“Close.”
I tried to think of what we had in the fridge. “A bratwurst?”
“Good guess,” he said.
“Oh, God, I’m going to cum.”
The idea of Tan fucking me with a bratwurst had me crazy with lust. I was pumping my hips up against his hand going nuts with desire. I climaxed, my pussy pulsing on the sausage. When my body stopped shivering, he fed it to me and I tasted my cum and his on the brat. After I took a bite, he did too, chewing it, then licking my breasts, leaving my nipples greasy and slick.
“Guess this next.”
Something else pushed into me, thicker than the last one, thicker than Tan. The outside was bumpy and it was relatively rigid, but not hard. Tan pumped it back and forth, encouraging me to orgasm again.
“A cucumber. You’re fucking me with a cucumber.”
“Yes. Do you like it? Do you like being fucked like this? Helpless, unable to see, legs spread open, unable to stop me from fucking you with whatever I want?”
I trembled wildly. It was crazy, it was insane, it was bizarre and twisted, but Tan had me so hot right now, I couldn’t stop myself. I climaxed again, moaning, crying his name, a confused mess. My orgasm over, he fed me the vegetable, warm, salty skin, heated by friction and my body; cool, crisp interior. He took a bite as well.
“Delicious,” he said. “All food should taste this good.”
I thought we’d be done now, but I felt something touch my clit and I thought it burned, and I cried out, thinking he was burning me. Suddenly, icy cold and I realized it was an ice cube. He slid four cubes into my pussy and they started to melt immediately, cold water leaking out and running down to my ass. Then his cock was in me again, pumping, thrusting.
“Oh, shit, that’s cold,” he said.
“Serves you right. I can’t believe you put ice cubes in me.”
“Feels good though, doesn’t it; the mixture of hot and cold, the friction, the water.”
It did feel good. I was ready to cum again, the water leaking out becoming warmer by the second. Tan grunted and sent another flood of cum into my pussy. He didn’t stop thrusting until I followed after him, shaking hard as I flexed around him. We were both panting wildly, gasping for air. Tan rolled to the side and more water leaked from my sheath.
“We’re going to have to change the sheets,” I said. “Water, cum, food grease, and heaven knows what else.”
“But it was fun, right? You had fun, didn’t you?”
“I enjoyed it. Very creative, but quite demented. I’m really starting to wonder about you, Tan. You have to let me go now. I need to go to the bathroom.”
He took off my mask and untied my legs. I started flexing them, trying to get the blood circulating again after being held spread apart for so long.
“Uh, where’s the key to the handcuffs?” Tan asked.
“What do you mean, where are the keys? Weren’t they in the cuffs or in the box?”
“They weren’t in the cuffs, and I don’t see them in the box.”
“How could you lock them on me without knowing where the keys were?” I asked. “If I don’t get out soon, I’m going to pee all over the bed.”
“Maybe they don’t need a key,” he suggested. “Kind of a ‘Gerald’s Game’ failsafe.”
“I don’t understand the reference. What’s ‘Gerald’s Game’?”
“‘Gerald’s Game’ is a Stephen King book. Couple who’s marriage is in a little trouble go up to their lake cabin when all the tourists are gone. They’re going to try a little bondage for fun and to reinvigorate their marriage. He dies of a heart attack after she’s secured to the bed and she almost dies of starvation and thirst before she figures a way out. At least, I think she got out. I don’t remember anymore. I’m not sure if there wasn’t a dog or a wolf in there too, maybe a burglar. All very Stephen Kingish, of course.”
“Well, you better check or find a whole bunch of towels, because I can’t hold it much longer.”
He started playing with the cuffs and all of a sudden, one of them released. “There it is. Kind of hidden by the fur lining.”
I pulled the empty cuff around the headboard slat and ran for the bathroom.
“Don’t you want me to take the other one off?” Tan called after me.
“It has to wait for more important business,” I shouted back. “Mother Nature calls.”
I made it to the toilet with seconds to spare. As soon as I sat down, my bladder released.
Wiping after I finished up, I returned to the bedroom and Tan showed me the release mechanism on the cuffs. “In case I have a heart attack at the wrong time.”
“Please don’t joke about that. Help me change the sheets, then we both need to take a shower. I’m a mess.”
“But a sexy mess.”
We changed the sheets. I threw out the rest of the food. I no longer knew what had been inside me, so it all went in the garbage. We showered. Tan wanted to have sex again after, but I told him enough was enough. I could feel his erection behind me as I fell asleep.
After Tan left at seven, I got the box of plugs and took the second largest out. I didn’t have lube; had never needed it. I did have vaseline, so I got some. This plug wasn’t too much larger than yesterday’s, but I still wanted something to help me get it in. Smearing on the vaseline, I put it against my crinkled rosebud and pushed it in. Not painful once inside, it was nevertheless uncomfortable, though I found myself becoming quickly accustomed to the feel of it. I took the picture and ensuring there was nothing in the photo to identify me, posted it to plugged bimbo babes. While my face was not visible, I now knew my bottom with a plug in it would exist forever on the internet.
I ate a bit of breakfast and headed to Shizuko’s. I arrived just as Erin was going out the door, dressed in some gym attire. I gave her a hug and asked how her tryout had gone.
“They said I needed to work out more, develop more strength and stamina. Thought I’d gotten by on my genetics and height okay, but if I want to play in the pros, I needed to get better. So, everyday I’m off to the gym for weight work and aerobics in the morning, a pick-up game in the afternoon. They said if I kept working at it, they’d take another look at me in three months.”
“It looks like the work is paying off. You look fabulous.”
“So do you. Apparently marriage agrees with you.”
“It does.”
“Suki told me what you’re doing. I hope I get back before you’re done. I’d like to catch up.”
“If we agree on some poses, I might be here for awhile.”
“Terrific. Ta-ta.”
Erin let me through the door and I found Suki rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“I don’t usually get up this early. If you’re going to insist on this ungodly hour, I’ll need to change my sleeping habits,” Suki said.
I needed to be out of the house early, before my blackmailer could find me, so I doubted I’d want to come later.
“I want to be home in time to make supper for Tan, so if we’re going to do this, it needs to be on the early side.”
“Do you need to eat anything?”
“Been there, done that,” I smiled, “but if you need something, go ahead.”
“Just toast and coffee. I’m not a morning person.”
“So, I figured.”
While she made what she needed and ate, we talked, catching up on the last three weeks. She asked about the honeymoon and marriage to Tan. I asked about her new commission and how her painting was going.
“How’s the sex with Tan?”
“I’m very happy with the sex,” I said. “Tan is a wonderful lover, most of the time.”
“Most of the time?”
“Yes. Let’s just say he can get a little eager at times and be a touch rough. Not violent, but hard and demanding. It can leave me sore. Sometimes, I don’t notice it when it’s happening because the sex is so good, but I wake up with sore lady parts.”
“But you like it enough, you’d be unwilling to play with the girls.”
“Pretty much.”
“Damn!” Suki said.
“Tan told me last night he’d like to have a threesome with me and another woman.”
“Really? Do you think you’ll do it?”
This might be an opportunity to explore whether Shizuko was involved; to see how curious she was about events.
“I don’t know. I don’t want to. I’m an old fashioned girl. Till death do us part, the whole nine yards, but life can take some unexpected twists. You never know what can happen.”
I wondered how she’d react, if she’d ask why I said that, but she kept the conversation directed toward herself. “Tell me about it. I never imagined myself as a lesbian when I was little. I mean, I knew I was different from other girls, but I thought it meant I wasn’t maturing as fast as my classmates and eventually I’d start being interested in boys. Never happened. It was girls all the way.”
“Do you think you could ever do it with a guy?”
“I’m a gold star lesbian. I’d hate to break my record.”
“What’s a gold start lesbian?” I asked.
“No cock ever. Pussy all the way.”
“Is Erin gold star too?”
“No. She might even be a little bi leaning. She loves it when I use a strap-on with her. She’d been with three or four guys before we got together; ten or twelve other girls, too. I was the more inexperienced of the two of us. I’d been with only three others before her. Of course, we’ve both been with others since.”
“You don’t practice monogamy with each other?”
