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Chapter 9
While her eyes were closed I noticed that her right hand had slipped inside the waistband of the gym shorts. The movement under the fabric told me that she had found something to do that reminded her of those days. While I waited for her to return to this afternoon I helped myself to another sandwich.
“Whew!” She said, opening her eyes and remembering where she was. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ignore you like that!.” She blushed, easing her hand out of her shorts. Suddenly the kitchen had a more...feminine fragrance. Can a strangled erection be fatal?
“No, no. That's alright. I was just having another bite.” I said.
“I could probably find you something else to chew on...” She looked at me through half closed eyes – bedroom eyes, I suspect, and lifted her eyebrows.
“Mary. Please. I'm your son-in-law. Your daughter's husband. What would she think?” I responded.
“Mmmm. She thinks you're delightful. And hung. I think you're delightful. And want to find out.” She replied.
“MARY!” I said forcefully, raising my voice. “No! Not going to happen! Now...” I calmed down, attempting to restore some sanity to the situation. Okay, attempting to bring me back to some semblance of sanity. I had little hope for her. She seemed absolutely nonplussed. She just gazed back at me, a slight smile on her face.
“Please. I'm here to try to learn something that might help Allison..you remember your daughter Allison?” I continued, “And me to learn how we might give her some...relief...and still keep our marriage intact.” I was getting distraught. The problem was...she knew it. She smiled and seemed to come back into the moment.
“Are you? Are you, really?” She paused. “I thought you were here to hear of my...escapades of working in Ms...working as a whore.” She actually blushed a little at that and looked out of the window. She turned back to me. “I don't get to tell many people about...about my condition or what I've had to do to control it. It really controls me. I've talked to therapists about it.” She looked away again. “Lord knows the number of therapists I've been to.” She looked back at me. “Do you know why therapists bill you for an hour but only spend forty five minutes with the patient?” I shook my head. “So they have five minutes to write down some notes that they might not think of when they listen to the tapes and ten minutes to masturbate and straighten up before the next patient arrives. Or to stop laughing. Depends on the patient.” She gazed at me, still smiling. “Ever notice that the air in a therapists' office always smells like air freshener?” I squirmed a bit, uncomfortable both from her comments and thinking about them. “So the office doesn't smell like a wet cunt.” She laughed. “You can't smell semen as much.” Her eyes sparkled. “Unless you've worked in a whorehouse!” She laughed again.
I gave her a chance to settle down. I took some deep breaths.
“Mary...” I began. “You've going to have company in little while...”She held up her hand and smiled at me.
“I know. Hear me out. Let me tell you some things. They probably won't help much. They'll probably just make you horny...which may help Allison. I want you to promise me that you'll come back and listen again sometime. Come back and bring Allison...though she doesn't have to listen to my stories. I just like to visit with her. She can talk to her dad while we talk...about sex.” She grinned. “Maybe we can figure out something that will help both of us.”
“Both of us...you and Allison or you and me?” I asked. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Whichever. Would you like a drink? Because I do.” I shook my head as she got up and fixed herself a stiff bourbon. I was stiff enough. “I'm going to tell you about an afternoon I had. I've never told anyone this. I've wanted to for years...but I didn't think anyone would believe it. You might not either...but you'll understand now that you've seen it from your perspective.” And she began.
“I was in Ms. Funderburk's parlor. It was a bit early, around 7:30. There were two other girls there, so far. It had been a slow day, base payday was still three days off, so things tended to slow down at that time. The doorbell rang and Ms Funderburk let this gentleman come in. She acted like she might have recognized him, but didn't address him that way. She brought him into the parlor, and he just stood there looking at us. He was good looking. He was tall and built like he was real active. He had sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. He didn't exactly smile...he looked curious. Usually the guys come in like they own the place because they've been there several times before or they're a little hesitant. This guy seemed to know everything about everything. He wore an expensive suit, obviously tailored, and his shoes also looked custom. He looked at each of us and turned to Ms. Funderburk. She looked at us and said 'Mary. This gentleman would like some companionship.' I got up and walked toward them, she looked uncomfortable. He asked me 'Are you married?' I suddenly felt uncomfortable too, but just nodded and said 'yes.' I couldn't understand how he knew unless she had told him. Or why that mattered. But it did, apparently. He grinned and showed his teeth...they looked perfect but his grin seemed...carnivorous. He turned to Ms. Funderburk and said 'Excellent! All night, then?' He had an accent, maybe English. Ms Funderburk looked at me and then him and said 'Until two. Is six hours enough?' He nodded and answered. 'Certainly. Splendid' then he did something unusual. He stepped to the door and picked up a bag, like a sports bag, that he had left there.”
