WAITING FOR MY HUSBAND? by holly
Story Content
mental, humiliation, submissive)
The following story in no way reflects any situation other than some disturbing thoughts that run through my head.
Damn! It is only 2 o'clock. Bill will not be home from work for another 3 1/2 hours. I have been waiting by the door for him since noon. You see Bill and I have a very unusal relationship.
He works hard all day at the local university. He is no where near the top of the ladder so he has to take orders all day. When he gets home he wants to be in charge and making all the decisions. That is where I come in.
First let me tell you about us. We are NOT married! Technically we are not even dating. He pays me to take care of his house and his needs. I am paid just enough to survive, Bill does not want me becoming independent. Bill is 38 years old and in great physical shape. I am 19 years old and also in exceptional shape.
The truth is, I keep a lousy house. Bill wants me because I have agreed to give myself to him sexually. I have agreed not to argue and never to say no. Bill is very sexual and insists on some sort of sexual play at least three times a day. That is not to say we have sex. many times it is nothing more than a massage for him or sometimes it consists of a blow job.
As a matter of fact, for the past two months, a day has not gone by that Bill has not wanted his morning wake-up blow. I am to awaken at 6:00 am (without an alarm). The proceedure, while redundant, never seems to dull for Bill. Each morning my breakfast consists of swallowing several loads of his cum.
Bill is in fine shape and his cock is slightly larger than average. He will not tell me the exact size but I would guess it to be between 6-7 inches long. I am unsure of the width, but it is neither a pipe cleaner nor a cucumber.
While Bill is sexual, he seldom desires actual intercourse. We may actually go that far once a week. He usually cums, but I, to this date, have never experienced an orgasm. Well that isn't entirely true. I have experienced them by myself.
Even my masturbation sessions are controlled by Bill. When I was in high school, I experimented with self pleasure and really enjoyed it. The problem was it takes me a while to reach orgasm and coming from a ****** of 8 I seldom had the privacy.
When Bill took me in, he decided that I could only masturbate when given permission. He always required that permission be given at least 24 hours in advance. I know you are asking, "How will he know?" Believe me...he knows. The school is only three blocks from our house and he often makes surprise visits. He also will telephone and if I am winded then I will be punished.
Anyway...this morning Bill called and I was in the basement doing laundry. We do not have a phone downstairs because Bill uses that area to "imprison" me when I have been bad. he doesn't want a phone there because I would be tempted to call someone. All though I am not sure who that would be. I have no friends and no contacts outside my home. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to get the phone before it rang a third time. (another rule) When I answered it of course I was out of breath having ran up a flight of steep stairs.
Bill immediately accused me of self-gratification. I tried to explain what had happened but he would not let me finish. He told me that I was to get completely undressed and wait for him at the front door when he arrived. He also included several additional stipulations:
1. I was to wait by the door and go nowhere else in the house until he came home. I was to sit on the chair he specially made. The one with a long slender dildo attached. The dildo would have to be in my pussy. He guaranteed that either he or someone else would be checking up on me. Whomever knocked on the door, I was to allow them inside the house and was to answer the door within 10 seconds.
2. I was to remain nude, even when answering the door.
3. And finally, I was to read from the collection of erotic stories he collects and be prepared to answer any questions he may have when he arrived home.
So that was noon , and I have been sitting here reading the stories he selected for me for two hours now. So far no one has checked in on me but I knew if I moved then they would be there.
Some of the stories Bill selects are especially exciting, but many are very graphic. They usually describe wild acts that I find very repulsive. I figure Bill does this so I will learn two things: 1) that I could have it worse and 2) to desensitize me to obscene and vulgar acts so I will put up less resisstance.
Today, I have read stories describing gang rapes some by very well endowed black men who only cared of shooting their sperm into a white girl. Others contained acts of beastiality. He knows that I am really terrified of that aspect of sex. We have several Siberian Huskies and he always threatens me with them.
I know if he ever gets mad enough, I will have no choice but to go along with his requests. But I do not intend on making him that mad. I hoped he wouldn't use that as punishment for me tonight.
The current story I am reading is one Bill wrote and posted on the internet about me. I was amazed at how liberal he was with the facts. I did recall the trip he forced me to make to the mall. But he included things like having me give head to a salesman at Sears and another where I was involved in a lesbian affair with a young girl at Victoria's Secret. While all of these items made the story much more sexual, they didn't happen that way.
I am very wet as I continue to wait for my lover to come home. It is now three o'clock ( iknow because I hear the grandfather clock chiming). There is a knock at the door. I bolt straight up from my seat to answer it.
A man about 40 years old is standing there, grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious Bill had sent him and explained to him what he would find.
"Hello, my name is John Taylor.", he began, "Your husband said I should check on you to make sure everything was alright." As he spoke he continuously stared at my naked body. I was embarrassed, but John looked even redder than I felt. Was it possible that Bill had not informed John that I would be nude when I answered the door? He always has told the people he sends so they will not be shocked.
From the expression erupting on John's face, as well as the large lump growing inside his pants, I could tell he was caught off-guard.
"I'm sorry", John continued, "I was not expecting this!" He explained that Bill had told him that I was ill and needed to be checked on. Bill also claimed that he tried to call me but I did not answer. He was very concerned for my safety but had to teach a class, since John had a free hour, Bill hoped that John would check for him.
In the middle of John's explanation, the telephone rang. I rushed to answer the phone. It was Bill. He had a sly sound to his voice, "Has John arrived?" I knew that Bill knew he was there.
"Yes, sir", I replied, not wanting to give him any reason to punish me further.
"Good.", Bill spoke slowly, "There is an envelope on the kitchen table. I want you to give it to John." The line went dead. Bill did not wait for my response because I was told to do it and it was expected that I would do as he said.