“No. We’re confident in our relationship with each other, so either of us can be with someone else we find attractive, but most of the other times have been with others as a couple. Erin stays away from guys for my sake, but, other than that, she’s free to wander.”
“So, you’ve been in threesomes before?”
“Or more, but only with girls. We’d hoped you’d party with us, but there’s no accounting for taste. Let’s get started. Why don’t you take your clothes off and we’ll get you posed over here in the light.”
She hadn’t taken the bait. Not at all interested in why I said strange things happen. Of course, she could already know about the strange things, so didn’t need further information. Maybe I should leave the detective work to the experts.
“Tan was hoping we could do some quick sketches today to maybe pick out some poses for the actual works.”
“I was planning on doing that anyway. It gives me an idea of the direction I want to go. I use charcoal though, not pencil. I like the darker lines. It’s more dramatic and tells me more. Put your clothes on the stool over there.”
I removed the clothes and folded them, stacking them out of the way.
“Brenda, what is that thing in your ass?”
Shit! I’d forgotten all about the butt plug, it had stopped even registering in my consciousness. I suppose some version of the truth needed to be said.
“It’s a butt plug.”
“I know what it is. Why is there one in your ass?”
“You girls all convinced me I might enjoy having anal sex. I read up on it and it suggested using plugs to help prepare you for the act. I’m trying to get my bottom ready for Tan. He’s quite large.”
“Does he know you’re going to give him your ass?”
“No. I’m trying to surprise him. Do I need to take it out so it isn’t in your sketches?”
“I can ignore it for the sketches. They won’t be that detailed. They’d have to come out for the real works as it will ruin the lines, at least while I’m doing your buttocks.”
“Good. I want to surprise him.”
Suki came over and posed me. She was professional at all times, never making me feel as if she wanted me for anything more than a model, even though I knew she did. Each sketch took fifteen or twenty minutes to do, then she’d move me into a new pose for another one. We broke for a lunch of fruit and salad, then back to work. As I posed for her, we talked about lots of different things. I asked her why being with other people didn’t hurt her relationship with Erin.
“We love each other. I think we’ll always love each other. Everyone else is just pussy, a way to get off, like masturbating. We couldn’t be upset if the other one masturbated.”
“But is it? Is it really no different than masturbation? There are feelings and emotions involved with being with others.” I’d felt emotions when I’d kissed Kathy and Stan, but I liked them anyway, so maybe there was a difference. “You can’t fall in love with your hand or a vibrator. How does the other person you’re with feel about being nothing more than your sex toy?”
“I never gave it much thought. Look, they all know how committed Erin and I are to one another, especially if we’re having sex as a couple. If they expect more than some momentary pleasure, they’re deluding themselves. We certainly never promised them more. On the other hand, we don’t see anyone else more than one or two, maybe three times, max. I suppose if you continue seeing someone, you could develop deeper feelings for them, but we don’t want to. We’re happy with each other. We can have our cake and eat it too. If I find someone attractive, I can have sex with them without messing up my relationship with Erin and if I need a more emotional connection, that’s what I have Erin for. It works for us.”
“I met another married couple on my honeymoon. They were in an open marriage, having sex with other people. I didn’t see how they could do it without jealousy, knowing their spouse was fucking other people.”
“Fucking, Brenda? I’ve heard you use that word maybe twice before since I’ve known you.”
“That’s what it would be, wouldn’t it? You can’t call it making love anymore, because it’s not for love; it’s for sex. Slam, bam, thank you, ma’am, and be on your way.”
“But wouldn’t you want it if you could have it? Have sex with anyone you found sexy without emotional repercussions and recriminations? Just enjoy the moment and know Tan wouldn’t care, wouldn’t say anything because he was free to do the same?”
I had enjoyed myself, having sex with other people, despite desperately not wanting to. The sex was good no matter how much I hated the circumstances, or even the persons I was having sex with. Guys 1 and 2 had been jerks, but they still made me cum buckets. The black gentleman had been kind and considerate and a fantastic lover. Would I have enjoyed my time with him more if I wasn’t worried about Tanner finding out and leaving me? Probably. It would have been nice having a choice in the matter. I would never have chosen the dicks in the club, without worrying about the time limit imposed on me. But I’d felt jealous when Tan kissed the nearly nude Kathy. It was why I’d started kissing her myself, so he wouldn’t be kissing her as often. I suspected he was jealous of Stan and it was why he couldn’t wait to fuck me before they left. He was showing Stan I was his, not Stan’s. I might be able to kiss Stan, but I was Tan’s to fuck. I didn’t know how not to be jealous, and neither did Tan.
“I don’t think I could do it. I would hate for Tan to have sex with another woman, and Tan’s told me he could never forgive me if I was with another man.”
“There goes your chances of being in a threesome, because it has to be one or the other. I guess that means we’re all put together differently, though I admit I would be devastated if I thought Erin was falling in love with another woman. The sex itself means nothing.”
Another thing Suki asked about was if I’d used her gift yet.
“Last night, as a matter of fact.”
“Who got tied down?”
“Me.”
“How did you like it?”
“It was interesting.”
“Interesting? What the hell does that mean?”
“Things happened.”
“You can’t tell me it was interesting and that things happened without giving me details. Come on, girlfriend, spill.”
“It’s too embarrassing.”
“More embarrassing than modeling nude for your lesbian friend?”
“Much more.”
“Now you have to tell me.”
“I can’t. I could never face you again.”
“Oh my God, Brenda. You can’t leave me hanging. You have to tell me. I tell you what; don’t tell me. Look at the couch and tell the couch.”
“If I tell the couch and you happen to hear it, you have to promise me you’ll never tell another soul, not Erin, not anyone, ever. If you do, I’ll hate you until the day you die.”
“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
I looked at her a few moments and seeing she seemed serious, I faced the couch and said, “While I was tied down, Tan fucked me with a bratwurst and a cucumber, and I climaxed with both. Then he put ice cubes in my pussy and fucked me and I orgasmed some more.”
I shut up and waited for her to burst into laughter. Hearing nothing, I turned to look at her. She was still drawing. “Well,” I said.
“I thought you were going to tell me you’d done something really bad or strange,” Suki said, working on the sketch, apparently unaffected by my weirdness.
“What? That wasn’t strange enough for you?” I asked.
“Okay, the bratwurst was a new one on me. How was it?” Suki tried keeping a straight face, but finally started laughing, bending over she was laughing so hard.
I started laughing with her, unable to resist her merriment. “I did say I orgasmed.”
“Yes, yes you did. Was it greasy?” She giggled. “Did Tan lick you clean afterward?”
“No, the cucumber came afterward. The licking came later, much later.”
“Oh, I love it. Brenda Tan, the straightest, most prim and proper person I know, fucked with a bratwurst and cumming. I wish now I hadn’t promised not to tell. This is too good.”
“You don’t think the cucumber was as funny?”
“Well, I suppose I would if I hadn’t been fucked with a cucumber myself, and a Coke bottle too, a small one, but a bratwurst is pretty damn good.” She continued laughing. “What makes it better is it was you. If anyone else told me, it wouldn’t be half as funny. So Tan has a little bit of kink to him, huh? This is so good.”
“You’ve been fucked with a Coke bottle?”
“Right up the old pussy. That was a stretch, let me tell you, even a small one.”
“How can you still call yourself a gold star lesbian?” I asked, still laughing.
“It wasn’t a cock, that’s why.”
“So you’re not a gold star Coke drinker, but you’re still a gold star lesbian?”
Suki started laughing harder. “You got it sister.”
“What about the ice cube thing?”
“My ice cubes were up the butt while Erin fucked my pussy with a strap-on. It sure is cold, isn’t it?”
“That’s what Tan thought too.”
It took five minutes for us to stop laughing so we could get back to work.
Erin got back before we wrapped it up, before I was dressed again, and she also commented on my butt plug. I’d forgotten about it once more.
“Ignore it, Erin. She’s just preparing her ass so Tan can fuck her there.” They kissed, reminding me they loved each other.
“Oh.” Nothing more, just an ‘oh’ because it was somehow so commonplace. I got dressed and we started looking through Suki’s sketches.