“Ms Funderburk never let anyone go up with anything other than what was in their pockets, but she let this fellow bring in a bag. She was afraid that someone might bring in drugs, or liquor or a gun. But this guy just came in and acted like he owned the place. I've thought about it for many years. I think maybe he did own a part of it. Anyway, we went upstairs. Instead of going to my usual room, he steered me down the hall to another room. We called it the 'Presidential suite' or the 'Bridal suite'. I doubt that any newlyweds ever came there, but we called it that anyway. It was a much larger room. It had an adjoining bathroom with a sunken tub, plus it had a California king sized bed. There were rings and hooks hidden in the frame, if you knew where to look. Apparently, he knew where to look. He went to the closet and began taking off his clothes and putting them on hangers. He turned to look at me and said 'I want you naked and stretched out on the bed'. I took what little I had on off and stretched out on the bed. He got naked and then he put the bag on the bed beside me. 'Have you ever been tied up?' He asked. I shook my head. 'You're married?' He asked again. I just nodded. 'Do you do it for the money...or do you just like to fuck?' I answered him. 'Both. But mainly because I like to fuck.' He grinned at that. 'Good. And does your husband know?' I nodded again. 'Even better. Does he like the idea?' I shook my head 'no'. 'Superb! This will be even better than I had hoped. Tell me... do you tell him much?' I shook my head again; this was getting a bit personal and even more uncomfortable. 'Splendid! Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to have a bit of fun. You're going to have a LOT of fun. I suspect that you don't get enough of what you need to fully satisfy you...I'm going to give that to you. You don't have to tell HIM...but he might appreciate it if you tell him a little. Maybe he'll get an idea that can help you, too. If he doesn't, tell Eleanor. I might come back and give you more.' He got a bunch of straps and things out of his bag. He put some...wrist things on my arms and something similar on my ankles and attached them to the corners of the bed. There were adjustments on them that allowed him to shorten the length because once he put them on me he tightened them up.”
“That was a big bed...so he must have known about it. He tightened them up until my tits started to flatten out and it was hard for me to breathe. The he asked me 'Are you ticklish?' And I nodded. I am, sometimes, sometimes not. This time I wasn't, I guess I was nervous. He pulled a feather out and started stroking me with it; but it didn't do anything. He didn't say anything but he put it away. 'Have you ever been spanked for telling a fib?' I nodded, because my parents used to when I was little. 'Does you husband spank you?' He asked me. I shook my head and said 'No. He's too gentle for that. He loves me.' 'Pity.' He said to me. 'Just because he loves you, doesn't mean he can't spank you. After all, you might like it'. He picked up a blindfold and put it over my eyes. 'I don't love you. I like you already...but I don't love you. And I WILL spank you. Right before I whip you.' That made me scared. I heard him get something out of the bag and I heard a swishing sound, like he was swinging it around. Then he put that down on the bed and got something else out. He swished that around, but it sounded different, somehow.”
“He did that several more times and it felt like he put each thing down on the bed. Then I felt the bed sag down and I felt him next to me. 'I'm going to do some things that you may have never done before. Some might sting a bit'. That sounded like what a doctor says right before he hurts you a LOT! I knew that Ms. Funderburk wouldn't let anything bad happen to me...but she wasn't here. And the whole situation seemed strange. He put his hand on my abdomen and I jumped. I wasn't expecting that. He rubbed me a bit them moved up to my breasts. He squeezed one, hard, and then squeezed them both, very hard, using his other hand. He pinched both of my nipples, starting at the bottom of the nipple and sliding up, like he was milking them. He did this several times, and then he moved down and slipped a finger into my cunt and I was surprised that I was so wet.”
“'My, my! What have we here'. He seemed delighted that I was wet. He pulled me open and started spreading my...wetness around. I heard him chuckle and then he said 'I think you're enjoying this much too much. I'm going to have to see just how much you DO enjoy it.' He moved off the bed and the next thing I knew my belly felt like he had burned me! I felt a line of fire across my belly. Then he did it again. One above then another below the first one. He didn't say anything, he just hit me, slowly. I mean he waited between each stroke. The strokes themselves weren't slow. They were so fast that I didn't hear them at first. I could just make out the sound before they hit. I was stiff as I could be, just scared stiff. He had already stretched me out so that I could barely move, so I couldn't get out of they way. Plus I couldn't see so I didn't know which way to go. I held my breath...No, I couldn't breathe. He waited then, for me to breathe. When I took a breath he hit the underside of my boobs. That's when I screamed. When I took another breath to scream again he put his hand over my mouth and said 'If you must do that I will gag you. Is that what you want?' I shook my head under his hand and he took it away. He must have known what I was going to do because when he hit my boobs again and I opened my mouth to scream again he stuffed a ball in my mouth. The ball had straps on it and he pulled them around my head and buckled it. That's when I REALLY got scared.”
She took a sip of her drink; I squirmed around, trying to find some extra room in my pants. At that point I was tempted to beg off and find the bathroom. I didn't need to pee.
“He said to me, 'I told you. Now, I don't want to disturb the neighbors.' I didn't know if he meant the other 'guests' or the other houses that were at least five miles away. He let me calm down and then told me 'Take deep breaths. Nice, slow, deep breaths.' I took several and when I took the next one he struck my thigh. He let me take another few and when I inhaled again he hit my other thigh. He kept that up; every other deep breath he would strike me on my inhale. Then after a little while I realized that they really didn't hurt all that much. He was very careful where he hit me. Sometimes on the outside of my leg, sometimes on the inside. Sometimes very close to my cunt, some times on my shoulder. I didn't know where he was going to hit me. But the funny thing was...I didn't care. I did realize that my jaw was sore from biting down so hard on the ball between my teeth. So I relaxed. I just wanted him to pop me with whatever it was wherever he wanted to. Then he stopped and I could tell that he had picked up something different. It made a different sound. He hit the inside of my leg down at my knee and it felt heavy. He did that again and he said 'I want to turn you over. Do you mind?' I shook my head and he took out the ball gag. I said 'No, sir.' I don't know why I said it that way...I just did.”
