’s very sensitive. I’d like to keep it to as few people as possible.”
“I understand, but any time there’s a discussion about sex with a beautiful woman, I like to have another woman here with me. Let’s just say it’s for my protection in case there’s any misunderstanding, but if it’s going to involve surveillance, I’m going to need a female anyway for doing things like going into ladies bathrooms. The person I’m getting is one of my best operatives and I’d like her to sit in because she has a unique perspective on these types of cases.”
I nodded and he left, coming back about eight minutes later with a woman, about an inch shorter than him, wearing dirty, nondescript clothes, some grime on her face and hands. She looked like a bag lady. Mark introduced her.
“This is Jolene Box,” he said, “one of my best. Sorry for her appearance, she’s been doing surveillance this morning on another case. I yanked her in here before she had a chance to clean up.”
I put out my hand but she raised both of hers. “Not yet, Mrs. Tan. My hands are filthy. Mark, have you got some hand sanitizer and a rag?”
He handed her the requested items and she took a moment to clean up as best as she could. She still wouldn’t shake until she had a chance to wash her hands with soap and water. “There’s a limit to what you can do with sanitizer.”
“Please proceed, Mrs. Tan.”
I gave them the entire sordid story from Jeremy sticking his prick in my mouth at the party to my last task.
“You should never have agreed to his initial demands,” Jolene said. “You should have stopped the wedding yourself, pulled Tan and the women present at the party together, explained the whole thing and been done with it.”
“I know that now,” I said. “I thought I was ending it by getting his phone.”
“It was clever of him to wait until right before the ceremony when you’d be the most panicked and had the least amount of time to think about the consequences,” Mark said. “Do you still have some of the things he sent you?”
“Not the first one of Jeremy. I destroyed that phone before I left the wedding and threw away all the pieces, but I still have the others. I’m so ashamed of these. Do you really need to see them?”
“We’d like to check the metadata on them, so it is important,” Mark said.
“Metadata?” I asked.
“All digital cameras store metadata about the picture in a separate file attached to the picture. This includes things like the date and time, camera make and model, f-stop, apertures setting, ISO, and even the location the photo was taken if the camera has GPS capabilities. If they haven’t stripped the information from the photo before they sent it to you, the metadata may give us some clues about the blackmailer.”
I opened my phone and the file with the disgusting stuff in them and reached out to Mark to pass him the phone.
“Not me, Mrs. Tan. Give them to Jolene. It’s one of the reasons she’s here. I know it’s difficult for you.”
I handed the phone to Jolene and she opened the first one. You could hear the sounds of me sucking my blackmailers cock at the church. Tears started running down my face. Jolene turned the sound off. For the next several minutes, she watched silently without saying a word. Not even the expression on her face gave away what she was thinking.
“Mark, take down this number and check it out on the internet,” she said when she finished. She ran off a long number. “Here’s another one.” She gave him another number. “And this is the last one.” She rattled off a third. It must have been from the metadata they mentioned. She handed me the phone back. Mark copied them all down and pulled his computer screen over and started searching each of the numbers he’d written down.
Mark announced, “The first two are nanny cam cameras. The last one is like a home security camera, probably the clubs security cameras.”
“Nanny cams?” I asked.
“Small wireless cameras that can be hidden in teddy bears in nurseries so parents know nannies aren’t abusing their children,” Jolene said.
“I never saw any teddy bears,” I said.
“They don’t have to be in teddy bears. They can be in anything. Spy agencies and law enforcement use them all the time. They can go into clocks, knick knacks, toys; anyplace you want to hide a camera so it doesn’t look like a camera. They can look like buttons, eyeglasses. If you didn’t see one on the beach, it might have looked like a flower or a coconut or even a shell. You have to assume any time you follow your blackmailer’s instructions, you’re being recorded, and you may not know what or where it is,” Jolene said.
“Just lovely.”
“I know how bad these look,” Jolene said. “Have you thought about telling your husband and being done with it? He’s got no power if your husband knows.”
“I explored the possibility of telling him as soon as I got the first one. I asked him if he could forgive me if I ever did something bad. He said he could forgive anything but my being with another man.”
“Fucking men!” Jolene said. “They treat you like a fucking possession and if anyone touches their fucking toy, for any reason at all, you’re thrown in the dumpster. Assholes!”
Wow. That was unexpected.
“Jolene. A little professionalism please,” Mark said.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Tan. I get a little worked up about cases like this one. Please accept my apologies.”
“Okay,” I said. “What brought that on?”
“I have my reasons, but I don’t like to talk about it. I’m sorry.”
“Obviously, I’d like to know who my blackmailer is and get him to stop. But I believe one of the people I’ve thought of as my closest friends is helping my blackmailer. I’d like to find out who so I can cut ties with them and go back to trusting the others. Heres a list of their names and addresses. Anything you can find out about them and their ties to my blackmailer would be appreciated.”
“We’re assuming you don’t want your husband to know you hired us,” Mark said. “Are you going to be able to pay us without him knowing?”
“I had some money saved up from when I was working. It’s several thousand dollars. Tan makes a good salary and can support us both without my working. He told me I can spend it anyway I want. This is how I want to spend it. He won’t know. He has no connection to the account. If I need more, I can probably tell my parents why I need the money without giving them details. How much are we talking about?”