I returned to the living room where I found John sitting on the couch. I said nothing, just handed him the envelope. I could not read it, but when John opened the envelope, a letter and two $100 bills fell from it.
John took a few moments to examine the letter and the money before turning to me and saying, "It seems Bill is sorry he can not make it here personally." A smile shot over his face as he went on, "But according to his letter you are to pretend that I am Bill and do to me whatever I say." The smile was now becoming more of an evil grin.
This wasn't like Bill. He usually always did these things himself. Of course he sent people to stare at my naked body. Sometimes even forced me to have sex with him while the others watched. But he never asked me to have sexual encounters with anyone else!
John was about 5-9 and probably weighed close to 200#. He was beginning to bald and to be quite blunt, was not the most manly specimen I had seen. But it was not for me to complain. Bill told me to do this and I must oblige...no matter what John asks for.
It was obvious that John had never had a girl to do anything he desired. He himhawed around trying to decide what he would do. While he was thinking i glanced down at the letter which he placed on the end table. I could only read the last part which read, "Do as you please with her, but you must follow two important rules:
1. If i find a single mark on her sexy body, I will gang-tie you and let 25 homosexuals have you for the evening.
2. You had better be back in the office within an hour.
I figure since the school was not very far away he probably had 40-45 minutes left. I was no becoming more conscious of my state of nudity.
John then sat down in the recliner and said, "I guess I should get to know your body better. Come over here and dance seductively for me." As I walked to where he was seated, he corrected himself, "No, on second thought, I want you to stand with your back to me and reach down to touch the floor."
I think he was surprised as I did as ordered without as much as an utterance. I was feeling very awkward now as I felt the lips of my tingling pussy open. I knew he was getting a fantastic view of my vaginal passage.
"Grab your ankles, girl!", he screamed. More playful than angry. As I grasped my fingers around my ankles, John kicked at my calves. This caused me to stumble a bit and eventually I fell to my knees. I was completely humiliated at this but knew I could not do anything but to stand and resume the position he had last asked for.
"I'm sorry, what I wanted was for you to spread your legs wider.", John said, "Are you hurt?"
"No, sir.", I responded. Then knowing he was new at this I decided to push my limits on talking. "I am fine."
With my legs spread to his liking and my cunt opened to him once again, John began inserting his thick fingers into my wet pussy. First it was only one, then a second and finally a third finger. When all three were placed inside my tight cunt, I was beginning to feel some discomfort.
John thrust these fingers in and out several times, stopping only when they were completely coated with the sticky nectar of my honey. He raised his hand to his lips and savored every drop of my juices as if it were a delicate wine.
"You taste so sweet, much sweeter than my dear wife.", John continued, "I bet your mouth can work wonders on me as well." Then John stood, dropped his pants to the floor and sat back down.
I think he was a little amazed that I was still standing with my hands grasping my ankles. Some of the wetness easing its way onto my legs as it rolled down my thigh. In this position I could see John's cock. It was rock hard and not bad looking. It was of average length but also had considerable girth.
"TURN AROUND AND SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!", he screamed. I turned quickly and fell to my knees at his feet. With one hand I grabbed the base of his cock and with the other I gently massaged his balls. I began licking his shaft slowly (Bill claims that is best), After wetting every inch of his cock, I began kissing the tip. I was about to part my lips and take his sword into my mouth when he screamed again.
"I HAVEN'T ALL DAY!" With that, i began taking more in until I had it all. Then as my head bobbed up and down on his prick, my tongue continued to whip and slam his wide sword. I continued this for some time prepared for his ejaculation to begin at any time. I was giving him my all. It wasn't one of my usual, sensually slow blowjobs, it was more of a face-fucking.
While my other hand was still rubbing his testicles, I could feel the sperm preparing for their descent. I started going down faster and harder....giving him everything I could muster...
"STOP!", he yelled, "I have other things to do also." When he yelled stop, that is what I did. I did not slow to a stop, I abruptly quit sucking his cock. This too, startled him. He was beginning to understand what being in control was. I have always gotten a kick out of seeing how some men wander around their wives like wimps, beggging for sexual favors and always having to do something for them in return. Then when they do get sex, it is only sex and seldom any adventure. (Pretty smart for a girl that doesn't get out) But I do read those stories, and I remember my days before Bill.
John sat still for several minutes. I imagine he was trying to regain some composure. Then he spoke, "My wife is a very lovely woman. We have been married for almost 20 years...in that time I have never been with another woman. But she is so puritan with her views toward sex. You know this was the first blowjob I have received in 15 years?"
He continued detailing his sexual history to me, "I really want to try anal sex, but she will never allow it...calls me a pervert...or a homo...but I'm just curious." He finally asked, "Can I fuck your ass?" He again showed he was new at this. He wasn't to ask...he was to tell.
I answered, "yes, sir...." again getting bold..."fuck my ass!"
"Don't you need lubricated?"
I walked to the hall way and returned with a tube of KY. I began rubbing the lubricant around my anus, gently inserting a finger to make sure it was oiled well. John begged to let him apply the lube. I knew he should not be expected to apply it. Bill always told me it was a dirty place and the only male part that should touch it was a cock. But I let him, he seemed so excited.
When he was satisfied that I was ready. I raised my ass high in the air, giving him easier access. He rubbed his cock against my crack several times. As he was attempting to insert his tool, it "accidentally" slipped into my cunt. I gasped as his thick cock stretched the walls of my cunt.
He quickly pulled it out, apologizing as a guy would if he had "accidentally" missed her cunt and slipped into her ass. (Like anyone can slip into an ass).