“He loosened the straps or whatever they were and released them and I turned over. He stretched me out again, this time on my stomach, and he tightened them up again. Then he held the ball against my lips and I opened my mouth. He put it in and buckled up the straps. It was like a normal thing to do. He straightened out the blindfold and I could tell that something was going to happen. He hit me on the back of my thigh. Not real hard, but so I could get used to it. The next stroke was harder. Then he started hitting me continuously. Mainly on my butt and legs. A few on my lower back, then a couple on my shoulders then he quit. He sat down next to me again and said. 'Now I'm going to spank you. You told me a fib. Maybe you didn't mean to...but you did. You said you were ticklish...but you weren't. I like woman who are ticklish. It steals their control when I use the feather. They can't help it. But you didn't tickle. So I have to spank you. Do you understand?' I nodded my head...but I didn't really understand all that well. I just knew I was going to get a spanking. He knew how to spank. After a about a dozen spanks he stopped and I think he put on gloves. Then he started again. I felt like my butt was on fire when he stopped. He must have taken the gloves off because I could feel his hands when he put them on my ass. He said “Hmmm. Hot buns. The best kind.' And he slid his hands all over my butt. He even slipped a hand down inside my thighs and felt my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was.”
“He said, 'My dear, I do believe you're enjoying this. Let me see what I can do to make you enjoy it even more.' It sounded like he rummaged around in his bag again. I heard some more swishing and then it got quiet. I heard something; just a slight noise then my legs burst into flames! Anyway…it felt that way. Right above the backs of my knees. Both of them. I thought that he had sliced them off, it hurt so sharply. I screamed…of course. But with the gag, I doubt you could have heard it outside of the room. Then he did it again. Just above the first one. Then before I could get another sound out he did it again. I could hardly get a breath when the next one fell. All the way up to my ass cheeks. He stopped right under my ass. I guess he was letting me get my breath. I was breathing pretty hard by then. Then as I was getting my breath back and taking another breath, he hit me just under my ass…right where my legs turn into my ass.” She paused, remembering that night. She looked into my eyes. “Do you have any idea how tender the skin is right where your legs stop and your ass starts?” I shook my head. Actually, I had an idea; but I had never been caned there…so I couldn’t honestly say.
“Well. Let me tell you. It felt like he hit me with an electrical wire. The pain…shot into my skull and made my eyes hurt. He let that one sink in, thank heavens! The next one was above the first and then he did what he did before, waiting for me to take a breath. I started to just hold my breath…but I had to breathe. And when I did, he struck me on the second breath. He did this until he reached my shoulders, then he stopped. By that time I was just quivering. I couldn’t scream…though I had tried. I couldn’t see. My ears were roaring from the blood rushing through me. The loudest thing I could hear was the sound of air rushing in and out of my nose. I tried breathing around the gag; but that didn’t work so well. I was drooling so much that I couldn’t breathe through my mouth. My chest hurt from trying to breathe through my nose only. He let me lay there and calm down.” She took a sip of bourbon. She looked into my eyes; they were sparkling. She had very comfortable … memories of that night.
“He started to release me, first my ankles then my wrists. He left the blindfold on me but held my hand and gently pulled me to the edge of the bed. He was so gentle. I couldn’t understand him. He was such a gentleman…but he HURT me! I realized when I moved across the bed that my pussy was soaking wet. My back and legs were on fire… but my cunt was aching. I could smell my pussy; my pubic hair must have been matted because It felt like my pussy was stuck closed from laying on it. He helped me up. I could hardly stand, so he let me sit on the side of the bed. I sat there, with the blindfold on and gag in my mouth…but I didn’t touch either one. I just sat and tried to figure out how I felt.”