“We’d need a retainer of a thousand dollars,” Mark said. “My services are three hundred an hour. Jolene’s are two hundred. Anyone else is also two hundred. You only pay us for the time we’re actually working your case. What we’d like to do is be at any future meetings and follow him home at the very least. You’ll have to stall him until we get into place unless you can afford twenty-four hour surveillance, which might tip your husband off. Here’s our two cell phone numbers. Call immediately if you hear from him. Try to give us at least an hour to get in place wherever we need to be. If we have to send anyone else because we’re tied up, they won’t have to know the reason they’re tailing someone. We won’t tell anyone else unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Thank you,” I said, getting out my checkbook and writing out a check for a thousand dollars.
“Don’t thank us until we’ve actually run the bastard to ground,” Jolene said. “Until then, all we’re doing is taking your money.”
“You’ve given me hope and I haven’t had any since my wedding. That’s worth a thank you. I was ready to kill myself eleven days ago, after he sent me the last video.”
“Please don’t do that,” Jolene said. “Don’t even think about it. No one is worth your life. Don’t forget that.”
I stuck out my hand again and Mark shook it; Jolene held up her hands again. “I’ll shake it later,” she said, “next time you see me cleaned up.”
I laughed. “I’ll take you up on that.”
Two days after hiring Mark and staff, I heard from my blackmailer once again. Unfortunately he was right outside the door.
Open the door within the next 60 seconds or you know what is going to you know who.
I shouldn’t be surprised he knew where I lived. I knew someone was working with him. No time to get someone here, but maybe they could catch him leaving. I sent quick texts to Mark and Jolene.
I opened the door. It wasn’t another surrogate. It was the asshole with the cruel smile. He had a hoodie over his face to disguise the fact he had a mask over the top of his face. He stepped in and pulled his hood back.
“I expect my whores to be naked and kneeling when I come through the door.”
I knelt down.
“Fuck no, you don’t get off that easy this time. Last time I didn’t have the time and luxury to see you naked. I do now. Take off your fucking clothes.”
I stood up and started taking off my blouse. His eyes were intent behind the mask and he was smiling. Off went the blouse, then my bra. I pulled down my shorts, then my panties, stepping out of them. I wanted to cover myself, but what was the point. I stood there letting him get a good look. He took out a phone and took a picture. I didn’t protest that either. He already had worse, though having me naked in my own house was new. He pointed to the floor. I knelt down once more.
“Turn around. On your hands. Spread your legs. Show me your fucking cunt and ass.”
I did as he ordered and heard him taking more pictures. I was hoping to keep him here long enough for someone to get to my house. Hearing a zipper, I looked behind me and his cock was out, already hard. I resigned myself to getting fucked here in my own home.
His cock touched my kitty and pushed in. I was still dry, so it hurt some, but he didn’t start thrusting right away. I felt some liquid being smeared on my rosebud and started to draw away. He slapped my ass and told me to hold still.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Preparing your ass to get fucked.”
He must have been prepared for my response because as soon as I started to pull away, he grabbed my hips and jammed me backward, then slapped my buttocks three times, really hard.
“If you don’t hold still, I will take my belt off and slap your ass black and blue. Try explaining that to your husband when he gets home.”
I held still but I started trembling.
“I’m not going to fuck your ass today. It needs to be prepared first so I don’t scrape the skin off my cock raping it. Today, we’re only preparing it.”
He put some more liquid on my rectum and started pushing something smooth and slick into my back door. It wasn’t much bigger than Tan’s thumb, so not too bad. When it was in all the way, he started pumping it back and forth in my anus. Tan had played with my sphincter enough while fucking me, I wasn’t unfamiliar with the sensation of having something in my butt. Given some warning and a little prep time, I could even enjoy the feeling of something inside of me. It’s what began happening to me now. I could feel myself getting wet in my pussy with his prick inside me and by fucking my ass with whatever he put in there. After awhile, he quit playing with my buttocks, and started fucking my kitty.
Once more, I wanted to feel nothing; to ignore what was being done to my body, but he wouldn’t let me. In addition to doing a creditable job of fucking me, he started playing with my clit, beginning to peak from it’s protective folds as my body was aroused. Trying to be quiet, to let him handle me as he fucked me, to ignore the gathering storm in my pussy, I was as passive as I could be. I could hear his phone camera going off, realized he was taking pictures of my fucking, nice close ups of his cock pushing into my sheath, with something sticking out of my rectum. I had to admit it felt good; the thing in my ass making his smaller cock feel bigger, more impressive, than it was.
He started talking to me.
“What’s this thing?” He plucked the item in my butt and fucked me a few more times with it.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see you put it in me.”
“I’m not talking about the plug. I’m talking about what the plug is in.” He pressed down on it and I moaned. Fuck.
“It’s my rectum.”
“That’s what the doctor calls it. Sluts call it their asshole, or just ass. ‘Please, sir, fuck my ass.’ ‘Fuck me in the ass, sir.’ ‘Fill my asshole with your cock, sir.’ You’re a slut. You’re a slut who sucked another man’s cock on your wedding day. Say it.”
“I’m a slut,” I whispered.
“Say it with feeling. Say it like a slut who’s got a plug in her ass and is getting fucked in the cunt by some fucking stranger and is going to cum on his cock.”
“I’m a slut.” Louder.
“Better, but I need more feeling. I tell you what. If you can keep from cumming in the next two minutes, I’ll walk out the door right now. If you cum, you tell me loudly what a fucking slut you are.”