He realigned his member with my anal entry, and slowly began inserting himself. First the bulb like head and slowly he inched more in until 3/4 of his shaft was buried into my ass. I felt great amounts of discomfort, but it was not nearly as painful as it had been the first few times Bill had taken me there. I was relieved because I was very scared of his width.
When John was content that I had accepted his mammoth cock, he began slowly easing it in and out. His pace became more rapid as the urgency of his sexual desire worsened. Before long he was thrusting his pelvis against my ass and his cock, pistoning my brown hole. I was feeling an orgasm but that was not possible, I never orgasm.
Just before I thought I was to experience the first orgasm of my life, John's cock erupted. Spilling sperm into my ass, load after load. I could feel my rear filling quickly with his manseed until it was overfilled and began dribbling from my rectum.
The sensations were fading as John removed his cock from my ass. I felt his cum oozing out with the final inch of his prick. Again, I would be without satisfaction.
John began to dress again. Before he could put his shorts on I crawled to him and begged to suck him clean. He glanced at his watch and said, "I have five minutes, make it quick."
I cleaned his cock, being sure to lick every inch one last time. Then he dressed and ordered me back on my chair, this time with the dildo planted in my butt. When he was confident I had obeyed these orders, he left. I am sure his wife is in for a rude awakening soon.
I am still seated by the front door, completely nude and sitting with a long thin dildo implanted in my rear, waiting for my "husband" to come home. John left about 15 minutes ago.
The clock is chimimg in the 4 o'clock hour and I have at least 1-1/2 hours before Bill will be home. I have returned to reading the erotic stories Bill left for me. The current one is a very explicit story of a girl's basketball team that falls victim to some very evil men. Again, there is strains of beastiality in this story. God, I hope Bill doesn't use that on me.
I was half way through the story when another knock came from the door. I would guess it was 4:15. I jumped up and answered it in the required 10 seconds.
Now I was really embarrassed. I was standing with our front door wide open, my naked body fully exposed to the visitor....two boys from down the street, selling candy for their baseball team. Normally I would be under strict orders not to answer the door when the neighborhood kids came about hocking their goods, but because I was "in waiting" I had to answer it.
Both boys just stood at the door staring, one at my breasts the other at my neatly trimmed pussy. They were so stunned they could not even remember why they were at the door.
According to my obligations, I was not allowed to close the door on anyone until they were ready to leave. Needless to say, these two could have stayed there staring at my nude body for the rest of the afternoon. But finally, one of the boys spoke, "Hey, sorry miss, bye!"
And with that both boys ran off and I am sure they told all their friends of the naked lady at 3009 Parkshire. With the boys gone, I was to return to my stories. My ass had become too sore to return the dildo there, so I quickly wiped it clean, lubricated it again and re-inserted it between my moist cunt lips.
The boys had not been gone long, when once again came a knock at the door. Most likely it is those same boys with a bunch of their friends. I couldn't risk that though, I had to open the door in case it was Bill or one of his proxies.
This time there were two young men standing at the doorstep. They both were wearing shirts that signified they were members of the college football team. From their expressions it was clear that Bill had fully informed them as to my "condition".
I think they expected me to say something, but I was not allowed. I just stood watching them eyeing my perky young body. While they did this I attempted to sneak peaks at their bodies. (This is also forbidden but I figure they didn't know that.)
One was very large, he was probably 6-6 and 275# black, and short short hair, the other was closer to 6-2 and 210# with blond hair, also cut very short. Recalling my high school days, I figure the black kid was a lineman and the other guy was either a quarterback or receiver.
I knew they were novices when they introduced themselves. The large black man spoke, "Hello, I am Teddy, and this is Blaine."
Blaine then added, "We are from the college and Coach sent us here." I could tell from the glee in their faces that they knew what was in store for them.
Teddy added, "Damn, you ten times better lookin' than Coach said." Why was he calling Bill, "Coach". Had he taken an additional job and not mentioned it?
"Teddy," Blaine continued, "I don't think this bitch can talk."
"Remember what Coach said?" Teddy smirked. "She's a submissive." "That means she only talks when we ask her something." He then turned to me, "Right, Bitch?"
"Yes sir.", I responded. I had to admit that I was very turned on by the prospect of these two athletic studs. I wanted them real bad, but I was still frightened because I did not know what THEY wanted.
Noticing they were still in the doorway, (and the door wide open with my naked self standing there for all who ventured by to see), I motioned for them to come in.
They both headed straight to the back of the house. I was not sure what they had in mind or if they knew they were going to the kitchen! Obediently, I followed close behind them.
When they realized they had entered the kitchen instead of the living room, Teddy shouted, "DAMN IT We going to have to take you in the kitchen."
Blaine added, "Yeah my cock is ready to bust out already. Can't wait around to find the other rooms."
Teddy obviously had no idea of the purposes for which Coach Bill kept me. He grabbed my slim body into his gigantic hands and began massaging my breasts very aggressively. I was feeling very uncomfortable as he manhandled my delicate body, but knew I could not object, even if he was doing it wrong.
Teddy finally lifted me with his cannon like arms and sat me on top of the table. He then began running his huge, thick ebony fingers across my clitoris, sending sensations throughout my body.
In all my years (prior to Bill), I had never been sexually involved with a black man. I must say, the taboo nature of it made it all the more exciting.
Teddy continued with his fingers, finally finding my gaping wet slit and inserting his thick cocklike finger into me. Blaine grabbed hold of my shoulders and gently eased me onto my back. This enabled my head to be at the other edge of the table from my pussy.
Blaine quickly dropped his jeans and pulled down his boxer shorts to unveil a 7" cock that seemed so perfectly symetrical. I knew what was coming, "Open your mouth and suck this.", Blaine said as he held is semi erect cock to my mouth.