“After a few minutes he picked up my hand and asked me ‘Can you stand?’ I had to hold onto the bed with my other hand, but he helped me and I got up. He led around to what must have been the foot of the bed and said ‘Stand there.’ I was facing the bed but he turned me around and I felt him put the wrist straps on me and he lifted one hand up and attached it to something in the ceiling. Then he did the same to the other wrist. He put straps on my ankles and spread them apart and attached them to the floor, somehow. He pulled my wrists so that I was standing straight, but not stretched too bad. He went away for a few minutes and then came back. I could tell he was doing something, but I couldn’t tell what and I didn’t want to ask. ‘I prefer my whores to be clean.’ He said, and I guess I stiffened at that. Back then I didn’t really think of myself as a ‘whore’. I was just trying to get my…libido? Is that the right word? My libido under control. But he knew what I was. I was his whore. And he was in control. I felt something hot on my pussy. He had put a hot, wet towel on my cunt. He held there for a minute and then he switched it for another. I felt him rubbing something soft over my cunt and I realized what he was doing. I started squirming around because I didn’t want to be shaved. As if I had any choice. He knew what I meant because he struck me across my butt again. I don’t know what it was, but it hurt worse than anything else he had used yet. ‘Be still!’ He said. He sounded cross. I couldn’t tell if he really was…but I would rather be shaved than get any more of those! I settled down and just shook while he lathered me up. Then he told me ‘I have a straight razor in my hand. I AM going to shave your twat. It should have been done already. But never mind. If you don’t want me to shave off any of your bits that you would rather keep, I recommend that you keep still. I’m not quite a surgeon. So I can’t reattach anything that falls off.’ I got real still after that. He started at the top and I was surprised at how smooth he was. I could feel a slight pull…a slight stretching of my skin. But that was all. He rubbed me a few times again; I guess he was putting on more shaving cream. He released my left leg and he pulled it up, I guess he attached it to another line from the ceiling. He pulled it up and lathered up my upper leg and asshole; then he shaved it off. He put that one down and did the same thing with the other leg. He was very careful shaving my asshole. He took his time doing that. I heard him humming while he shaved me there. I think he liked playing with my asshole. Finally he started moving around and he put another hot towel on me. He wiped me down and I could fell his fingers gliding over my pussy. It felt strange. I was bald down there! He pulled me open; he pulled each lip away and I felt him blow over my pussy and inside me. I had never felt anything like that! 'Lovely, just lovely’ I heard him say. Then he started pulling me open, stretching my lips apart. He pulled them way apart, until they started to hurt. He held them like that and started running his fingertips up and down the insides of my cunt lips. I must have been very wet because his fingers just slipped around on me. He rubbed some of my juice on my clit very, very gently. I could barely feel his fingers because of all the juice. He pushed against the top of my clit...my clit has a rather pronounced hood and it sticks out a bit. I discovered how much once I got a look at myself shaved bald. I keep it shaved, now. Would you like to see how it sticks out?” I frowned and just shook my head no. I can be such a liar. I suspect that her clit and her daughter's have a lot in common.
“Anyway, he pushed my hood back and started rolling my clit between his fingers...all covered with my slippery juice. I thought I would explode. He stopped and put two, maybe three, I couldn't see, fingers inside my cunt and stirred me around. Then he started rolling my clit again. He was driving me crazy!” She sat back for minute and took a long breath. I thought she didn't need to driven anywhere; she was a short stroll from berserk as it was.
“He stopped and stood up and walked around to where his bag was. When he came back I felt him put some kind of a belt on me. It buckled in the back and I could feel something hanging down from it in front. Then I felt him put something over my clit. He did something and I felt my clit get sucked up inside whatever he put on it. Maybe it was a tube. He attached it to the belt so that it was held up and stretched away from my cunt. It felt real weird. I could feel my pussy was open but he put some clips on my pussy lips and tied them to each other with a cord that went around my thigh. He stretched me like before, until it hurt, then he started play with my boobs. I have VERY sensitive breasts. And my nipples get long when I get excited. Would you...” She started to ask if I would like to see them but I stopped her.
“No, Mary. NO! I wouldn't.” I interrupted her before she could finish asking. Liar, I am. She pouted but continued.
“Well, he played with my titties. He pinched my nipples like he did before, milking them really hard. I know I groaned. I couldn't stand it. Then he pulled the right one out like he was trying to take it off and he put what felt like a rubber band around it. Then another. He put a bunch on it and started doing the same thing to the other one. 'Elastics are so handy. And so entertaining'. That's what he called rubber bands -'elastics'. He flicked my nipples with his fingernails. They felt hard as rocks. He grabbed my nipples with his fingernails and pinched them and pulled. That made me gasp. It hurt...but it was exciting, too. He told me 'I can tell you like this. You're making quite the puddle on the floor. I'm going to enjoy watching you lick all that up when I'm finished.' He waited a minute and I guess he was watching me because the next thing he said was 'Hmm. When I told you that you would have to lick it up you drooled again. And now you're doing it some more. Do you like your flavor?' I shook my head since I couldn't answer him. 'You will before I'm through. Have you ever licked another woman's bits?' I shook my head again. 'You should. An absolutely delightful experience. One of my favorites. I rarely lick a whore's bits...I guess you can guess why...but I do enjoy my wife’s flavor. And my mistress's too. So do they.' That startled me. Here's a married man with a mistress and still he comes to a whorehouse. But I thought that maybe he doesn't do these things to them. But I wouldn't bet that he didn't.”