He increased the speed of his fucking and his finger really started rubbing on my clit. Two minutes. That’s all I needed. His other hand grabbed a breast and started playing with a nipple, tugging and tweaking it. After no more than a minute, he pinched my clitoris and I exploded into a monster orgasm, gasping and moaning as I clamped down on his cock and the object in my ass.
“What are you, Brenda? Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a slut!” I screamed, “I’m a fucking slut.”
“A slut and a whore. Aren’t you, Brenda.”
“I’m a slut and a whore,” I cried, unable to deny he’d made me cum and made me cum easily.
“But you’re an untrained slut. I’m going to train you, Brenda. I’m going to take your slutty, whorish clay and mold it, shape it, tune you into a truly marvelous slut, who will beg me to fuck her; who will beg anyone to fuck her. Who will never be satisfied unless she’s got a cock in her cunt, or her ass, or her mouth. A slut who lives for cock. When you’re a proper slut, I’ll turn you loose on the world. Now what’s this?” He touched my sphincter and I shuddered.
“My asshole.”
“Because sluts have assholes, don’t they, Brenda?”
“Yes.”
“Now, what’s this?” He rubbed my hairless slit.
“My kitty.”
“What are you? Four years old? What is it?” He rubbed it again.
“My pussy.”
“Good girls have pussies, Brenda. Sluts like you have cunts. Say it.”
“It’s my cunt.”
“Louder.”
“It’s my slutty cunt,” I screamed.
“And what’s in your slutty cunt right now, Brenda? Say it. You know what it is.”
“Your cock.”
“My cock, or my prick, Brenda. You’re my slut and you’ll use the proper terminology when I’m fucking you.”
The whole time he was talking to me, he kept fucking me, never stopping. He hadn’t climaxed yet. Having to admit I was a slut and a whore while he fucked me was getting me close to another orgasm. From all indications, it was going to be a powerful one. He started playing with my clit again. I was maybe fifteen or twenty seconds away from an explosion when he stopped.
“What are you doing?” I asked, because I knew he still had to cum.
“I realized I was doing all the work. A proper slut like you should be doing the work for me. If you want to get off, you fuck me.”
More than anything, I wanted to stop, stand up and say, ‘we must be done then, because I’m not going to fuck you’. My mouth opened, I waited for the words to come out, but to my everlasting shame, I pushed back on his cock, trying to orgasm. He let me fuck myself on his cock for half a minute, but as soon as I was close again he grabbed my ass and wouldn’t let me move.
“I’m fucking you. I’m doing the work. Why did you stop me?”
“You need to say please. ‘Please, sir. Please let me fuck my slutty cunt on your wonderful, hard cock’. I need a little gratitude for my efforts.”
I wanted to shoot him. I wanted to stand up and kick him in the balls. I wanted to spit in his face and scratch his eyes out. “Please, sir. Please let me fuck my slutty cunt on your wonderful, hard cock,” was what I said. He let go of my ass and I started fucking him, huge tears funning down my face. Within fifteen seconds, I orgasmed, screaming my pleasure. This time, when I started spasming on his cock, he filled my cunt with his cum, grunting like an animal. I sobbed, crying openly.
“Clean it off,” he ordered when our throbbing ended.
I turned around and licked his cock clean. My cum was dripping off it. I was so ashamed. I’d not only fucked him, I asked him to please let me do it. I was a slut and a whore. There was no getting around it. I could feel his cum running out of my cunt and dripping on the tile floor.
When he was clean, he tucked his cock back in his jeans and zipped up. He handed me a wooden box with a hinged lid.
“Open it,” he ordered.
I lifted the lid. There were four glass tubes in the box, with an empty one for the fifth, which is what I assumed was in my ass right now. They were smoothly pointed at one end, thicker in the middle, narrowing down to a flange at the opposite end. Each of them was larger than the other, ranging from about three and a half inches long and an inch wide to six inches long and at least as thick as Tan at its widest.
I looked up at him. “Every day your husband isn’t home, you put the next largest size in your asshole. By eight AM, you will post a picture of your plugged ass to this website.” He handed me a card with pluggedbimbobabes.com printed on it. “You can leave your face off the picture. Each one of the plugs is a different color so I know you’re putting the next largest size in. When you’ve worn the largest one, I’m going to fuck your ass. I’m going to fuck your ass until you climax and I leave my cum in it. Do you understand, slut?”
“Yes.”
He slapped my face, not hard, but enough to make it sting. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Say it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Of course, you don’t do what I tell you, your husband gets a nice collection of pictures and videos showing him what a slut you are. I got some nice ones of you today. I’m sure he’ll appreciate his little slut fucking someone else in his home, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“One more thing. My sluts need to know how to get all of my cock in their little cock sucking throats. I’m giving you three weeks to learn to take all of me. Practice on your husband. I’m sure he’ll appreciate your efforts learning to properly suck my cock. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good little whore. I’ll see you later. I can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours.”
He pulled his hoodie over his face and left, shutting the door behind him. I found my phone in my shorts pocket lying on the floor and sent a quick text to Mark and Jolene.
He just left. Wearing black hoodie. Please tell me you’re outside.
I received a text back from Jolene. Got caught in bad traffic. Still four or more minutes out.
Damn! The bastard was going to get away again!!!
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I was still kneeling on the floor when Jolene got there.