“These are beautiful, Brenda,” Erin said. “You could do this for a living. They pay live models $200 an hour for your time.”
“What, nude? I’m worried about my face and body showing up now in someone’s home now. If every person in an art class was drawing me, I’d be everywhere.”
“So?” Erin said.
“It’s embarrassing to think my nude body is going to be hanging in someone’s house. That people can stare at me in all my naked glory, maybe masturbate to me or something. It’s why I don’t want my face in the picture. If people could actually recognize who I was, I’d be mortified.”
“So? Glory is the key word there. You’re glorious, and certainly don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I’d love a body like yours,” Erin replied.
“You have a great body, tall, athletic, strong.”
“My tits are too small. Yours are perfect. Besides, I’ve done nude modeling. It’s no big deal.”
“You and Suki have sex with other people. We’re not the same.”
“I’d love it if you were.”
“Tan said he’d be interested in a threesome with another woman,” Suki said, “but Brenda doesn’t do girls and Tan doesn’t do boys, so both will end up disappointed.”
“I don’t really want another man either,” I said, “not just another girl. Two seems right to me when it comes to sex. Three seems too many.”
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“You should really do one of these for your portfolio, Suki,” Erin said. “These are great and might get you some more work in faces and figures, expand your work past landscapes and still lifes.”
“Would you and Tan object to doing one for myself to add to my portfolio?” Suki asked.
“I suppose it would be okay if it followed the same guidelines and didn’t show my face when I’m nude.”
“Wonderful. Why don’t you take pictures of these sketches you and Tan pick out those I can start work on. I have to finish my commission first, and I’ll do Tan’s next.”
Shooting the sketches on my phone, I took pictures of each while Erin was holding it up for me.
When I had them all, Suki showed me the three she’d most like to do for her patron. One of them had me lying on the couch. My head was bent back and my arm was flung over my face. My legs were slightly parted, clearly showing my sex and my breasts were both visible. It was a beautiful picture, but one of those which exposed more of me than most of the others.
Another one had me standing and was from behind me. My legs were slightly apart, but all I exposed was my buttocks and back with a hint of the side of a breast. My head was turned down and to the left, but my hair cascaded down masking my face. Since it showed less of me than the many of the others, it was the one I would have picked. In the last one, I was turned more to the side, so my left breast was visible, as were my back and butt. My right hand was on my ass and my head was turned that way so my face was behind my head and hair again. It would have been my second choice of the three.
Suki thanked me for helping her out and I hugged both before heading home. I stopped at a Thai restaurant as I wouldn’t have time to cook, remove my plug and shower before Tan got home and most of our leftovers were used last night.
After eating, I showed Tan the pictures explaining which three Suki was most interested in using, pointing to the one I liked most. Instead of picking either of those I was most interested, he picked the one of me lying down with my sex exposed. Once again, he surprised me with his willingness to share the intimate details of my body, but I didn’t need the Louvre speech again, so I didn’t say anything.
For himself, he picked one of me standing, facing the artist. My feet were about a shoulders width apart and I was standing hipshot, my weight on one leg more than the other. My sex and face were both visible and I had a look of defiance or indifference on my face as if I was daring anyone to comment on my nudity. It was a great picture, but showed far too much of me considering you could clearly see it was me.
“Where do you think you’re going to hang this, Tan?”
“In the study, or maybe our bedroom.”
“Everyone can tell it’s me.”
“It’s our picture in our house, not hanging in someone else’s house or a museum.”
“If it’s in our study or bedroom, other people will see it. You’ll be showing your naked wife to whoever sees it. People go into your study all the time, and don’t give me the Louvre explanation. It might have worked on our honeymoon where no one else knew me. People who know me will see it in our house. They will know it’s me and what my naked body looks like. Your friend Geoff will see it. It’s hard enough keeping his hands off me now without showing him my naked body. I can see him now masturbating to images of that picture stuck in his demented little head.”
“He probably masturbates to you in a swimsuit. What difference does it make if it’s you in a swimsuit or you naked?”
“You’re not making me feel better, Tan. I don’t want him masturbating to me at all, under any circumstances, but seeing me naked will make it seem a whole lot worse. We can’t be responsible for what’s in his twisted brain, but I don’t need to feed it either. You know every one of my girlfriends had to quit dancing with him because he was putting his hands on them. He got handsy with me, putting his hand just above my ass instead of my waist. I don’t know why he’s your friend.”
“Because we’ve known each other since grade school.”
“That’s not a very good reason for excusing most of his behavior.”
“If he gets fresh with you, tell me. I’ll make him stop.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you he’s getting fresh. He shouldn’t do it if he’s your friend. If he does it anyway, I don’t see how you can keep calling him a friend.”
“We’ll hang it in our bedroom then. Geoff rarely goes in there.”
“Which is not the same as never goes in there. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so clearly me. Can’t you pick another one?”
“I like this one the best.”
“It’s a great picture, Tan. I like it myself, but I don’t want to be showing myself nude to all your friends.”
“Are you ignoring the fact you’re nude for your friend doing the paintings?”
“No, but she’s a woman and she’s seen me naked before, in the locker room. It’s not the same.”
“A woman and a lesbian. Are you so sure she isn’t masturbating to images of you right now?”
That shut me up. Would Suki masturbate while picturing me naked? I guess it could be happening. Or Suki and Erin could be making love while they both imagined my naked body. Did it bother me? A little, maybe, but not nearly as much as Geoff’s smirking face beating his meat while he imagined me nude. Was it sexist of me? Thinking Suki didn’t make as much difference as Geoff did? Then realized it wasn’t about gender, it was about Geoff. Stan had seen me naked, had even watched me masturbate and get fucked. If he was thinking about me now and masturbating, it wouldn’t bother me nearly as much as if it were Geoff.
“No, it’s mostly Geoff. If Stan were masturbating to images of me naked, I wouldn’t care as much as if it were Geoff.”
We argued about it for several more minutes, but eventually, I acquiesced to his desire to have this one. It was another by-product of my blackmailer. I felt guilty for what was happening, what I was doing outside of my marriage, and as a result, I didn’t want to deny Tan anything if he wanted it bad enough. Knowing my blackmailer was going to fuck my ass meant I wanted to give it to Tan first. I’d given my oral virginity to my blackmailer before my husband, and I didn’t want him to have my anal virginity first. If we couldn’t stop him before the time came to give him my ass, I’d let Tan have me first.
He chose the picture of me from the rear for Suki’s portfolio picture, I think as a sop to me for picking the other one for our house. It wasn’t enough to make me feel better. If he didn’t care enough about me not to show my naked body to anyone who showed up at our house, maybe I should take a job as a nude model and let everyone have my naked body hanging in their house. It felt too much like biting off my nose, so I let the impulse die.
Tan tried to have sex with me after, but I wasn’t in the mood. I wasn’t totally enraged, but I wasn’t much in a loving frame of mind either.
Before he went to sleep, he told me he was playing racquetball tomorrow afternoon.
“Fine. I’m going over to Tiffany’s anyway.” I turned over and went to sleep.
Tan worked in his study in the morning. I was still peevish, so I didn’t bother trying to coax him from its confines. Before he left, Tan told me he’d grab a bite with the racquetball buddy, so eat what I wanted at supper. It seemed like the longest extended time we’d been mad at each other. Even the day after the poker game seemed friendlier once I was up then today did. I wasn’t even sure it was his fault I detested Geoff so much. If he asked me to give up Tiffany, I’d balk as much as he had, though to my way of thinking, they weren’t even in the same league of detestability even if he didn’t like her, though he liked her fine. Unless Tiffany was my betrayer, but if she was, I wouldn’t cling to her as a friend anymore.
Maybe it was more he didn’t seem to respect my feelings about my modesty and not wanting my nude picture in the house. It was one more thing to worry about when guests came over.
I texted Suki about the three pictures we’d chosen and she was happy with all three. I’m glad someone was happy. I had a sandwich before going to Tiffany’s. Assuming we’d have some wine, I didn’t want go on an empty stomach. Tiffany had let me know Yvonne and Tammie could make it today, Donna was working. Her schedule included working one out of every three weekends. Yvonne was there when I got there and Tammie arrived five minutes later.