“He stepped back and I heard him in his bag again. Then I heard him step in front of me and something swished in front of me. Then it swished again. Then I started feeling it. A tiny burning feeling. At first I felt it on my tummy...it wasn't too bad there. Then one swished across my right nipple. I'll never forget that. My nipple felt like I had stuck it in a light socket. Then the left one. Then he moved around. I don't know how long he did that. Then he stopped and fiddled with the belt and suddenly there was something vibrating my clit. This was harder than a regular battery vibrator, or maybe because it was sucked up inside that thing. I was just so sensitive! Then he started whipping me again. This time he started at my feet and worked his way up. It made a different sound when he got to the tops of my thighs. I guess all my juice dragged on it. He stopped after a few strokes on my cunt and I felt him fiddling with the belt thing again. Then he stuck some large thing up inside me and I felt him attach it to the belt too. It was big, but I was so wet and turned on it could have been a baseball bat and I wouldn't have cared. OH! Remind me to tell you about the ballplayer...She shook her head. One story at a time.”
“He started up again, never hitting me hard with that little whip, but just everywhere. The vibrator was making the dildo or whatever was in my pussy move around and then he just started working all over my tits. I was about to explode and I think he could tell. He stopped and I felt a sharp point, like a needle point against my right nipple. Then he said 'When I push this hatpin through your nipple I want you to cum.' He started to push but it never got a chance to pierce my skin. I just exploded! I came and came. I shook all over and must have passed out.”
“When I woke up I was laying on the floor. I was untied and he held my head in his lap. He had opened my mouth and the head of his cock was in it, lying on my tongue. I realized what it was and started sucking on it. He let me do that for a few minutes then he said 'First things first. First you clean up your mess. Then you clean up mine.' He lifted my shoulders and pointed me towards the puddle on the floor. He was right. I had left a mess. I made a face at it and stopped. He smacked my ass with a crop I hadn't seen and said 'I'm going to watch you lick every drop. And do it slowly. I want to see each lick on your tongue before you swallow it.' I said to him 'But it's...its so...' He finished my sentence. 'Humiliating?' I nodded yes. 'That's the point. I want to watch my whore lick up her own cum. And I want to watch you enjoy doing it. So you better enjoy it. If I need to string you up again you won't cum. And it won't be nearly as much fun as the first time.' “
She paused for another breath and a sip.
“He called it fun. I hurt all over. Hell, I hurt just from cumming so hard, much less what he did to me. The as I was about to stick my tongue in it he said 'Wait. One other thing first.' Then he got a knife from somewhere behind him and moved over to me. That scared me too; but I couldn't move. He put the point of the knife at the base of my boob right at the rubber bands - the 'elastics' he called them – and touched them with the tip. They flew off and then the blood rushed back into my boob. Now THAT HURT! While I was crying over the first one he did the other one. I saw stars! I almost collapsed into the puddle but caught myself before my face fell into it. 'Now. Lick.' He told me. So I dipped my head down. When I did my nipples touched the floor and I jumped. They were so tender. But I licked at the puddle; slowly like he said. It smelled strong, like a thoroughly fucked pussy but without semen. After a few minutes acting like I enjoyed it, it wasn't so bad. I guess acting the part can convince you to be the part. But he was right. By the time I was finished, I DID like it. And Jack doesn't mind it when I suck him clean after we fuck. I think that sometimes it reminds him where I acquired the taste for it. He doesn't mention it, though.”
She gazed out the window, lost in her past again, I guessed.
Chapter 10
I excused myself; this time I really did need to drain my bladder. My mind was swirling with her tale. I was sure that she had plenty more to tell. Working in a whorehouse, even part time, was bound to have a lot of stories associated with it.
When I returned she had refreshed both drinks and was a bit flushed. I didn't know what she might have done; but the aroma gave me a clue.
“Let me tell you about the rest of the night. He was ever the gentleman; but quite in control. After I had finished licking up all my cum,” she licked her lips very lasciviously and grinned at me. I was beginning to feel a slight heart arrhythmia. I was also beginning to understand Jack all the better. Maybe Ms Funderburk's offer wasn't such a bad idea. She continued.
“He tied my hands behind my back and told me to get up on the bed. He got on the bed in front of me and propped himself up on several pillows. 'Crawl up here and work on this.' He said, indicating his cock. I scooted up on my knees. It wasn't easy with the covers but I got there and sort of fell onto his cock. He had a nice one. Long, but not too thick. It was hard to keep my head up while lying on my belly. I didn't have my hands or arms to prop me up with so all I could do was arch my back and put him in my mouth. My front was still very sore from the whipping and the way he had punished my boobs. And it didn't take long before my tummy muscles and neck muscles got tired of holding my head up. He just watched me struggle and I realized that that was what he wanted: to watch me struggle to suck his cock without strangling on it. But that was what I was doing, I was strangling. His long cock was deep enough down my throat that it was hard to breathe around it. But I couldn't lift my mouth off of it. When I tried to lie down sideways he would reach out with the crop and smack my ass to make me turn back straight. I looked into his face and he just smiled and occasionally moved his hips to push his groin all the way against my mouth, then relax and let me keep going. I think I was turning blue. But he gave no indication that he was even close to cumming. I started to get desperate and started to fuck him with my throat. I held him tight with my lips and sucked as hard as I could while bobbing my head, throat fucking him. He smiled and said 'Well. You did catch on. Very good! You might get your prize if you keep up like that.' I was getting light headed but my butt was too sore to get many more smacks from that crop. He finally closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn't move otherwise, but I felt him twitch in my mouth and I could taste his cum. He twitched quite a while. By that time I just held my breath and let him shoot it down my throat. When he quit twitching I moved my mouth off of him. 'Did I tell you to stop?' He said. I told him 'No. But I can't stay in this position any longer.' So I rolled over and made it to a kneeling position and worked up to where I could kneel and bend over to suck him some more. That was almost as bad, but at least I wasn't choking. He had softened some, but not nearly as much as I had expected. He got hard again pretty quickly. I sucked him a while longer when he said 'How's your bum?' I thought he meant from all the abuse so I said 'It's sore. I won't be able to sit down for days'. He laughed and said 'That's not what I meant. When I get through you might not sit for weeks. I meant your arse hole. Is it tight?' He could tell that I didn't like the sound of that. I don't mind anal...well at that time I didn't mind anal once in a while. He changed that, too.”