She knocked on the door and came in, calling my name, when she saw the door was unlocked. She saw me sitting on the floor and ran over and put her arms around me. I started crying again.
“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t get here earlier. Can you tell me what happened or do you need a minute?”
Through my tears, I explained what happened. I showed her the box on the floor and pointed out its contents.
“The missing one is in my rectum now,” I said. “I’m supposed to put a larger one in me each day Tan is gone, and post a picture of it to this website, so he knows I’m following his instructions.” I handed her the card.
“Is his semen still in you?”
“Yes, I thought you might need DNA.”
“Good girl. Have you touched any of these plugs yet?”
“Only the box.”
“I need to run out to the car and get an evidence kit. Wait right here, okay? Don’t move.”
“Where would I go?”
Jolene stroked my face for a moment, wiping some of my tears off. “I’ll be right back.”
She was gone for less than five minutes and came back with a tool box sized kit labeled evidence. She opened it up and took out a test tube and some cotton swabs.
“I’m sorry to have to do this, but I need to take some swabs of your vagina.”
I pointed to the puddle on the floor. “Some of it leaked out of me. Can you take it from there?”
“I will take some, but cleaning agents on the floor may be destroying the DNA already. I really need to take some from you as well. Plus, I need to see if there are prints on the plug. I’d like to do it while it’s still in your body. I’m sorry.”
Leaning forward on my hands, I let her swab the cum from my pussy. She took four swab samples from there, and two more from the floor, putting the swabs in test tubes, sealing the tube, putting them in baggies and writing down date, time and where the sample was from. As soon as she finished that, she dusted the glass plug in my ass, not finding any prints. She also dusted the four other plugs, but they were clean as well. She dusted the box and there were prints there, but not many, so they may have been mine.
“He may have been wearing gloves. Do you remember if you felt skin when he touched you?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying much attention. Most of his touching was of the painful variety, pinching and slapping. He did rub my clit, but there was lube on his hand from when he put the plug in my ass. I mostly felt the lube.”
“Did he touch anything else while he was here?”
I thought for a moment. “He slapped my ass several times, and my face, but the only thing other than me I remember him touching is the door as he left. He pulled it shut behind him.”
“I’ll dust the door knob, but it might not tell me much unless I can take Tan’s prints to eliminate them. I don’t know if you want us to do it.”
“No. I’ll try to get his prints on a glass or something so you have them, but don’t take them yourself.”
She dusted the door and took impressions of the prints she found there. She also took my fingerprints so she could eliminate them from the surfaces of the door and the plug box. She bundled up all the stuff she collected.
“Why don’t you take a shower now, and I’ll clean up out here,” Jolene said, “then we’ll talk.”
Finally getting off my knees, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on hot and took a shower, scouring myself until my skin was red. It wasn’t enough; I still felt dirty. I’m not sure there was enough water in the world to make me feel clean. I also removed the plug from my ass and washed it until it sparkled. I thought about it going into my mouth and almost retched at the thought. Finishing up, I put on a robe and went back out to speak to Jolene.
“I’m sorry,” Jolene said, “but if your blackmailer can find you at your home any time he wants, we might have a hard time catching him unless we start full daytime surveillance on your house. We’re talking eight or nine hours a day at $200 an hour. Close to two thousand dollars a day and we might be here for days without him approaching you again. I suspect you don’t have tens of thousands stashed in your savings account.”
“No, I had between five and six and I gave you a grand earlier.”
“So we have to make you less available; get you out of the apartment so he can’t just drop in on you. Make him have to call to meet with you. Maybe have you visit friends or family, do some volunteer work or something, anything to get you out of the house. Where do your parents live?”
“Perdido Beach in South Alabama. Should I go visit my parents?” I asked.
“No, too far. If someone is giving him information, he can still find you there and it would take us forever to get there, plus we’re not licensed in Alabama. It needs to be somewhere local, where it wouldn’t be unreasonable for you to take a couple hours to legitimately respond to a request to meet.”
“My friends have been asking to get together, so I could start spending time with them, or start looking for a job.”
“Would Mr. Tan find it unusual for you to start looking for a job?”
“He would. It was one of the things we discussed before we got married. I’d be the homemaker of the family while he brought home the bacon.”
“So your husband might find it suspicious if you look for work? Kind of defeats the purpose of trying to keep him in the dark. We could do the friends thing, but if one of them is working with your blackmailer, he’s still going to know where you are.”
“If he shows up at one of their places, I’d at least know which one I couldn’t trust anymore.”
“Maybe, but not necessarily. Any one of your friends would have a clue of the schedules of the others right? So if several of them worked during the day, the choices of who you could actually be spending time with is limited. He could put the little spy cameras outside the houses of your friends and know which one you’re visiting, if he hasn’t done so already. He seems able to keep pretty close tabs on you. You thought he was in St. Lucia on your honeymoon, or at least someone was feeding him information. It seems so big, almost like it’s a conspiracy. I wonder if he hasn’t bugged your purse or something.”
“Can you check?”
“I’ve got a radio sweeper which could check, but spy equipment is a lot more sophisticated these days. Some of it stays inert and invisible to detection unless it receives a signal turning it on. He could leave it off for days, and on a day he wants to find out where you are or see what you’re doing, turn it on for a couple hours, then turn it off again. If you bring your purse to the office, we’ll sweep it, but it might not prove anything. I checked that website address he gave you and it’s an amateur site people upload pictures to all the time. It’s based in California, so I don’t think we’ll get anything through it.”