The effects of Teddy's finger (now finger(s)) inside my steamy cunt increased my desire to take the young football studs cock into my mouth.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could even though it wasn't necessary. Blaine's hips thrust as he buried the entire shaft into my mouth. I started to gag, but was able to regain my composure and get a steady rythym going.
Teddy's fingers filled my small, but very excited, cunt. I was beginning to feel electricity charging inside my body. The slippery wettness made his huge fingers glide in an out with great ease. I thought to myself, If his fingers are as large as most guys' cocks then I really wanted to see his raw manhood. I knew it would be the largest I had ever seen. I had read enough stories, to know that some men are extremely long, especially the black men.
Blaine saw that Teddy was concentrating on finger-fucking me, so he pulled my body closer to the edge of the table. Now my head hung over the side. I knew he wanted to fuck my mouth. sticking his enlarged cock as deep in my throat as he could manage.
From this position, it allowed his cock to have a straight entry through my lips, into my mouth, and down my throat. AT this point Blaine would not allow me to move my head. (I don't think I could have anyway). He placed his hands along the sides of my face holding my head still as he very slowly thrust himself between my pert and pouty lips. With each thrust I felt I had to gag, but was somehow able to control it. Blaine was steadily increasing the speed at which his cock was entering my mouth. As he thrust faster and deeper, Teddy began ramming his fingers in anout of my pussy.
I had to make this last just a little longer, I knew I could have an orgasm if this kept up. But then Teddy removed his fingers! He looked at me and said, "Damn Bitch is too hot. I think she needs my cock now. Ever been fucked by a black man?"
I slowly shook my head "no", careful not to ruin Blaine's rythym as he continued ravaging my mouth.
"Good. Then this will be a treat for you." Teddy looked very proud as he continued, "When you get a load of my whopper you won't want anything else."
Blaine pulled his member from my mouth so I could turn and see what Teddy was so proud of.
With that, Teddy pulled his sweat pants off and I could already see a huge bulge in his shorts. When they came off, out slipped a semi-erect cock, that was enormous. I could not even venture to guess how large he was.
Sensing my curiousity, Teddy said, "When he fully wakes up, he going to be a whopping 14" long and 8 inches in circumfrence." His face continued to glow with pride as his ebony cock grew harder, longer and thicker.
Now I was afraid! There was no way he was going to insert that giant prick into my small cunt and not hurt me.
Teddy again took my small body into his gargantuous arms and carried me into the living room. I could see the end of his cock swaying as he walked. Blaine followed behind, his smaller cock also waving in the wind as he took each fragile step.
When we arrived in the living room, Blaine took a seat on the sofa. His erection had not wilted any in this time. I was instructed to get on all fours, so that I could suck Blaine's swollen dick, while Teddy fucked my cunt with his monster cock.
I positioned myself and gladly accepted the return of Blaines hard-on to my lips. I began working him over at my slow, seductive pace. I was trying to prepare for what was to undoubtedly be a very painful experience. I could again feel Teddy's fingers rubbing my clitoris and occaisionally dipping into my nectar pot. The electrical charges were coming faster as he prepared my pussy for what was to come.
Then I could feel the bulbous head of his sword rubbing where his fingers had been only moments ago. Here I had one stud's cock in my mouth and was only moments from another one in my steamy cunt.
It was obvious that Teddy had experience in fucking girls whose pussies are too tight for his cock. He was going at such a slow pace, inserting only fractions of his cock at a time. Then he would wait for my body to grow accustomed to his girth before continuing. I knew he would not get all of it inside, I only hoped he had no intention of pushing it.
Finally, when half of Teddy's meat was inside me, he stopped again. But this time instead of entering any further he began to withdraw the oily nectar covered cock.
Blaine's cock was fully inserted into my throat and I had to force it out quickly. I could not believe this...I gasped for air, the electrical energy was fully charged and my breathing was becoming labored. Then Teddy slipped all of what he had removed, back into my hot, glistening pussy. Now I made another noise as instead of not getting air I had too much. I heard myself moan, "ooommm"
I reached out and began masturbating Blaine's cock, knowing I would die if he kept it blocking my air. Teddy inched a little more cock into me, then withdrew, faster this time. As soon as he had most of himself out he quickly re-inserted the long shaft. I would assume he now had 9 inches thrust inside my box. My moaning was becoming uncontrollable.
Teddy increased the speed and was now fucking me with about 10" of his rod. My first orgasm was now building to a climax. MY moans were uncontrollable, I had to cum!
Just as I was reaching the peak of my orgasm, Blaine (excited by my moans) began erupting. He shot loads of sperm arching from the tip of his cock and landing on my cheeks, lips and forehead. The warm sting of the additional loads felt good against my body as it began to quake into the final stages of my orgasm. I continued stroking Blaine, milking every ounce of cum from his tool. I licked what my tongue would reach, relishing in the salty taste.
As I began descending from my exstacy, I realized that the same warm sticky fluid that Blaine had deposited on my face, was being injected into my unprotected womb. Teddy's cock was spitting his white cream 'de cum deep inside me. I never had protection before because I had not been allowed with anyone but Bill. Now this black man was pumping his seed into my fertile womb. God what if I got pregnant? How would I explain a black child to my red-neck ******? How would I explain my lifestyle to them? What difference did it make, Bill wouldn't let me see anyone anyway. He would probably make me give it up for adoption.
As these questions ran through my head, Blaine and Teddy had re-clothed themselves and were preparing to leave, something about being late for practice. I collapsed on the living room floor with Teddy's cum dripping out of my now widened cunt, and Blaine's cum drying on my forehead.
"Bye, Honey", Teddy shouted from the doorway.
"Yeah, I hope we will be back later.", added Blaine.