She took another sip. I was about ready for a stiff one. Drink, that is. I already had a stiffy.
“He said 'Turn around.' So I waddled around and he untied my hands. I felt him messing with the bag again and he said 'Reach back and spread your arse cheeks. Wide.' So I did and he put some thick slippery gel on my asshole. He massaged it in and slipped a finger in. It went in real easy so he slipped another in and started spreading them and crossing them. He was massaging my sphincter. He slipped another finger in and kept massaging and stretching my hole. It didn't really hurt. The stretching was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what he had done already. I guess my endorphins or whatever they are had kicked in and I didn't feel as much pain. I was lying on my tummy with my ass up in the air for him. He lifted me up by my waist and put a couple of pillows under me to support me. He kept playing with my newly shaved asshole. Then he said 'All that hair that you used to have isn't in the way now. Nothing to catch at the wrong moment.'”
“He obviously had plenty of experience. He sat up and put some of the gel on his cock and slipped it into my asshole. It still didn't hurt, actually it felt pretty good. I felt full, but not unpleasant, like when men have taken me there before. He went slowly, easing in and out just a bit. He was touching some of the marks he had made on my back and legs. I could feel his fingertips trace some of the welts he made. 'Touch yourself.' He told me, so I eased a hand under me and started playing with my clit and pussy. I was soaking again! He just kept moving slowly, sometimes coming almost completely out then moving all the way in. He sat back and spread my cheeks apart and pulled out and looked at me. When I felt my asshole tighten up he put himself back inside and said 'You're the whore. You're supposed to be fucking me. So...fuck me.' I know I blushed when he said that. Other men didn't talk to me like that, but he liked to say things that embarrassed me. He liked to humiliate me. And it got me excited, too. I didn't know why. Still don't. But I got even wetter when he told me that. I started fucking him back. I put two fingers in my pussy and I could feel him inside me. That excited me more. I started trying to rub him with my fingers from inside my pussy. “Hmmm. The whore is learning her trade at last.' Was all he said. I don't know how long it took. A long time, I think. I started fucking him harder because it felt good to me too. He finally came again. I fell down on the pillows and he leaned back. When I started to move away he said 'And where do you think you're going?' I looked back at him and he was pointing at his cock. 'A proper whore cleans up after herself.' I must have looked horrified at the idea because he picked up the crop and slashed me across my shoulder then my ass. He didn't look very happy at that point so I crawled over and started to suck him clean. I didn't like it. He knew I didn't like it; I think that's why he made me do it. He didn't taste good. When I got him clean he smiled and said 'We're going to turn you into a first class whore yet.' I made a face at him and he laughed and got up. He went to the bathroom and I heard him pissing. At least he had the decency to go to the toilet for that. I could hear him running the water and washing. When he came back he said 'Now it's your turn. While you're in there, brush your teeth. When you come back we can fuck.' I couldn't believe that he said that. I couldn't believe that he could do it again. But I went to the bathroom and when I came back, we fucked.”
Chapter 11
“We fu cked in all the different positions you can think of. He was just as hard as when I had first sucked him. I was worn out. My pussy was wet and sloppy. When he came at last he lay on his back and I fell over next to him. After a few seconds he looked at me and then at his now softening cock and raised his eyebrows. 'Well?' Was all he said. I managed to get back up and suck him clean again. After the first two times this was okay. In fact I liked the taste better with his cum mixed with my juices than my asshole. Well, my juices and my cum. I came at least twice more while he was fucking me. I was worn completely out. Once he was clean he crooked his finger at me and I crawled up to him. 'Tell Eleanor that I approve of her choice. You can let yourself out. I'm sure you know the way.' And he closed his eyes and could have been asleep; but I'm not sure. I picked up my clothes and went out. Ms Funderburk was waiting in the parlor. She smiled at me and watched as I got dressed in my street clothes. 'How are you?' She asked me. 'Sore. All over, more than anyplace else.' She chuckled at that. 'He's thorough, isn't he?' I nodded. I wondered if perhaps he had done something similar to her. 'He said to tell you that he approved of your choice.' She lifted her eyebrows at that. 'Then you must have impressed him. And that isn't easy. He's most particular.' She said. 'Peculiar is more like it' I replied. She laughed and agreed with that. I went home and didn't even think to ask about the money. The next time I went back to work there I found that he had paid double.” She smiled at the memory.