“Are you saying it’s hopeless?” I asked.
“Not hopeless, just more complicated, or more expensive. He seems to be quite clever. Obviously, we’ll check the fingerprints, we’ll check the DNA, we’ll check on the names you gave us. I’ve got to admit, I hoped we’d be able to get him the next time he attempted contact, but you had no time to respond, and no chance to put him off.” She put her arm around my shoulders. “What are you going to do if we don’t find out who he is before you’re using the largest plug?”
“What else can I do? I’ll let him fuck my ass.” I started crying again. “I’m such a slut,” I sobbed. “He’s right about me. I orgasmed when he fucked me. I fucked myself on him and I begged him let me fuck myself on his cock. I’m such a fucking whore.”
“Mrs. Tan; you’re not a slut. It’s what he wants you to believe. He’s trying to break you down, make you quit resisting what he’s trying to do to you, to succumb to what he wants, but you’re not.”
“Then why do I orgasm when they fuck me? I’m being raped and I’m begging for it. What decent person begs her rapist to fuck her?”
“It’s a fallacy to think you can’t experience pleasure from being raped,” Jolene said. “Sure, if someone shoves a broom handle up your pussy, you won’t enjoy it, but if someone wants you experience pleasure against your will, they can. Orgasms are a physical response to sexual stimulation. If your rapist tries to make you experience pleasure and applies the appropriate stimuli, you will climax. Jurors seem to believe if you got a shred of pleasure from it, you must have wanted it. Unless you go through it yourself, you’ll never know what it’s like; what you can feel, but it doesn’t mean you wanted it.”
“Someone else told me the same thing recently.”
“They were right. Don’t fall into the trap he’s setting for you. He wants to ruin your self esteem. Don’t let him. Do you want to go through the same thing tomorrow you went through today?”
“No.”
“Do you want us to stop looking for this bastard, so he can keep doing the same shit to you over and over?”
“No.”
“Then you’re not a slut or whore. You’re a person who had a normal physiological response to physical stimuli. When you don’t want it to stop anymore, then you might have a problem. Until then, keep fighting and don’t listen to his bullshit.”
“You sound as if you have personal experience with this?”
Jolene looked at me for awhile, apparently deciding if she wanted to discuss whatever it was with me.
Making a decision, she said. “I was raped when I was twenty-six. The rat prick bastard didn’t get convicted because he made me cum. The jury believed him when he said I wanted it because I climaxed. Sure, he made me cum, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t have ripped his balls off when he was finished if I could have. I didn’t want to be raped, but he wanted to make me cum, so he did. Worse yet, my boyfriend is at the trial and hears how I orgasmed as this pond scum raped me and decided I was a fucking slut who was asking to be raped, so he dumped me. The whole experience soured me on the justice system when it comes to sex crimes.”
“What happened to the guy who raped you? Has he hurt anyone else since?” I asked.
Jolene smiled at me. “I heard he drowned in a boating accident. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. The streets are a little safer as a result. Maybe the same thing will happen to your bastard when we find him. Who knows? The world is a dangerous place as you and I both know.”
God! I suddenly realized she might have killed her rapist. She was certainly hinting she might have done so, without actually coming out and saying so. Could I do the same thing? It took me about three seconds to decide I could. It might actually be quite easy.
I hugged her. “Thank you, Jolene. I appreciate you sharing your story with me. I’ll try not to fall into his trap, but it’s hard. I saved myself for my marriage and to realize he can make me feel the same things as my husband does, makes me disgusted with myself.”
“Don’t be. Almost anyone can. If you’re capable of accepting pleasure, nearly anyone can give it to you. It may be more enjoyable with the people you love, but it’s not impossible with others. Please believe me on this. Try to get out of the house. Go to the movies, go to the library, go shopping, spend time with your friends. Any place other than your home he tries to contact you will be riskier for him.”
“Thanks for coming over. It really has helped.”
“Like I said earlier, I’m sorry we couldn’t corral the asshole today, but we will get him. I’ll let myself out.”
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Chapter 12
- Trying to Escape
Jolene had wiped the fingerprint dust off the box of plugs after finishing checking them. I put the last plug in the box and hid it in the closet behind some of my long dresses and shoes. I spent the next hour or so trying to make arrangements to get out of the house tomorrow. I checked to see if Tiffany could play a little hooky from work tomorrow.
“I can’t play hooky tomorrow, but we could get together after work or Saturday.”
I needed out during the day on Friday, not when Tan was going to be around, but if I was looking for favours, I needed to be more accommodating in granting them. I still had trouble believing Tiffany was betraying me. She was my oldest and dearest friend. If it was a spy camera used for taking photos, it could have been anyone at the party. Tiffany already said she didn’t have security cameras, and it was easy enough to verify.
“Saturday would be good.”
“I know some of the others would love to see you as well. May I invite some others to come as well? We can drink a little wine, find out about Tan, the honeymoon, all the good stuff.”
It might help me to find out who it was by spending time with them, observing them, noting the questions they asked. I had to believe only one person had betrayed me and the rest were innocent. Cutting all of them out of my life for one rotten apple wouldn’t be fair.
“Sounds nice. I realize I haven’t been too accessible lately, but things are calming down now. Tan’s back at work. I’d like that. Thank you.”