And with that the door closed and I was alone again.
Story Content
mental, humiliation, submissive) The following story in no way reflects any situation other than some disturbing thoughts that run through my head.
Damn! It is only 2 o'clock. Bill will not be home from work for another 3 1/2 hours. I have been waiting by the door for him since noon. You see Bill and I have a very unusal relationship.
He works hard all day at the local university. He is no where near the top of the ladder so he has to take orders all day. When he gets home he wants to be in charge and making all the decisions. That is where I come in.
First let me tell you about us. We are NOT married! Technically we are not even dating. He pays me to take care of his house and his needs. I am paid just enough to survive, Bill does not want me becoming independent. Bill is 38 years old and in great physical shape. I am 19 years old and also in exceptional shape.
The truth is, I keep a lousy house. Bill wants me because I have agreed to give myself to him sexually. I have agreed not to argue and never to say no. Bill is very sexual and insists on some sort of sexual play at least three times a day. That is not to say we have sex. many times it is nothing more than a massage for him or sometimes it consists of a blow job.
As a matter of fact, for the past two months, a day has not gone by that Bill has not wanted his morning wake-up blow. I am to awaken at 6:00 am (without an alarm). The proceedure, while redundant, never seems to dull for Bill. Each morning my breakfast consists of swallowing several loads of his cum.
Bill is in fine shape and his cock is slightly larger than average. He will not tell me the exact size but I would guess it to be between 6-7 inches long. I am unsure of the width, but it is neither a pipe cleaner nor a cucumber.
While Bill is sexual, he seldom desires actual intercourse. We may actually go that far once a week. He usually cums, but I, to this date, have never experienced an orgasm. Well that isn't entirely true. I have experienced them by myself.
Even my masturbation sessions are controlled by Bill. When I was in high school, I experimented with self pleasure and really enjoyed it. The problem was it takes me a while to reach orgasm and coming from a ****** of 8 I seldom had the privacy.
When Bill took me in, he decided that I could only masturbate when given permission. He always required that permission be given at least 24 hours in advance. I know you are asking, "How will he know?" Believe me...he knows. The school is only three blocks from our house and he often makes surprise visits. He also will telephone and if I am winded then I will be punished.
Anyway...this morning Bill called and I was in the basement doing laundry. We do not have a phone downstairs because Bill uses that area to "imprison" me when I have been bad. he doesn't want a phone there because I would be tempted to call someone. All though I am not sure who that would be. I have no friends and no contacts outside my home. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to get the phone before it rang a third time. (another rule) When I answered it of course I was out of breath having ran up a flight of steep stairs.
Bill immediately accused me of self-gratification. I tried to explain what had happened but he would not let me finish. He told me that I was to get completely undressed and wait for him at the front door when he arrived. He also included several additional stipulations:
1. I was to wait by the door and go nowhere else in the house until he came home. I was to sit on the chair he specially made. The one with a long slender dildo attached. The dildo would have to be in my pussy. He guaranteed that either he or someone else would be checking up on me. Whomever knocked on the door, I was to allow them inside the house and was to answer the door within 10 seconds.
2. I was to remain nude, even when answering the door.
3. And finally, I was to read from the collection of erotic stories he collects and be prepared to answer any questions he may have when he arrived home.
So that was noon , and I have been sitting here reading the stories he selected for me for two hours now. So far no one has checked in on me but I knew if I moved then they would be there.
Some of the stories Bill selects are especially exciting, but many are very graphic. They usually describe wild acts that I find very repulsive. I figure Bill does this so I will learn two things: 1) that I could have it worse and 2) to desensitize me to obscene and vulgar acts so I will put up less resisstance.
Today, I have read stories describing gang rapes some by very well endowed black men who only cared of shooting their sperm into a white girl. Others contained acts of beastiality. He knows that I am really terrified of that aspect of sex. We have several Siberian Huskies and he always threatens me with them.
I know if he ever gets mad enough, I will have no choice but to go along with his requests. But I do not intend on making him that mad. I hoped he wouldn't use that as punishment for me tonight.
The current story I am reading is one Bill wrote and posted on the internet about me. I was amazed at how liberal he was with the facts. I did recall the trip he forced me to make to the mall. But he included things like having me give head to a salesman at Sears and another where I was involved in a lesbian affair with a young girl at Victoria's Secret. While all of these items made the story much more sexual, they didn't happen that way.
I am very wet as I continue to wait for my lover to come home. It is now three o'clock ( iknow because I hear the grandfather clock chiming). There is a knock at the door. I bolt straight up from my seat to answer it.
A man about 40 years old is standing there, grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious Bill had sent him and explained to him what he would find.
"Hello, my name is John Taylor.", he began, "Your husband said I should check on you to make sure everything was alright." As he spoke he continuously stared at my naked body. I was embarrassed, but John looked even redder than I felt. Was it possible that Bill had not informed John that I would be nude when I answered the door? He always has told the people he sends so they will not be shocked.
From the expression erupting on John's face, as well as the large lump growing inside his pants, I could tell he was caught off-guard.
"I'm sorry", John continued, "I was not expecting this!" He explained that Bill had told him that I was ill and needed to be checked on. Bill also claimed that he tried to call me but I did not answer. He was very concerned for my safety but had to teach a class, since John had a free hour, Bill hoped that John would check for him.
In the middle of John's explanation, the telephone rang. I rushed to answer the phone. It was Bill. He had a sly sound to his voice, "Has John arrived?" I knew that Bill knew he was there.
"Yes, sir", I replied, not wanting to give him any reason to punish me further.
"Good.", Bill spoke slowly, "There is an envelope on the kitchen table. I want you to give it to John." The line went dead. Bill did not wait for my response because I was told to do it and it was expected that I would do as he said.