About that time the door opened and Jack came in. I hadn't realized how late it had become. The “poke her” party would be starting soon.
“Good afternoon, my love.” Mary greeted Jack. He kissed her and sat down at the table. He asked me:
“How was the afternoon?” I just nodded and said “Interesting. Very interesting.” He started to smile when Mary filled him in.
“I told him about the English gentleman.” Jack's smile turned into something like a scowl and he got up and went to the fridge to retrieve a beer. He held one for me and I nodded. “Just one. Then I need to get home.”
“Fucking limey bastard.” Was his only comment. Mary blushed.
“Honey, you know you like some of the things he taught me.” Jack scowled again. “And you remember that I wasn't horny again for almost two weeks.” She stood up and smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders then left the kitchen. Jack handed me a beer just said:
“Fucking limey bastard.”
Chapter 12
I got away before the party started. Jack offered to let me have the first go at Mary; but I declined. I think he understood too well. The drive home was just the way I like it – uneventful. It gave me a chance to think about some things. Ally seemed to be very much like her mother. It gave me hope that there might some things to be learned from Mary’s past experiences. I decided that I needed to see Ms Eleanor one more time.
I got home to find my wife in a horny way. Like there was something else new? But I had planned for this. I blindfolded her and took her into our playroom.
“I’ve got a surprise!” I told her. She wanted to look happy; but several of my surprises haven’t been as pleasant as she might have wanted. She always had a happy ending…but sometimes getting to it wasn’t as much fun for her as it was for me! I unlocked the door to our playroom closet. We had agreed that the closet was off limits to her. She didn’t need to get into it without my assistance. She stood there, unseeing, as I pulled out a Sybian she didn’t know anything about and positioned it under the suspension beam. I had ordered it with the “GMax” attachment and the double insertion. Also a “Jumbo” insertion. I wondered if that might be overkill, but probably not. I took her clothes off of her. I like to do that. It’s like unwrapping a present. Even though I know what’s inside, it’s still a thrill. She’s just so luscious.
I placed her hands into a reverse prayer position in the harness I had made for her. That was attached to the suspension beam to keep her stable. I lubed up the “GMax” I had already installed and got a large butt plug with a hard flange. I hoped that the base of the insertion would transmit the vibrations through the plug flange and give her a double delight. I stepped behind her and slid the butt plug in. Actually that’s not quite right. I bent her over and ended up shoving the thing in. But she likes it a bit rough, so it was okay. I eased her down onto the “GMax” and got a pair of manacles and chained her ankles together with the chain passing over the back of the machine. That would keep her from moving off of the thing. I found some large “elastics” and put them on the base of her boobs. A couple of sharp toothed nipple clips with built in vibrators completed the package. Now for me. I pulled up a tall stool that allowed me to adjust the height so that my cock was at the same level as her mouth. I was going to use all the pent up tension that her mother had instilled in me that afternoon. Sort of a family circle, so to speak.
“Once I turn everything on, you’re going to suck my cock until I turn it all off. I want to cum at least four times. Got it?”
“Sure. You know I love to suck your cock.” Then she stuck her tongue at me and wagged it around. Got to love her. I turned the nipple clips on first. That made her jump. By now her boobs were dark red. They would be dark purple before we were through. Then I turned on the Sybian. It has an adjustable control. I started it low, and then just turned it all the way up. I didn’t want to prolong it; I wanted her simply to cum until she passed out. She started sucking. I was hard. Hell, I’d been hard for hours. My balls ached. I figured I was good for at least two, maybe three times. I wanted to make her give me four. I had only cum that many times in a day, much less in one evening. But if she wanted off that thing, she had to work for it. The Sybian worked, I’ll give it that. She started cumming within ten minutes, it took me six. The next one took me another fifteen, her four. Then she started cumming almost constantly. She started jerking too much to keep my cock in her mouth so I turned it down. She would only jerk every few minutes, but she never asked me to turn it off. She didn’t know that it was going to continue until she passed out, only that she had to get me off four times. My cock was too sensitive for her to suck on after the second time, so I only let her just lick it and massage it with her tongue until I could stand for her to suck on it again. She still didn’t want it to stop. When my cock calmed down enough for her to suck it again, I turned the control up.
“Did you know that your mother once worked in a whorehouse?” I asked her just before I turned up the control again. She stiffened. But she just nodded her head without dropping my cock from her mouth. I continued “She seems to have a condition like yours. But I don’t really want to whore you out. Do you want me to?” She shook her head, again not losing my cock. “Good. We may have to get a little…original. But we can discuss that later. Okay?” She nodded again. “Did you know that this is ‘poke her’ night?” She stopped sucking but didn’t drop my cock. She mouthed around my cock:
“’Ow id oo ind out?”