“Looking forward to it, girlfriend. I’ll let you know who else is coming.”
“See you later, Tiffany.”
“You too, Brenda. It will be good seeing you. It’s been three weeks.”
It was probably pointless to contact other people who worked. Shizuko was working, but as an artist, so she would be working from home. I should check with her. Even if she was busy, maybe I could hang with her while she worked.
“Hi, Suki, it’s Brenda. Do you have a minute?”
“What’s up?”
“We haven’t had a chance to get together since the wedding. I wondered if I could see you tomorrow?”
“Oh, Brenda. I’d love to get together, I really would, but I just got this huge commission and I’m trying to figure out what to do. It’s kind of open, he’s looking for ideas and I’ve been searching for the right topic to present to him. Wait a minute! Would you be willing to model for me? Nude that is?”
“Me, nude? Suki, I can’t do a nude. Hanging up in some stranger’s house. What if someone who knew me saw it. I’d be mortified.”
“Your head and face wouldn’t have to be visible. It could be a generic type nude. No one would ever know it was you. I could give you right of refusal, so you’d know your face wasn’t visible. Brooke, this would be great. You’re so beautiful and you’re the only one of our friends who has the time to do it.”
Depending on how long it took to model beginning to end, it would be a great way to keep me out of the house and give Mark and Jolene a chance to respond if my blackmailer made contact with me again.
“I’d have to check and see if Tan had a problem with it.”
“He can have right of refusal too, plus tell him I’ll make one for him if he agrees.”
“Let me text him and I’ll let you know.”
“Quick. I need to get started on this thing.”
I texted Tan. Suki wants to use me as a nude model for a commission she has. Generic, no face. You’d have rights of refusal.
She wants to paint you nude? Do you want to do it?
It would get me out of the house and if I get to decide what it looks like, I’m open to the possibility. I told her I’d check with you. As an incentive, you would get one for our apartment.
Sounds intriguing. Have her do some sketches of the possible finished product and I’ll decide about the overall project. If we decide to to it, I might like to come over and watch sometime.
Only if you behave yourself. I don’t want a repeat of the poker game.
I called Suki back.
“Tan said he’d consider it. He asked you do some sketches of proposed finished product and he’d decide based upon those.”
“Great! Come on over tomorrow and we’ll get started.”
Perfect. One day covered. If Tan agreed, I might have weeks worth of work to keep me out of the house.
“I’ll be there. 8:30 okay.”
“It’s earlier than I’m accustomed to getting up, but fine.”
Tan came home ready to play.
“I’ve been thinking of you modeling nude all afternoon. Made it almost impossible to get any work done. I’m thinking I should check out a few poses right now.”
I felt guilty my blackmailer fucked me earlier and made me cum, so I figured I owed sex to Tan as a result, but I wanted him to slow down a little. I hadn’t felt up to eating at lunch, I was in so much turmoil from my fucking. I would like to have some food first.
“I need some food. Don’t you want to eat?”
“You’re the only thing I want to eat right now.” He started nuzzling my neck.
“Stop a minute. I’m willing to play, but I didn’t eat lunch and I’m starving.”
“Why didn’t you eat lunch?”
A good question, but one I couldn’t answer truthfully. I got fucked this morning, then a private eye came over and collected evidence from my cunt and ass and I cried on her shoulder because I felt like a whore and couldn’t eat because I was sick to my stomach.
“I was talking to my friends, making arrangements to see them. I haven’t seen them for three weeks. We got all busy catching up. It’s why I was talking to Suki and she suggested the modeling. I really need to eat.”
“Can’t we eat in bed? Make a picnic of it?”
“I suppose. Let me start making something. Why don’t you take a shower and make yourself a drink?”
“How about I make the drink and take the shower after we have some sweaty sex?”
I laughed. “You’re incorrigible, Tan. Okay. Make me one, too. Gin and tonic.”
“Yes!” Tan exclaimed. “Gin and tonic coming up.”
I started working on some finger foods which we could eat in bed, sliced carrots, sliced cucumbers, celery. We had some leftover steak I started cutting into bite sized pieces, some chips. While I was working on the cutting board, Tan handed me my finished drink and I took a sip. He kissed my neck while his hands fondled my breasts.
“Careful, cowboy. You’ll make me cut my finger off.”
“Do you really need to be dressed while you’re working in the kitchen? I’m thinking you should work naked in the kitchen unless you’re cooking something hot, then maybe just an apron. Make coming home to the little woman a whole lot more interesting.” He started unbuttoning my blouse.
“I’m not going to get this done if you keep kissing my neck like that. I told you I’m hungry and need to eat.”
He slid the blouse off my shoulders and started unhooking my bra, cupping my breasts when it was loose. I sighed contentedly and turned to him, kissing him passionately before whispering, “Please let me get the food done.”
“Do it while you’re naked.”
“Only if you take my clothes off.”
“No problem,” Tan said.
I lowered my arms and let him remove the blouse and bra. He tossed them onto the end of the counter, a few feet from where I was working. He undid the button on my shorts and pulled the zipper down. As he lowered the shorts and my panties to the floor, he knelt down and kissed my sex. I started tingling. I stepped out of them and they joined the rest of my clothes on the end of the counter.
He looked me over, his look a physical presence, hot and light like a desert wind. I shivered.