As much as I wanted to relax without boundaries with my friends, my doubts about them couldn’t help but interfere with my ability to get close. I answered their questions, but there was so much I couldn’t tell them, so much I didn’t think I could trust them with. All three of them sensed my reserve and finally, Tiffany said something.
“You’re not telling us something. What is it?”
“Like what? You want me to spell out all the times we had sex?”
“No, I don’t. I mean I’d like to know you’re happy, and Tan is treating you all right, but it’s like you’re sad. You say everything’s hunky dory, but you don’t act like it.”
“Do you feel the same?” I asked the other two.
“To be honest,” Yvonne said, “yeah.”
“You’re one of the cheeriest people I know,” Tammie said. “So chirpy it can be sickening at times. You’re not cheery today. It’s like you’re on another planet and phoning it in.”
Crap!. One of the problems with having good friends. It was hard to pull anything over on them; they knew you too well.
“Well, Tan and I had a kind of fight last night. It wasn’t much, but it dragged on through today, so I guess that’s it.”
“What kind of fight. He isn’t hurting you, is he?” Yvonne asked.
“No, the only time he hurts me is if he screws me too hard. This fight was about something else. I’m posing nude for Suki for a commissioned project she got…”
“Wait a minute!” Tiffany said. “You, Brenda Ong, virgin extraordinaire, are posing nude for Suki?”
“Yes, except for the Ong part. It’s Tan now.”
“Damn, girl!” Yvonne said. “What’s the fight about; you posing nude or him not being able to watch.”
“Neither, really. Tan and I got rights of refusal on the picture. I didn’t want my face with my naked body, but Suki promised to do a painting which was more generic and my face wouldn’t be visible. In return for my help and Tan’s permission, she promised Tan a painting of his own. Tan picked one where it’s very clear who I am and I’m fully exposed and he wants to hang it in the house where anyone can see it. We fought about it. It’s bad enough I’m posing, but to know anyone can see the finished product and know it’s me, upset me horribly. He didn’t care if I was upset. It’s the one he wants.”
“Have you got the pictures with you,” Tammie said, “so we can weigh in on the subject?”
“These are the three Suki will be painting,” I showed them the text I sent to Shizuko with the three identified.
Tiffany said, “These are nice. I wouldn’t mind having any one of them hanging in my home. I can see why Tan likes the one he likes and why you don’t. What made you decide to pose nude anyway. It doesn’t sound like the Brenda I know at all. Has marriage changed your sense of propriety that much? You never would have posed nude three weeks ago, under any circumstances.”
What could I say to them? Mere nudity didn’t matter all that much in the current scheme of things. That fucking and sucking strange men was far more concerning to me? That to avoid the one, posing naked for Suki at her house was better than staying at mine to be raped? I couldn’t say any of it, particularly if one of them was my betrayer, but if they were, they probably already knew.
“Let me say you’re at least partly responsible for my savoir-faire attitude toward nudity, Tammie. Those swimsuits you gave me weren’t much better than bare. Tan liked me to wear them and even encouraged me to go topless on occasion. I didn’t die in the process, so I guess I’m a little more relaxed about nudity. It helped nobody knew me on St. Lucia. It’s partly why I’m upset now. This painting isn’t going to be displayed in Timbuktu where no one knows me from Eve, but in my own apartment where you can look from my face to the painting and know who posed for it.”
“We can see your point,” Yvonne said. “Out of curiosity, did Suki do any others?”
“Oh, yes, about ten of them. They’re in my phone too.” I pulled open the photo app and showed them all to them.
“Well, now we’ve figured why you’re so edgy, can we talk a little about the sex thing. You did say Tan screwed you too hard,” Tammie said.
“Sometimes. Not often. He is fairly big and if he’s driving, he can leave me a little sore.”
“How big is he?” Yvonne asked.
“Do you still have that glass dildo you were demonstrating blow jobs on?” I asked Tiffany.
“Like I would ever give it up. I’ll get it.” Tiffany got up and disappeared for a couple minutes, returning with the same one we’d practiced on before.
She handed it to me. “Tan is about this long.” I put my finger almost an inch more past the tip of dildo. “And about this big around.” I circled my fingers around it but leaving space to show approximately another half inch or so in diameter.
“Be still my beating heart,” Yvonne said, fanning her face with her hand. “He’s magnifico.”
“No wonder you get sore once in awhile,” Tammie said. “He’s ginormous.”
“Most of the time, it’s okay,” I said. “But if he’s had a little too much to drink, or climaxed two or three times already, he can go for a long while.”
“He’s still going after cumming two or three times,” Tiffany said. “Does he have a brother, or a cousin? Please tell me there’s a long lost relative who looks like him somewhere in the family tree?”
“You’ve met the whole family, sorry.”
“And for the most part, you get along?” Tammie asked.
“For the most part. I know marriages require compromise and you can’t always get what you want, but I wish he had as much respect for my modesty as I do. For someone who claims he’d go berserk if I ever fooled around on him, he certainly doesn’t mind people getting an eyeful. The first day of our honeymoon, we made love in the tub.”
They looked at each other for a moment. “So,” Yvonne said, “big deal.”
“You don’t understand. The tub was outside the bungalow on the deck. We were seen by four people in a boat who were cheering us on. I was mortified. We went swimming nude, sixty-nined in the hammock outside. Thank God it was dark for both of those. It’s like he wanted people to see me naked. It’s the way I feel about the picture. That he wants others to see me buck ass bare.”
Not to mention playing strip poker with our friends and fucking me in front of them. I’d played because he’d wanted it, not because I wanted to. If not for feeling guilty all the time, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to some of desires. My blackmailer was not only doing what he did, but giving Tan little pry bars to my psyche which he was using to peel away my normal sense of modesty. I’d admit it would probably be somewhat beneficial to loosen up some from how I had been, but instead of losing any sense of reserve slowly over the course of time, it was being forcibly ripped away with a jackhammer.
“Does he give a reason for his behavior?” Tiffany asked
“He says he’s proud of me, my beauty, and he was the one who captured my heart and soul, and he wants people to be envious of him. His line is, ‘you don’t hide the Mona Lisa in the basement. You give her a prominent display in the Louvre.’ I love he thinks I’m beautiful, but I want to be beautiful for him, not every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the street.”
“I can see where his attitude would drive you nuts, Brenda,” Tiffany said. “You were always the least flamboyant and most conservative person in the group. We could try talking to him for you. Maybe we could convince him to respect your boundaries where you can’t.”
“I appreciate your offer, but I think it’s something I should work out with him. I can’t go running to my girlfriends or mother every time we have a dispute. Maybe it won’t be as bad as I think. Maybe I’ll get used to being nude from posing for Suki. Or maybe he’ll change his mind and let me keep it in the closet. I’lll let him pull it out every couple weeks to look at it.”
“It probably is best you work things out with him,” Tammie said. “You wouldn’t like it if his boy posse started trying to change your behavior.”
“Ugh, especially Geoff,” Yvonne said.
“I’m so glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks he’s a slimy weasel,” I said. “I don’t know what Tan sees in him. I know they’ve been friends forever, but he is such a pig.”
“Tell me about it,” Tiffany said. “I had to take his hands off my ass twice while we were dancing before I finally gave up and left him on the dance floor.”
“Tammie, I have a favour to ask,” I said.
“What? You know I’ll try to help any way I can.”
“I want to learn how to deep throat like you do,” I said. “I’d love to surprise Tan one day and be able to do it for him.” Plus my blackmailer had given me three weeks to learn.
Another example of how my blackmailer was affecting me. I enjoyed fellatio enough with Tan to realize I might eventually learn how to deep throat him naturally, but I had three weeks to learn. I had to force myself to learn now instead of letting it occur normally over time. The same with anal sex. Though the thought of it didn’t appeal to me, I might have eventually succumbed to Tan’s desire to do it given how much I loved him. But it wouldn’t occur as a natural result of my growing love and becoming a more sexual animal over time, it was being forced upon me within a month of the first time I’d ever had sex. I was sitting around with my girlfriends with a butt plug in my ass waiting for my back door to be deflowered within the week and it would be my blackmailer taking it instead of my husband unless I allowed him to take it first. I was being forced past all my natural boundaries and inclinations before I was ready.