I returned to the living room where I found John sitting on the couch. I said nothing, just handed him the envelope. I could not read it, but when John opened the envelope, a letter and two $100 bills fell from it.
John took a few moments to examine the letter and the money before turning to me and saying, "It seems Bill is sorry he can not make it here personally." A smile shot over his face as he went on, "But according to his letter you are to pretend that I am Bill and do to me whatever I say." The smile was now becoming more of an evil grin.
This wasn't like Bill. He usually always did these things himself. Of course he sent people to stare at my naked body. Sometimes even forced me to have sex with him while the others watched. But he never asked me to have sexual encounters with anyone else!
John was about 5-9 and probably weighed close to 200#. He was beginning to bald and to be quite blunt, was not the most manly specimen I had seen. But it was not for me to complain. Bill told me to do this and I must oblige...no matter what John asks for.
It was obvious that John had never had a girl to do anything he desired. He himhawed around trying to decide what he would do. While he was thinking i glanced down at the letter which he placed on the end table. I could only read the last part which read, "Do as you please with her, but you must follow two important rules:
1. If i find a single mark on her sexy body, I will gang-tie you and let 25 homosexuals have you for the evening.
2. You had better be back in the office within an hour.
I figure since the school was not very far away he probably had 40-45 minutes left. I was no becoming more conscious of my state of nudity.
John then sat down in the recliner and said, "I guess I should get to know your body better. Come over here and dance seductively for me." As I walked to where he was seated, he corrected himself, "No, on second thought, I want you to stand with your back to me and reach down to touch the floor."
I think he was surprised as I did as ordered without as much as an utterance. I was feeling very awkward now as I felt the lips of my tingling pussy open. I knew he was getting a fantastic view of my vaginal passage.
"Grab your ankles, girl!", he screamed. More playful than angry. As I grasped my fingers around my ankles, John kicked at my calves. This caused me to stumble a bit and eventually I fell to my knees. I was completely humiliated at this but knew I could not do anything but to stand and resume the position he had last asked for.
"I'm sorry, what I wanted was for you to spread your legs wider.", John said, "Are you hurt?"
"No, sir.", I responded. Then knowing he was new at this I decided to push my limits on talking. "I am fine."
With my legs spread to his liking and my cunt opened to him once again, John began inserting his thick fingers into my wet pussy. First it was only one, then a second and finally a third finger. When all three were placed inside my tight cunt, I was beginning to feel some discomfort.
John thrust these fingers in and out several times, stopping only when they were completely coated with the sticky nectar of my honey. He raised his hand to his lips and savored every drop of my juices as if it were a delicate wine.
"You taste so sweet, much sweeter than my dear wife.", John continued, "I bet your mouth can work wonders on me as well." Then John stood, dropped his pants to the floor and sat back down.
I think he was a little amazed that I was still standing with my hands grasping my ankles. Some of the wetness easing its way onto my legs as it rolled down my thigh. In this position I could see John's cock. It was rock hard and not bad looking. It was of average length but also had considerable girth.
"TURN AROUND AND SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!", he screamed. I turned quickly and fell to my knees at his feet. With one hand I grabbed the base of his cock and with the other I gently massaged his balls. I began licking his shaft slowly (Bill claims that is best), After wetting every inch of his cock, I began kissing the tip. I was about to part my lips and take his sword into my mouth when he screamed again.
"I HAVEN'T ALL DAY!" With that, i began taking more in until I had it all. Then as my head bobbed up and down on his prick, my tongue continued to whip and slam his wide sword. I continued this for some time prepared for his ejaculation to begin at any time. I was giving him my all. It wasn't one of my usual, sensually slow blowjobs, it was more of a face-fucking.
While my other hand was still rubbing his testicles, I could feel the sperm preparing for their descent. I started going down faster and harder....giving him everything I could muster...
"STOP!", he yelled, "I have other things to do also." When he yelled stop, that is what I did. I did not slow to a stop, I abruptly quit sucking his cock. This too, startled him. He was beginning to understand what being in control was. I have always gotten a kick out of seeing how some men wander around their wives like wimps, beggging for sexual favors and always having to do something for them in return. Then when they do get sex, it is only sex and seldom any adventure. (Pretty smart for a girl that doesn't get out) But I do read those stories, and I remember my days before Bill.
John sat still for several minutes. I imagine he was trying to regain some composure. Then he spoke, "My wife is a very lovely woman. We have been married for almost 20 years...in that time I have never been with another woman. But she is so puritan with her views toward sex. You know this was the first blowjob I have received in 15 years?"
He continued detailing his sexual history to me, "I really want to try anal sex, but she will never allow it...calls me a pervert...or a homo...but I'm just curious." He finally asked, "Can I fuck your ass?" He again showed he was new at this. He wasn't to ask...he was to tell.
I answered, "yes, sir...." again getting bold..."fuck my ass!"
"Don't you need lubricated?"
I walked to the hall way and returned with a tube of KY. I began rubbing the lubricant around my anus, gently inserting a finger to make sure it was oiled well. John begged to let him apply the lube. I knew he should not be expected to apply it. Bill always told me it was a dirty place and the only male part that should touch it was a cock. But I let him, he seemed so excited.
When he was satisfied that I was ready. I raised my ass high in the air, giving him easier access. He rubbed his cock against my crack several times. As he was attempting to insert his tool, it "accidentally" slipped into my cunt. I gasped as his thick cock stretched the walls of my cunt.
He quickly pulled it out, apologizing as a guy would if he had "accidentally" missed her cunt and slipped into her ass. (Like anyone can slip into an ass).