“May I finish now,” I said. “I’m naked and still hungry.”
“Finish but don’t take too long,” Tan said, taking off his own clothes. I noticed he was half hard when his underwear came off.
He stood behind me, not touching me except for his cock which I could feel touching my buttocks, light but a persistent reminder of what he wanted. I felt myself getting wetter.
I decided to ask him a question. “Do you enjoy our sex life, Tan?”
“It’s been wonderful so far, Mrs. Tan. It’s still early in our married life. I’d eventually like to do some other things with you, but I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.”
“Like what?”
“Anal sex.” Yeah, you and my blackmailer. “Maybe some bondage. I would love it if I could convince you to have a threesome with me and another woman.”
“What if I don’t want to be with another woman. What if I wanted it to be you and another man?”
“You already know how I feel about you and another man. Being there with you wouldn’t make it any better. Probably make it worse.”
“What makes you think I would want to be with another woman?”
“You didn’t seem to mind kissing Kathy during the poker game. Was I wrong?”
“Kissing her wasn’t too bad. I was mostly doing it so you wouldn’t be kissing her as much. I had to kiss Stan every time I lost to him and every time you did. It seemed to make you jealous. If you ended up kissing the naked Mrs. RIGHT as often as I did Stan, I think it would have bothered me more. I mean, our last kisses were pretty passionate affairs; lots of body contact and tongue. Given you don’t want me with another man, it was pretty permissive of you. If you’d have kissed him when you lost, it would have kept me from kissing him as much.”
“I suppose, but I’m not ready to kiss men.”
“Did it bother you when I kissed him? It seemed to. I got the idea it was part of the reason you fucked me in front of him. Reestablishing your ownership in front of him.”
“It might have been part of the reason, but you had to admit it was a seriously erotic atmosphere. I was ready to fuck anything just for a little relief.”
“So you would have fucked Kathy if I’d pushed you away? I felt you might.”
“No, but I would have had to get rid of them fast. I might have had to put them out of the bungalow naked, I was so hot to have you.”
“Have you ever had a threesome before?” I asked.
“Yes.” I shouldn’t be surprised. He’d been wild before I came along, only taming himself so I’d agree to date him.
“Did you like it?”
“What’s not to like. Sex with a woman but doubled. Two mouths, two pussies, two asses, four breasts. Twice the choices, twice the fun.”
I nodded. I could see the appeal from a mans point of view. Not my cup of tea, but as much as I’d hated being forced into it, the sex with Guy 1 and 2 had been mind bending.
“I haven’t shown you everything my girlfriends gave me during the bachelorette party.”
“What else did they give you?”
“Grab the tray of food and I’ll show you. I’ll get our drinks.”
Tan practically ran to the bedroom he was so eager to find out, his cock waving like a flag in front of him. I had to laugh again. Men were little boys when it came to sex.
I set the food on the nightstand and went into the closet. I found one of the boxes which came from my apartment when we moved. I pulled it out and set it on the bed and opened it. I pulled out the corset.
“I would need your help getting this on. It laces in the back.” Tan’s cock twitched. A winner for sure.
I pulled out the bondage kit, showing Tan the fur lined cuffs, rope, mask, nipple clamps and whip. His prick became a steel rod and a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. Well, he had mentioned he’d like to try bondage with me sometime. I suppose it meant he’d either done it himself before or enjoyed porn featuring bondage.
“Who gave this to you?” Tan asked.
“Suki.”
“The one who wants to paint you? That Suki?”
“Yes. Apparently she and her girlfriend like a bit of bondage. I get the impression she’s a bit of a submissive.”
“I like your girlfriends more and more. I really do have to throw them a party. Is it okay if we use some of this tonight? Whatever you feel comfortable with?”
“After we eat.”
“Why not now?”
“Still hungry. How would I eat?”
“I’d feed you.” He got a look of pleading in his eyes. “Please, I’ve got a wonderful idea of how to do this.”
If I didn’t feel so guilty about this morning, I’d probably said no, but I did, horrendously guilty, so I agreed.
“Hot damn. You won’t regret it, Brenda.”
“I’m regretting it already. How do you want to do this?”
“Corset first.”
So, I ended up stepping into the corset and having Tan tie up the laces. He whistled when he was done. I had to admit I felt incredibly sexy, the way he couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“Which of these can I use?” He asked.
I looked down at the bondage items. “I’m not ready for the whip or nipple clamps. I suppose you can use the rest of it.”
Tan had me lie down on the bed and he cuffed my hands to the headboard. Next he tied my legs to the two bottom corners of the bed. The dampness in my sex became a flood. I could feel it start to leak out of my kitty. Suki was right about the sense of helplessness being arousing. Lastly, Tan secured the mask around my eyes. I couldn’t see a thing. I was super aware of my body, lying stretched out. My hearing seemed more acute. Every sound Tan made, no matter how slight seemed amplified. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel him lie down beside me and he ran his hand between my cleft and my body arched into his hand. How could the light touch of his hand feel so good?
“Did Suki give this to you so I could use it on you, or for you to use on me.”
“Either way. Whatever we wanted to do. Would you like me to tie you sometime?”
“I might. I would like to see what it feels like.”
“Even the whip?” I asked.
“My back and buns,” he replied. “Not anywhere near my cock. Gives me the willy’s.”
“I’m ready,” I said, “feed me.” I opened my mouth.