“Even after you bitched about him?” Yvonne asked. I jerked myself back to my life.
“I still love the guy. On the whole, he makes me happy. I’d like to make him happy too.”
“I wouldn’t mind learning either,” Yvonne said.
“Or me. Sounds like pizza and wine time,” Tiffany added.
“I don’t know if I can teach it. I don’t think about it, I just do it,” Tammie said.
“Maybe we can figure out how you’re doing it if we watch you do it enough,” I said.
Tiffany ordered the pizza and while we waited for it to arrive, we sipped on an Italian chianti and I talked about some of my other escapades on my honeymoon. None that really mattered and I kept the identity of my new friends from them. I talked about the sunset cruise, snorkeling, water skiing, the dining, the massage, but all as if Tan and I were alone or in a large group, not with new friends. Somehow, I considered I needed them to be secret if in the future, they could be of help. Its like I couldn’t trust my girlfriends with the knowledge they existed. It was Kathy who suggested a private detective, and right now, my girlfriends were being investigated to see if one of them was traitorous.
The pizza arrived and I encouraged them to bring me up to date on their lives as I was running out of things I felt I could discuss with them. Tiffany had a new boyfriend. Yvonne was getting somewhat serious with her lad, and Tammie was still playing the field. Tammie was the gender opposite of Tan before he met me, a player. I believe her longest relationship to date was a month. The only one with shorter relationship spans was Maria, who seldom went longer than two dates before moving on. As she was an admitted bisexual, it was never terribly hard to find the next one. It was hard to know she even dated as some were so brief.
We finally killed the pizza and the bottle and all settled down to have Tammie demonstrate her skills once more. She looked up at the ceiling and slid the dildo down her throat, leaving it there for fifteen to twenty seconds, then pulling it out. It looked simple enough to watch her do it. With a roll of paper towels, it was wiped off and given to Yvonne. She made a valiant effort, but still had over an inch left to go when she gave up. Another wipe and Tiffany took a hand. She didn’t get it quite as far as Yvonne, though she tried longer. Then it was my turn. I believe I did better than the first time I’d tried, but didn’t get it down as deep as Tiffany.
“Isn’t there something you can say, something you’re doing that might help us?” I asked.
“Not really. I mean I’ve always liked giving head, and I did it a lot, and one day I got one all the way in. I’ve been able to do it ever since, but don’t really know why.”
“Show us again,” I said, “and go as slow as you can. Maybe we can see something.” I handed her the dildo.
She did the same thing and as slowly as she could, lowered the glass into her throat.
“Wait,” Yvonne said. “Are you swallowing right now?”
Tammie couldn’t respond; her mouth full, but nodded slightly. It continued on down and I thought I could see what Yvonne was asking, her throat was moving up and down as if she were swallowing. It reached bottom and started back up, going quickly as she’d taken longer to get it all down.
Tammie sputtered a little when she pulled it out. “Yes, I was swallowing.”
“Is that the trick then?” I asked.
“I don’t know for sure, but you can try it.”
She handed it to me and I wiped it off. I tried to do exactly as Tammie did, holding it the same way, with the bend following my throat and slowly inserted it. As soon as I reached the point I usually started choking and gagging, I swallowed several times very fast and I felt it go deeper. I swallowed some more and it went deeper and suddenly, my fingers were at my lips.
“Holy shit! Brenda done it,” Yvonne said. “She got it all the way down. Let me try again.”
I pulled it out and handed it to her. She wiped it off and soon had it all the way in her throat. Tiffany tried it next and did the same.
“So that’s the trick; to swallow when you swallow,” Yvonne said. “Who’d a thunk it?”
“Makes a certain amount of sense though,” Tiffany said. “I didn’t choke on that pizza I just ate.”
“And you discovered this by accident?” I asked Tammie.
“Apparently so, because you folks figured it out, not me.”
“The only issue is whether Tan’s extra size can be accommodated the same way the dildo was,” I said.
“The one thing to remember is glass is extremely rigid. Tan’s cock will have some flexibility. It does make it easier,” Tammie said.
“Well, gals. I hate to suck and run, but I’m sure my boyfriend will want to enjoy the benefits of my new found skills,” Yvonne said.
“I should get going too,” I said. “Tan is eating out with his racquetball buddy, but perhaps we can have some make up sex later. Maybe I’ll light a few candles and put some romantic music on. Tiffany, thank you for having me over and providing the wine and pizza.”
She hugged me. “Don’t mention it. I’m glad you came over. I was beginning to think you didn’t care for us anymore.”
It wasn’t Tiffany specifically. I didn’t know who to trust anymore. I needed to be careful. I hugged the others as well, thanking Tammie specifically for the lessons.
My car was in guest parking and I headed down to the lot. I got a text and wondered if Tan was contacting me.
Get in the gray van three positions away from your own car. Climb in the back.
Fuck! He found me again. Did this mean one of the three women at Tiffany’s was my betrayer? One of my three closest friends? This place was closer to the detective agency, and rush hour traffic wasn’t as bad. Perhaps they could get here quickly. I sent a fast text with my address and a description of the vehicle I was getting in, then thought of the license plate on the back of the van and took a quick picture. Jolene sent a quick response saying she was on the way, but since it was Saturday, no one was working except those on specific cases, so she said it might be forty minutes before she got there.
I turned off my phone and climbed into the back of the van. My blackmailer was sitting there, that fucking smile on his face, the mask covering the top of his head.
“Close the door behind you unless you want the rest of the world watching you fuck and suck, slut.”
I closed the door and he said, “Strip.”
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I tried to drag it out as long as I could to give Jolene a chance to get here, but he told me he’d rip the clothes off me and I could go home naked if I didn’t hurry, so I sped up.
When I was naked and kneeling in the back of the van, he said, “Put this on.” He tossed me a mask. “Put it over your head.”
“Why?”
He slapped me, his hand whipping out, stinging, but not hard. “Because I said so.”
“If you slap me again, my husband will wonder why I’ve hand marks on my face. Are you willing to give up my obedience so easily?”
“Right now, I don’t see much obedience. I see a rebellious slut who won’t do what she’s told.” He looked at me and I stared right back, daring him to hit me again. He smiled evilly. “I thought you wanted your identity hidden. You put on the mask, the person joining us won’t know who you are. I guess if you don’t care who knows you’re a whore, leave the mask off.”
I put on the mask. I found not only did it hide who I was, I couldn’t see either. I wouldn’t know who else would fuck me. Did I really want to know? I preferred it to be some faceless, anonymous cock, guy number three. Four, really. I never knew the name of the older black gentleman on the beach. Just one more anonymous prick for my pussy. Only my mouth was open and I had a good idea why it wasn’t covered. He took my hand and held it to his crotch. His cock was already hard.
“You know what to do.” Unfortunately, I did.
Fumbling for his zipper, I pulled it down and released his erection, putting my mouth over him, enveloping his cock. He grabbed my hair in both hands, controlling my head. I heard the van door open behind me and started to pull off, suddenly afraid. He wouldn’t let go of my hair and pulled me back over his cock. The person behind me slapped my ass, startling me, and an electronic sounding voice said, “Hold still, slut.” I heard another zipper and his cock centered itself on my cunt and tried to push in. He felt nearly as big as Tan.
“You’re dry,” the one behind me said.
I couldn’t reply with my blackmailer’s cock in my mouth. I wanted to say, “I’m being raped without any preparation. What the fuck do you expect?” I merely grunted, drooling saliva around the cock in my mouth. I supposed I could try deep throating the bastard to get him to finish earlier, but I wanted Tan to be the first one to own my throat, not my rapist. I felt some lube being spread on my sex, and his second attempt to penetrate me went much better than the first. I grunted again as he slammed into my cunt.
“I’m glad to see you’re wearing a plug today,” my blackmailer said. “I wasn’t sure you’d do it on the weekend with your husband around. It will make it so much easier for you when I take your ass.”