He realigned his member with my anal entry, and slowly began inserting himself. First the bulb like head and slowly he inched more in until 3/4 of his shaft was buried into my ass. I felt great amounts of discomfort, but it was not nearly as painful as it had been the first few times Bill had taken me there. I was relieved because I was very scared of his width.
When John was content that I had accepted his mammoth cock, he began slowly easing it in and out. His pace became more rapid as the urgency of his sexual desire worsened. Before long he was thrusting his pelvis against my ass and his cock, pistoning my brown hole. I was feeling an orgasm but that was not possible, I never orgasm.
Just before I thought I was to experience the first orgasm of my life, John's cock erupted. Spilling sperm into my ass, load after load. I could feel my rear filling quickly with his manseed until it was overfilled and began dribbling from my rectum.
The sensations were fading as John removed his cock from my ass. I felt his cum oozing out with the final inch of his prick. Again, I would be without satisfaction.
John began to dress again. Before he could put his shorts on I crawled to him and begged to suck him clean. He glanced at his watch and said, "I have five minutes, make it quick."
I cleaned his cock, being sure to lick every inch one last time. Then he dressed and ordered me back on my chair, this time with the dildo planted in my butt. When he was confident I had obeyed these orders, he left. I am sure his wife is in for a rude awakening soon.
I am still seated by the front door, completely nude and sitting with a long thin dildo implanted in my rear, waiting for my "husband" to come home. John left about 15 minutes ago.
The clock is chimimg in the 4 o'clock hour and I have at least 1-1/2 hours before Bill will be home. I have returned to reading the erotic stories Bill left for me. The current one is a very explicit story of a girl's basketball team that falls victim to some very evil men. Again, there is strains of beastiality in this story. God, I hope Bill doesn't use that on me.
I was half way through the story when another knock came from the door. I would guess it was 4:15. I jumped up and answered it in the required 10 seconds.
Now I was really embarrassed. I was standing with our front door wide open, my naked body fully exposed to the visitor....two boys from down the street, selling candy for their baseball team. Normally I would be under strict orders not to answer the door when the neighborhood kids came about hocking their goods, but because I was "in waiting" I had to answer it.
Both boys just stood at the door staring, one at my breasts the other at my neatly trimmed pussy. They were so stunned they could not even remember why they were at the door.
According to my obligations, I was not allowed to close the door on anyone until they were ready to leave. Needless to say, these two could have stayed there staring at my nude body for the rest of the afternoon. But finally, one of the boys spoke, "Hey, sorry miss, bye!"
And with that both boys ran off and I am sure they told all their friends of the naked lady at 3009 Parkshire. With the boys gone, I was to return to my stories. My ass had become too sore to return the dildo there, so I quickly wiped it clean, lubricated it again and re-inserted it between my moist cunt lips.
The boys had not been gone long, when once again came a knock at the door. Most likely it is those same boys with a bunch of their friends. I couldn't risk that though, I had to open the door in case it was Bill or one of his proxies.
This time there were two young men standing at the doorstep. They both were wearing shirts that signified they were members of the college football team. From their expressions it was clear that Bill had fully informed them as to my "condition".
I think they expected me to say something, but I was not allowed. I just stood watching them eyeing my perky young body. While they did this I attempted to sneak peaks at their bodies. (This is also forbidden but I figure they didn't know that.)
One was very large, he was probably 6-6 and 275# black, and short short hair, the other was closer to 6-2 and 210# with blond hair, also cut very short. Recalling my high school days, I figure the black kid was a lineman and the other guy was either a quarterback or receiver.
I knew they were novices when they introduced themselves. The large black man spoke, "Hello, I am Teddy, and this is Blaine."
Blaine then added, "We are from the college and Coach sent us here." I could tell from the glee in their faces that they knew what was in store for them.
Teddy added, "Damn, you ten times better lookin' than Coach said." Why was he calling Bill, "Coach". Had he taken an additional job and not mentioned it?
"Teddy," Blaine continued, "I don't think this bitch can talk."
"Remember what Coach said?" Teddy smirked. "She's a submissive." "That means she only talks when we ask her something." He then turned to me, "Right, Bitch?"
"Yes sir.", I responded. I had to admit that I was very turned on by the prospect of these two athletic studs. I wanted them real bad, but I was still frightened because I did not know what THEY wanted.
Noticing they were still in the doorway, (and the door wide open with my naked self standing there for all who ventured by to see), I motioned for them to come in.
They both headed straight to the back of the house. I was not sure what they had in mind or if they knew they were going to the kitchen! Obediently, I followed close behind them.
When they realized they had entered the kitchen instead of the living room, Teddy shouted, "DAMN IT We going to have to take you in the kitchen."
Blaine added, "Yeah my cock is ready to bust out already. Can't wait around to find the other rooms."
Teddy obviously had no idea of the purposes for which Coach Bill kept me. He grabbed my slim body into his gigantic hands and began massaging my breasts very aggressively. I was feeling very uncomfortable as he manhandled my delicate body, but knew I could not object, even if he was doing it wrong.
Teddy finally lifted me with his cannon like arms and sat me on top of the table. He then began running his huge, thick ebony fingers across my clitoris, sending sensations throughout my body.
In all my years (prior to Bill), I had never been sexually involved with a black man. I must say, the taboo nature of it made it all the more exciting.
Teddy continued with his fingers, finally finding my gaping wet slit and inserting his thick cocklike finger into me. Blaine grabbed hold of my shoulders and gently eased me onto my back. This enabled my head to be at the other edge of the table from my pussy.
Blaine quickly dropped his jeans and pulled down his boxer shorts to unveil a 7" cock that seemed so perfectly symetrical. I knew what was coming, "Open your mouth and suck this.", Blaine said as he held is semi erect cock to my mouth.