Instead of a bite of food being offered to me immediately, it made a detour to my sex. I felt something which I suspected was a carrot, dip into my sheath and then to my mouth. I chomped down on it and detected a taste I recognized from Tan’s cock when I licked him after sex; my own juice.
“How do you like my special sauce, or should I say your special sauce?”
“Hmm. I believe I’ve had this sauce before, sir. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve had it at Chez Tan. It seems to be lacking a certain saltiness, a texture, I’ve noticed when I’ve eaten there.”
“Perhaps it needed to be stirred with a different utensil. We could try it?” Tan asked hopefully.
“Not yet, boyo. You promised to feed me before we got carried away.” I opened my mouth again.
This time it was a bite of steak which made it’s way up my slit before finding it’s way to my mouth. It actually tasted quite good. I also got a piece of celery with my dressing on it. I also felt more food dip into my sex, but Tan apparently ate those because I could hear him chewing.
“I’m thinking of calling it ‘white goddess’ dressing because you’re not green,” Tan said. “I believe it would be a big hit with a certain crowd.”
“It’s not bad,” I said. “Maybe a bit more salt, but it adds a certain something something.”
Tan laughed. “This is one of the reasons I think you’d enjoy having sex with a woman. You don’t mind the taste of yourself on your food or my prick.”
“Not exactly the same, Tan. You’ve licked your sperm out of my pussy, but you’re not rushing to volunteer to take it from its source.”
“True. You’ve got me there.”
“Part of my licking myself off of you is because I love you and it’s part of making love with you. It doesn’t make me lesbian, or even bisexual, no more than licking your cum out of me makes you gay. It’s you I’m licking, not a girl. It just has a hint of girl on it. Now feed me more. I’m still starving.”
For the next several minutes, Tan did his best to feed me. I finally started to feel normal. I admitted to myself the position I was in, the darkness and the constant dipping into my vagina, had me aroused to the point where sex was starting to sound better than food, given I’d had quite a bit to eat now.
“Would you like to stir in the salt now?” I asked.
“Shit, would I,” he replied. I felt and heard him moving the food off the bed and the weight of him loom over me on the bed. His cock touched my pussy and he pushed right in. I purred. There was no other word for it. He felt so good sliding into me. His lips began to nibble my nips as he slowly pumped me. The way he’d tied me didn’t allow for much movement, but I found my hips rolling upward to meet his, accepting as much of him as I could. It felt so wonderful. I’d been on edge from the moment he’d stripped me in the kitchen and all the playing since left my orgasm lurking just below the surface.
“Oh, Tan,” I whispered as he drove into me, “I’m cumming. I love you so much, husband. Make me cum.”
Did he. God, did he. Tan picked up speed and my orgasms followed quickly, one upon another. The liquid I’d leaked earlier was nothing compared to the dam bursting inside me now. My moaning almost constant, I was arching my back, feeding him more of my breasts, my nipples, almost bursting with the pleasure. Tan started pounding harder and I recognized he was reaching his own peak. His breathing was hard, almost gasps, as he labored for air as if he’d forgotten to breathe. I felt him stiffen, almost a board, and his cock swelled as he sent his own fluids to join mine in a thick stew of cum.
He collapsed to his side, not wanting to crush me.
“Oh, fuck! That was incredible. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“I enjoyed it immensely. I climaxed multiple times. Are you going to let me go now?”
“I don’t think so. We just perfected the sauce. I think we need to eat some more.”
I laughed. “Okay. I could use a few more bites of the perfected sauce. Lay it on me.”
He dipped another carrot in my cleft and fed it to me. “Yes, yes. This is the salty flavor it was lacking before. My compliments to the chef,” I said. “Another bite, please, some of the steak.”
He gave me piece of the steak and I chewed it with gusto. Following was more carrots, cucumber slices and celery. When he gave me another bite of steak, I exclaimed, “Best steak I ever tasted,” to his hearty laughter.
“Are you sure? I have some tube steak here you’ve enjoyed in the past.”
“Bring it on.”
I felt him move over me, felt his cock touch my lips. I opened my mouth and tried to capture it, but he moved it slightly until it was out of reach. I lay my head down and felt it brush against my lips again. I tried to nibble, but he moved again. He did it a third and fourth time.
“Do you want me to eat this steak of not,” I said, “because it seems you don’t.”
Tan laughed again and his rigid cock parted my lips. It tasted much the same as the sirloin before it except I wasn’t allowed to chew. While I sucked him, he licked and kissed my pussy, getting me all hot and bothered. I was enjoying this interlude with him. It was playful and fun and so much more exciting than the sex earlier in the day. Tan got up before he or I climaxed and I thought we were done, but instead of releasing me, I heard Tan leave the room and the sounds of him in the kitchen and I wondered what he was doing.
He came back and lay down beside me, kissing me on the mouth, then my breasts again until they peaked once more.
“Tell me what this is,” he whispered. I felt something large and thick fill me up. I moaned. It felt good. He started fucking me with it and I shivered, feeling myself close to another release.
“I don’t know. A dildo.” It felt like it could be one, though not glass, maybe a silicone or a spongy plastic.
“No, think food.”
“You’re fucking me with food?” I moaned, arching my back.
“Yes, now guess.”
It was too big to be a hot dog, too soft for any vegetable I could imagine. Maybe a larger sausage than a hot dog? “A kielbasa?” I guessed.