Sadly for me, the plug in my ass and the cock in my cunt made me very full. The asshole behind me wanted me to cum for him, so he started playing first with my plug, then with my clit. The one fucking my mouth used a hand to control my head by my hair while his other hand went to my dangling breasts and started caressing them, gently to start, but increasingly harshly. Despite the ill treatment, my nipples puckered and grew hard. The weight, the heaviness, which signaled an impending orgasm began to grow in my belly and sex. The guy fucking me was skilled, using long, hard strokes, running the full length of his cock up my pussy. I grew wet enough, lubricant would no longer have been necessary and despite myself, I began to moan around the cock in my mouth.
My moaning was the signal the guy behind me needed to fuck me harder and faster. My intention of saving my throat for Tan was negated by the pounding behind me driving me deeper on his cock. I had to swallow to keep from gagging and as I did, my blackmailer slipped all the way down my throat.
“Didn’t even take you three weeks to learn, whore. You’re deep throating me already. What a fucking slut.”
I tried to fight it; everything - the self-disgust and self-loathing, my impending orgasm, the way my throat opened up to my blackmailer, the way my cunt opened to the pounding cock. No matter how hard I fought, I could not impede the oncoming eruption and finally, I surrendered. I surrendered my mouth, and he drove repeatedly into my throat until he climaxed down my gullet. I barely tasted his seed, it shot so far past my taste buds. I surrendered my cunt and orgasmed over the thick cock, clutching it like a long lost love, as he grunted and released his own load, and I surrendered what dignity and self respect I had as I screamed my release.
“Fuck me,” I cried. “Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard.”
My blackmailer laughed, his laugh as evil as his smile. “Well said, slut.” Their balls drained and organs shrinking, I collapsed to the floor of the van. I heard a zipper and the door behind me opened and closed.
“Give me the mask and get out,” he said.
I removed the mask and handed it to him and started to put on my clothes. “Sluts don’t need clothes. Get out. Get out now!” He opened the side door of the van and started to push me out. I had to jump out to keep from falling out. He threw my clothes at me, most of them falling to the ground. He tossed my purse after me. Crouching between the cars to keep from being seen, I scrambled to gather my things. I didn’t even try to put my underwear back on, going for the blouse and skirt to cover myself as quickly as possible. I tossed the underwear in my purse. As I walked to my car, I could feel cum running down my leg.
Getting into my car, I used some tissues to clean my cunt, but there wasn’t anything I could do for my soul. It was black as hades.
I called Jolene. “They just left; are you following them?”
“I got close enough to spot the van, but they were too far away for me to stick with them. They got away.”
“Would a picture of the license plate help track them down?”
“You got a picture?”
“Yes, just before I climbed in the back.”
“Good girl. Way to use your head. How bad was it?”
“It was bad.”
“Do you need to go home or can you come to the office?”
I glanced at my watch. I don’t know what time Tan would be expecting me, but it was still fairly early. He might be just sitting down to eat.
“I can come to the office.”
“I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes,” Jolene said.
Driving back to their office, I found Jolene waiting at the building door to let me in. She locked the door and we took the elevator to their floor. On the elevator, I started crying and hanging on to Jolene for dear life. She patted me and soothed me and tried to ease the aching in my heart. It was pretty much a lost cause. I was still sobbing five minutes after I’d taken a seat in her office.
“What happened this time?” She asked as I started running out of tears.
I told her all the sordid details, including being pushed out of the van naked.
“That bastard! God, I’d love to have five minutes alone with that fuck,” Jolene said. “You climaxed again, didn’t you?”
“I did. I was begging to be fucked when I did.”
“I thought so. I doubt you would have been as upset if you hadn’t. It makes it worse, doesn’t it?”
“A thousand times worse.”
“I know. Believe me, I know. Why don’t you show me that picture you took, let me run it?”
She took my phone and ran the license plate number in the photo. “Shit! This comes back to a 2015 Toyota Corolla. They must have stolen the plate.”
“What?”
“Sometimes thieves will steal the license plates off cars at airports or parking garages. Sometimes they replace them with another plate so you don’t notice, other times they leave it empty. The first time you notice unless you’re really observant is you’re getting pulled over for no license plate.”
“So this license plate won’t give us any information?”
“I’m afraid not. We can tell the owner of the Corolla to double check his car for the correct plate. This guy’s a clever bastard, I’ll give him that.” She made a note.
“He was waiting for me outside Tiffany’s place,” I said. “Does this mean one of them is my Judas?”
“Not necessarily, although it makes a case for one of them being the one. We already mentioned he may have cameras at your friends waiting for you to show up. That reminds me. Give me your purse.”
I handed her my purse and setting it down on her desk, she disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with an electronic gadget. She turned it on and ran it all around my purse, but apparently, didn’t find anything of interest as she got a scowl on her face.
“There’s nothing in your purse, but I getting a very faint signal, like there’s a bug somewhere nearby.”
“They couldn’t bug your office, could they?”
“How the hell would they know we’re working for you,” Jolene said.
“If they followed me here.”
“Unlikely, but I suppose anything’s possible.”
Jolene got up and started moving around the office. I could hear the device giving off a low tone, fairly faint. As she got closer to me, the tone got louder.
“Could you stand up please, so I can check your chair.”
I moved away and Jolene swept the chair and the tone remained faint. She moved closer to me and it got louder again.
“What have you got on?” She asked.
“Only my blouse and skirt. My underwear are in the purse.”
She ran it over my top and the tone got loud, but when she ran it over the skirt, it went berserk.
“I hate to ask,” she said, “but can you remove your skirt.”
Hell! Jolene had already seen me naked. She wasn’t going to see anything she hadn’t seen before, so I handed her my skirt, standing in her office with a bare ass. She ran the device over the skirt and the tone was normal, but as soon as she ran it over my nether regions, it screeched.
She had me turn around and saw the plug in my ass.
“Is that one of the plugs the blackmailer gave you?”
“Yes. Oh my God, there’s a bug in my ass?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. This must be why he wants you to put it every morning by eight and upload a picture. He knows you’ll have a tracker on you all day. Clever prick! But this may give us the chance to set him up. We know he’ll want to fuck your ass on the day you wear the biggest plug. On that day, we can either tail you to catch him, or set it up so he thinks he’s got you, but has to meet you at an unexpected place. What day are you supposed to put the largest plug in?”
“Thursday was the first, Friday, the next largest size, which I also put in today. Monday, Tuesday, it should be Wednesday.”
“Wednesday’s the day then. We’ll catch him then.” Jolene handed me back my skirt.
I didn’t put it on immediately. Instead I asked, “Does this mean none of these friends betrayed me?”
“On of them might still be a traitor, but it certainly wasn’t necessary for your blackmailer to find you.”
“The first day I came in, you were pretty grimy. Is there any chance you have a shower here to clean up after doing a surveillance? I don’t want to go home like this. Tan might be home and I’d hate for him to see me like this. It might raise questions I can’t answer.”
“Yes, we do have one. Let me show you where it is.”
She led me to the back of the office and showed me a small shower in a locker room. I took off my blouse and got in the shower, scrubbing myself thoroughly, trying to wash the cum and scent of sex off myself. I also removed the plug. I couldn’t wear it back to the apartment either. I didn’t wash my hair as I didn’t want it to be wet when I got home. Jolene disappeared while I washed, but was back in time to hand me a towel.
I put my bra and panties back on, then the blouse and skirt. The skirt was soiled with the cum which leaked from my pussy, so I’d have to throw it in the laundry basket when I got home. Fortunately, laundry was one of my chores and Tan never did it.
When I was ready to go, Jolene said. “I’ll call you Tuesday and we’ll make plans to catch this bastard, okay?”
“The sooner the better.”
“I’ll talk to you then.”
I drove home, an empty husk.
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Chapter 13
- No Escaping
Tan still wasn’t home when I got back. A little too much fun with his buddy, I guess. It actually met my needs. After what happened, I didn’t really want to see Tan right away. I was a little sore and a lot guilty. Everyone told me not to feel guilty because my rapist made me orgasm, but my body’s betrayal of all I held dear was deeply disturbing. To cum was bad enough, but begging to be fucked even worse. No matter if my friends said I was experiencing normal responses to sexual stimuli, I had a hard time not thinking of myself in the worst possible terms; a slut, whore, floozy, tramp, trollop, harlot, strumpet. Every kind of epithet for a wanton woman of the loosest morals paraded itself through my mind.