The effects of Teddy's finger (now finger(s)) inside my steamy cunt increased my desire to take the young football studs cock into my mouth.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could even though it wasn't necessary. Blaine's hips thrust as he buried the entire shaft into my mouth. I started to gag, but was able to regain my composure and get a steady rythym going.
Teddy's fingers filled my small, but very excited, cunt. I was beginning to feel electricity charging inside my body. The slippery wettness made his huge fingers glide in an out with great ease. I thought to myself, If his fingers are as large as most guys' cocks then I really wanted to see his raw manhood. I knew it would be the largest I had ever seen. I had read enough stories, to know that some men are extremely long, especially the black men.
Blaine saw that Teddy was concentrating on finger-fucking me, so he pulled my body closer to the edge of the table. Now my head hung over the side. I knew he wanted to fuck my mouth. sticking his enlarged cock as deep in my throat as he could manage.
From this position, it allowed his cock to have a straight entry through my lips, into my mouth, and down my throat. AT this point Blaine would not allow me to move my head. (I don't think I could have anyway). He placed his hands along the sides of my face holding my head still as he very slowly thrust himself between my pert and pouty lips. With each thrust I felt I had to gag, but was somehow able to control it. Blaine was steadily increasing the speed at which his cock was entering my mouth. As he thrust faster and deeper, Teddy began ramming his fingers in anout of my pussy.
I had to make this last just a little longer, I knew I could have an orgasm if this kept up. But then Teddy removed his fingers! He looked at me and said, "Damn Bitch is too hot. I think she needs my cock now. Ever been fucked by a black man?"
I slowly shook my head "no", careful not to ruin Blaine's rythym as he continued ravaging my mouth.
"Good. Then this will be a treat for you." Teddy looked very proud as he continued, "When you get a load of my whopper you won't want anything else."
Blaine pulled his member from my mouth so I could turn and see what Teddy was so proud of.
With that, Teddy pulled his sweat pants off and I could already see a huge bulge in his shorts. When they came off, out slipped a semi-erect cock, that was enormous. I could not even venture to guess how large he was.
Sensing my curiousity, Teddy said, "When he fully wakes up, he going to be a whopping 14" long and 8 inches in circumfrence." His face continued to glow with pride as his ebony cock grew harder, longer and thicker.
Now I was afraid! There was no way he was going to insert that giant prick into my small cunt and not hurt me.
Teddy again took my small body into his gargantuous arms and carried me into the living room. I could see the end of his cock swaying as he walked. Blaine followed behind, his smaller cock also waving in the wind as he took each fragile step.
When we arrived in the living room, Blaine took a seat on the sofa. His erection had not wilted any in this time. I was instructed to get on all fours, so that I could suck Blaine's swollen dick, while Teddy fucked my cunt with his monster cock.
I positioned myself and gladly accepted the return of Blaines hard-on to my lips. I began working him over at my slow, seductive pace. I was trying to prepare for what was to undoubtedly be a very painful experience. I could again feel Teddy's fingers rubbing my clitoris and occaisionally dipping into my nectar pot. The electrical charges were coming faster as he prepared my pussy for what was to come.
Then I could feel the bulbous head of his sword rubbing where his fingers had been only moments ago. Here I had one stud's cock in my mouth and was only moments from another one in my steamy cunt.
It was obvious that Teddy had experience in fucking girls whose pussies are too tight for his cock. He was going at such a slow pace, inserting only fractions of his cock at a time. Then he would wait for my body to grow accustomed to his girth before continuing. I knew he would not get all of it inside, I only hoped he had no intention of pushing it.
Finally, when half of Teddy's meat was inside me, he stopped again. But this time instead of entering any further he began to withdraw the oily nectar covered cock.
Blaine's cock was fully inserted into my throat and I had to force it out quickly. I could not believe this...I gasped for air, the electrical energy was fully charged and my breathing was becoming labored. Then Teddy slipped all of what he had removed, back into my hot, glistening pussy. Now I made another noise as instead of not getting air I had too much. I heard myself moan, "ooommm"
I reached out and began masturbating Blaine's cock, knowing I would die if he kept it blocking my air. Teddy inched a little more cock into me, then withdrew, faster this time. As soon as he had most of himself out he quickly re-inserted the long shaft. I would assume he now had 9 inches thrust inside my box. My moaning was becoming uncontrollable.
Teddy increased the speed and was now fucking me with about 10" of his rod. My first orgasm was now building to a climax. MY moans were uncontrollable, I had to cum!
Just as I was reaching the peak of my orgasm, Blaine (excited by my moans) began erupting. He shot loads of sperm arching from the tip of his cock and landing on my cheeks, lips and forehead. The warm sting of the additional loads felt good against my body as it began to quake into the final stages of my orgasm. I continued stroking Blaine, milking every ounce of cum from his tool. I licked what my tongue would reach, relishing in the salty taste.
As I began descending from my exstacy, I realized that the same warm sticky fluid that Blaine had deposited on my face, was being injected into my unprotected womb. Teddy's cock was spitting his white cream 'de cum deep inside me. I never had protection before because I had not been allowed with anyone but Bill. Now this black man was pumping his seed into my fertile womb. God what if I got pregnant? How would I explain a black child to my red-neck ******? How would I explain my lifestyle to them? What difference did it make, Bill wouldn't let me see anyone anyway. He would probably make me give it up for adoption.
As these questions ran through my head, Blaine and Teddy had re-clothed themselves and were preparing to leave, something about being late for practice. I collapsed on the living room floor with Teddy's cum dripping out of my now widened cunt, and Blaine's cum drying on my forehead.
"Bye, Honey", Teddy shouted from the doorway.
"Yeah, I hope we will be back later.", added Blaine.
And with that the door closed and I was alone again.