I’d never been one to slut shame someone in school who through love or misfortune, found herself pregnant or castigated for their morality. My parents raised me better than that. I tried to remain friendly and kind with them no matter how many others cast them aside. And when my girlfriends started having sex regularly, they still remained my dearest friends no matter if they chose to exercise their sexuality in a manner different from myself. But in my heart of hearts, I’d held a grain of smug superiority for waiting; for withholding myself from boys until I was married; to not succumb to the flood of hormones and give myself to anyone who attracted me. It had been hard, but I’d held myself better for being able to resist the temptations of sex others had given in to. When I was the last of my girlfriends to maintain my virginity, it was the pride of my waiting which allowed me to withstand the teasing and taunts of those calling me an ice queen or eternal virgin.
To find myself surrendering now so readily to my carnal desires; to beg to be fucked by these strangers knowing I was another man’s wife, ripped at the very core of my self perception as a woman. It was blowing up every image I had of myself; every ideal I’d held close. I’d been skewered on two cocks, one filling my throat, one filling my cunt, neither of them my husband, and begged them to fuck me. I was devastated. Jolene could tell me a hundred times I wasn’t a slut for surrendering, but it wasn’t enough to overcome my saying once, ‘Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard.’
So I undressed myself, save for my panties and went to bed, hoping for sleep to find me. I left my panties on hoping to discourage Tan from further forays on my sore sex. Closing my eyes, I tried to sleep, but I was plagued by visions of my degradation. I heard Tan come home and pretended to be asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him after what I’d done. I heard him in the shower and brushing his teeth, then he made his way through the dark room to our bed. He pulled back the sheets and climbed in beside me, covering both of us when he snuggled behind me. I could feel his heavy cock rubbing my bottom through the cotton fabric.
“Brenda,” he whispered. “Brenda.”
I remained still, barely breathing, hoping he wouldn’t force me to acknowledge his presence. Figuring I was asleep, he left me alone, and I released a quiet sigh of relief. His arms surrounded me in his warm embrace, and I started crying, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. Tan was asleep for many hours before I followed him.
Tan woke up before me, the bed empty when I finally opened my eyes. My feelings of devastation and self-loathing returning in a flood as consciousness returned. If I could, I’d happily stay in bed all day, wallowing in my disgust. It wasn’t fair to Tan though. He wasn’t responsible for my being a slut. That was my flaw. My guilt forced me to get up and face him, and perhaps find some way to atone for my adultery. I put a t-shirt on to go with my panties and went to look for him.
Tan was seated at the kitchen table, reading the Sunday paper. “Good morning, merry sunshine,” he said, “sleeping in, were we?”
I bent over and kissed him, tousling his hair, still mussy from sleeping on it. “I think I ate some food which was a little off at Tiffany’s. I didn’t feel well when I went to bed so I took something to help me sleep.”
“Did you have a good time?”
“Yes. It was good to see them again. You were the prime topic of conversation. They wanted to know everything about you. How good you were in bed, how big your equipment is, if you were making me happy. General girl talk,” I said. “Plus Tammie showed us more about her technique. You might appreciate the results.”
“She’s the one you said could deep throat a cock, right?”
“She would be the one.”
“Did she show you how to do it?”
“We kind of had to figure it out ourselves by watching her. She didn’t know how she did it.”
“You think you could deep throat me now?”
“I’m not sure,” I replied. “You’re bigger than what I practiced on, but I should be closer than I was before.”
“Do you need food first, or can we try it out right now?” Eager boy.
I laughed. “We can try it out right now. Don’t hold me to getting all of you down this time. I may still need to practice on you.”
Tan jumped up and picked me up, throwing me across his shoulders and carrying me into the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and was almost undressed before I landed. I giggled. He was like a little boy on Christmas.
“I’m on top,” I said. “I need to work up to this gradually and not have you choke me out the first time I try.”
He flopped onto his back, his cock already rising. “I’m ready.”
“I see that. Give me a minute.” I pulled off my t-shirt and rolled back on the bed to pull off my panties. I mounted him in a sixty-nine. “I need to concentrate to do this, so you don’t have to reciprocate to start. Just lie back and enjoy,” I told him.
“No problem.”
I held up his cock and started sucking the head. When I had it wet and sloppy, I tried bobbing down on him. I got to my previous depths, swallowed and went a little farther, swallowed again and took him deeper yet. I should have taken a deeper breath before starting, I was feeling air deprived. I pulled back up, slathering his shaft with saliva, hoping the wet stuff would help ease him down my throat. Grabbing more air, I descended down his dick again, going a little faster.
I got further this time, only about an inch remaining, before I had to come up. I swirled my tongue around him, teasing. Cupping his sack, I slithered back down his pole. When I reached my previous depth, I felt his balls jump in my hand and his cock swell. Recognizing the signs of his impending release, I lifted up so I could taste him, swallowing eagerly when his salty offering filled my mouth.
“Jesus,” Tan gasped. “I don’t think anyone’s ever gone as deep on me before. That was incredible.”
I finished cleaning him off and squeezing the last few drops from his cock, licking them off his head.
“This next time, you should last longer,” I said, plunging down his prick once more.
His shrinking shaft sprang to life once more, filling my mouth. This time, Tan responded in kind, licking and kissing my pussy while I played his flute. He quickly brought me to orgasm, my pussy fluttering over his tongue. I worked my way down to my previous depth, but the last inch or so eluded me, he was so thick. I always seemed to be running out of air before the last little bit would go down my throat. I’d taken all of my blackmailer’s cock last night, though he was smaller. The man fucking my cunt had pushed me onto my blackmailer’s prick, but it seemed there was more. I’d fought hard at first, not wanting to give in to my own lust. Eventually, I’d surrendered, no longer trying to resist. Not resisting my orgasms, not resisting their rape, an open vessel to their lust.
I grabbed Tan’s legs in each hand. Bobbing up and down on his thick dick, I let myself resist my own pleasure, to fight against it, refusing at first to give in to it. I felt it building, growing, mounting, burgeoning, but I wouldn’t allow myself to crest. I strived to resist, to hold on, blocking the mounting pressure. It reached the point where resistance was futile, and the explosion would not be denied. I surrendered fully, opened myself fully, and as I orgasmed out of control, gripped him hard, and drove my mouth over his cock until I hit rock bottom and could feel his balls on my lips. Done. I’d taken all of him. His cock jerked and twitched and his seed filled my throat, so deep I couldn’t taste him. He emptied himself, throbbing, pulsing, and only my lung capacity kept me from choking from lack of air.
“Fuck!” He groaned.
Fuck indeed. I raised my head from his lap, slurping and lapping up every drop of his cum. “I did it,” I said, finally releasing his prick from my mouth. “I took all of you.”
He frantically kissed and licked my cunt; my slutty little cunt, bringing me to another climax shortly after the other, maybe even a continuation. I relaxed on top of him, letting myself go, letting my pleasure fill me up, sate me. I dripped cum onto his lips, his tongue. He waited until I stopped shuddering before abandoning my pussy.
“Did I do well, husband?” I asked, languidly.
I could hear him panting behind me, his breath flowing on my folds, warm and soft.
“It was beyond what I imagined,” he said.
“I’m glad.” Perhaps I’d atoned slightly for my sins. I turned around so I could lie in his arms and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips.
We made love once more before we went to bed that night, though I rode him again, still tender enough I needed to maintain control. I hoped we’d made up for our spat of Friday night and Saturday morning. Tomorrow was another day, and I’d be modeling for Suki.
After Tan left for work, I put in the third largest plug. They were starting to get a little larger and I expected it to be more uncomfortable. Perhaps the gradual stretching of my anus by the previous plugs was working as it went in relatively easily with a little lubricant. I took the picture of the plug in my ass and posted it to the website. Knowing I could be tracked by it, made me uncomfortable, and I assumed I could be approached any time my blackmailer wished. I would be happy when it was no longer the case. As long as we caught him before I had to surrender my anal virginity to him, I could survive the other things he might make me do.
I was at Shizuko’s by 8:30. She was sleepily making herself coffee and toast when I got there.
“Would you like some?” She asked, pointing to the coffee maker and toaster.
“Some coffee would be nice,” I replied. “I already had breakfast this morning.”
Suki poured me a cup and I sat at her breakfast counter, sipping it as she ate her toast.
“I don’t know why you want to do this so early,” Suki bitched. “Normal people don’t get up this early.”
“Most of the world is up by 8:30, Suki. They’re all pretty normal.”
“Not if they’re awake at two the previous night.”
“Why do you stay up so late?”
“I’m a night owl. I don’t feel my creative juices flowing until after noon. Then I’m taking a break after supper for playtime with Erin, or going to coffee shop or bar for drinks with my fellow artists.”
“Speaking of Erin; where is she now?”
“She’s still in bed like normal people, though she’ll have to get up any minute now to get ready for her workout. You still haven’t answered my question. Why do you want to start so early?”
“I want to get out of the house. I usually get up with Tan anyway, so I can eat breakfast with him, and I’d like to be home in time to make him dinner. It’s part of my arrangement with him. If I’m going to be Suzie Homemaker, I need to provide his meals.” Also, it was too easy for my blackmailer to find me. I don’t want him fucking me in my house if I can help it. It seems more disrespectful to my husband. “Plus, I think the morning light will work better for the picture, don’t you? Your couch gets some great light from the East.”
Suki glanced at the couch. “Shit, you’re right. It’s almost perfect. Take your cloths off.”
I smiled at her and stood up, removing my clothes while she rushed around setting up things to her satisfaction. I was soon standing there without a stitch of clothes. Erin chose that moment to come padding out of the bedroom the same way, naked as a jaybird. She kissed Suki soundly, hugged and kissed me not quite as soundly, and went to the fridge for some orange juice which she drank out of the bottle.
“Good morning all,” she mumbled, after drinking a quarter of the juice.
“Morning, Erin. I’m going to be borrowing your robe today,” Suki said. “It’s the only one long enough to cover Brenda when we take a break.”
Erin looked at me critically, then smiled at me. “Why would you want to cover that perfection. She looks good enough to eat, just the way she is.”
I blushed, and my hands automatically went up to cover my girl parts. Erin laughed. “Too late now, Brenda. I’ll probably picture you tonight when I lick Suki’s pussy.”
“Me too,” Suki said. “But she’ll get chilled lying still nude and should warm up occasionally.”
“Go ahead, use it,” Erin said. “Maybe she’ll keep it warm for me.”
Erin dug through the fridge and found some cold spaghetti, which she ate out of the bowl. “Have to carb up for my workout.”
“It looks as if your workouts are really working out for you,” I said. “Your body looks a lot leaner and more muscular.”
It was easy to tell. She was still standing there in her altogether. Her abs were flat and descended in a narrow triangle towards her sex. Her arms and legs were defined and rippling with muscle.
“Thanks. I’ve added three or four inches to my vertical leap and I’m driving the ball a hell of a lot harder on my spikes. Quicker reaction times, too.”
“Spanks a lot harder too,” Suki said, arranging some kind of throw or big shawl over the couch. “I love it.”
“TMI,” I said. “Don’t want to know about your sex life.”
They both laughed. Erin put her empty bowl in the dishwasher.
“Lie down on the couch,” Suki said. “Get in roughly the same pose as we decided on for the commission piece.”
I lay down on the couch and got into roughly the same position. I was aware of my butt plugged bottom and sex pointing right at Erin where she stood in the kitchen. She didn’t say anymore, though I could feel the heat of her gaze on me.
“As much as I’d like to stay and watch; I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you later, maybe, depending on how long you’re here.”
“Talk to you later, Erin,” I said from the couch.
I uncovered my eyes and watched as Suki and Erin said goodbye to each other. Suki stroked Erin’s breast for a few moments, turning her nipples into hard pebbles. Then her hand slipped between Erin’s legs and two fingers penetrated her pussy. She slowly finger fucked Erin a couple times before pulling her hand away and licking her fingers clean. It was erotic watching them and I felt myself becoming moist as I witnessed their intimacy. They kissed and Erin disappeared in the bedroom to get dressed.
“I’m going to get my camera, Brenda. Stay there for a minute.”
“Why are you taking pictures?”
“We’ve got the general pose we’re using, but now I need to get specific. It would take to long to sketch several different ones to find the perfect one, so I’m going to shoot several photos in slightly different poses so we can pick out exactly the right one. Plus, I want to take several over the course of the day to watch the changing light. There may be a particular time of the day that creates exactly the perfect mix of light and shadow. When I’ve got the perfect pose and perfect time of day, I’ll blow the picture up and reference it to get you in the same position each time we break and to reference the way I want the light and shadow to look on the painting regardless what time I’m painting.”
“Why not just take a photo and paint from that?”
“A photo is two dimensional and doesn’t look as alive as you are. Plus a photo is static. It doesn’t move like you do. You may flex your leg, or tighten your stomach, or arch your back as you’re posing, bringing out some small detail I want to capture I’d never see in the photo. Trust me. If I painted from a photo, it wouldn’t do you justice.”
She got her camera, turned it on and adjusted the settings a little. I heard the shutter click. “Try parting your legs a little more.” Click. “Close them more and arch your back.” Click. “Raise your right arm more. Good.” Click. “Put your left hand on your left knee.” Click. “Try putting the left hand on your thigh.” Click. “Closer to your vagina. Almost as if you’re about to touch yourself.” Click. “Put the same hand below your breast.” Click. “Touch your breast.” Click. In all, she took between 75 and a 100 shots.
“Let me get you a robe. Why don’t you take a break, stretch. Loosen up.”
Suki got me Erin’s robe and gave it to me so I could cover up. The robe smelled of Erin, her perfume or soap or shower gel. It smelled good. I stood up and stretched, reaching for the ceiling, then put the robe on. Suki removed the memory card from the camera and downloaded the pictures to her laptop. She opened them up.
“Take a look at these and tell me what you think,” Suki said. “First look at the overall poses. Torso, legs and head. When you see one you like, start looking again for hands, arms and feet. We might have to put two or three different poses together to get the perfect one.”
So we started flicking through the different photos, eventually agreeing on a few different combinations. I removed the robe and got back on the couch and she moved me around until she had everything just so and took a half dozen more, with very minor variations. She looked them all over on the camera itself and picked one, showing it to me.
“This is the one.”
It was an incredibly sexy shot. My back was arched slightly, one leg was up, one was down and it really opened my groin area. My sex and butt plug was visible, though Suki assured me, by the time it was painted, it wouldn’t be in my bottom anymore. My left hand was on my stomach, close to my vagina, drawing attention to my sex, though not touching it. My head was back, my right arm over my face like I was shading it from the sun which streamed across my body lighting up my breasts.
“It’s so graphic,” I whispered.
“But you can’t see your face or who you are,” Suki reminded me. “It’s the general pose you and Tan picked out.”
“It almost looks as though you can see right up my kitty,” I said.
“It won’t be quite as detailed as the photograph,” Suki said.
“How much are you getting paid for the painting?” I asked.
“Thirty thousand.”
“Thirty thousand! That’s marvelous, Suki.”
“Better yet, the promise of another one if he likes it, plus recommendations to all his rich friends. This one client alone could be the basis of a whole career.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks. Why don’t we take another break and we’ll eat some salad for lunch.”
I got up and put the robe on, and Suki whipped together a salad with ingredients found in her fridge. We sat down enjoyed our meal. I asked more about her relationship with Erin. She asked me about Tan and what he was like and how well we got along together.
“When do you plan to give Tan your ass?”
“The thing I read said it would be easiest after using the largest plug.”
“And you’re on which one now?”
“The third largest.”
“So Wednesday or later?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll have to tell me if you like it as much as I do,” Suki said. “Not all the time, you understand, but every once in awhile, you just can’t beat a good ass fucking.”