“I’m a P.I. It’s my job to find out stuff. Why didn’t you tell me? You’re keeping secrets.” She didn’t say anything, just mouthed my cock. I saw tears dripping out from under the blindfold. I wanted to turn it off and talk, but she wasn’t finished yet and I wanted to use this distraction to intensify the experience. “Now. I don’t know what she told you. But for the rest of this evening I want you to think of yourself as MY whore. I’m your john. Your job is to make me cum.” I grabbed her beautiful, gorgeous, eatable hair and pulled her toward me. I got down so that my mouth was close to her ear. “You’re my whore. Make me cum. Make yourself cum. That’s your J.O.B. Your job. You’re a WHORE, cocksucker. Got it?” She dropped my cock and said:
“Yes, sir. May I fuck you with my throat, sir?” She quivered and I turned the machine on full. I came again, twice, in the next forty minutes. Three minutes after, she was unconscious.
Chapter 13
I returned to Ms “Funderburk’s” little establishment for more background. The surprises just kept on coming. I had called in advance for an appointment, she was much more inviting this time.
“Come in, come in, Mr. Stephens.” She welcomed me into the house and led the way again to her office.
“It’s Mark, please, Ms. Funderburk.” I answered.
“Then call me Eleanor.’ She replied. “And how are Jack and Mary?” I had given her their phone number to verify that I was not trying anything funny and was sure that she had called, but I maintained the pretense.
“They are fine. I had a very interesting afternoon with Mary not too long ago.” I told her.
“Ohhh..?” She said, turning to look at me.
“Strictly a conversation, Eleanor. Nothing more.” She grinned and turned back, her hips suddenly had an extra little bounce or something. Why did I have to get married BEFORE I met all these lovely ladies that wanted to jump my bones? Fuck me. Or at least it seemed that way. We made it to her office and we sat down.
“So. What was so confidential that you couldn’t ask me on the phone?” She began. I had refused to discuss details in order to convince her to see me in person. I couldn’t read her over the phone like I could in person.
“It’s…it’s not ‘confidential’.” I made quotes with my fingers around ‘confidential’. “It’s just that I need to discuss some things that I don’t feel comfortable discussing on the phone. Mary told me about at least one night she spent with someone…I think is your business partner.” This wasn’t quite fabrication. I had spent a considerable amount of time researching her and all her business activities. At some time she apparently had had at least one partner or investors. I couldn’t find out exactly what they were or who they were. Small business reporting requirements aren’t like SEC filings. She didn’t respond to my line, yet.
“She told me of spending an evening with some one who seemed, from what she or maybe he said that leads me to believe has or had an interest in the business. She still didn’t budge. She asked:
“What does my business dealings have to do with your figuring out how to best fuck your wife?” Her attitude was stern. I wasn’t having any effect on her.
“He had a very…effective way at dealing with her problem. He is English, I believe.” At that she grinned a VERY wide grin.
“You’re a lousy fisherman. You don’t fish worth a shit. And your target is all wrong. I hope you can shoot a gun better than that, gumshoe.” She laughed at me. I squirmed. I had taken a chance and blew it.
“Okay, you got me. I sometimes have to speculate.” I said.
“Speculate? Shit, you’re fabricating, not speculating. But you’re right about his background. He’s English. Quite. But he’s not a business partner. He’s my former husband.”
And she grinned again. What the FUCK?!
“Husband? You’re kidding.” Was all I could come up with. She was still grinning.
“Nope. FORMER husband. I was doing outcall, had a pretty good book going. He booked me for a night. The first night he was pretty vanilla. I wasn’t really into the rough stuff. I’m still not. I tried some light bondage with him. He’s good. I had never had a john that took the time to thrill me like he did.”
She stopped, waiting for my reaction. By that time I had managed to pick up my jaw and close my mouth.
“Please, go on.” I encouraged.
“We ended up getting married. I still don’t quite understand why I married him. Infatuation I suppose. I found out afterward that he needed a simple fix to keep his visa legal. I was the fix.”
“And you were still…hooking?” I asked. She nodded.
“He has a rather…cavalier attitude towards things like marriage and sex. And other legal niceties. He met me hooking; he knew it was my livelihood. He certainly didn’t want to have to work even harder to support me. He once told me ‘Just don’t wear it out or come home dripping’. Other than that, he was okay with it.”
I just shook my head. Some things are beyond my ken.
“So what happened?” I asked.
“”He hated condoms. Wouldn’t use them. I didn’t make him use them with me, but I wanted him to use them if he was shagging any other girls.” She noticed my bulging eyes. “What? I was screwing other men. Sometimes several different ones in the same day. He decided that if I could then he could. What was I to say? Like I said, he was cavalier.” She mused for a moment.
“I discovered that he wasn’t using condoms and confronted him with it. He said he had a latex sensitivity. So I told him to use skins. Besides, he used them with me before we got married. Complained about it, but I required it.” She said.
I had wondered about that when Mary told me about their evening. She hadn’t mentioned condoms and had disliked sucking him clean after anal. If they had used a condom it wouldn’t have been a problem.
“Anyway he gave me a little bug. It was embarrassing, and I think maybe cost me a customer or two. We split over that. He wouldn’t use them and I required them, even with me after that. We got divorced and shortly after it was final he married a girl with a twin sister. He was screwing them both.” She told me.
“Did they know he was doing both of them?” I asked.
“Know? Of course. It’s hard to miss the fact that the cock you’re trying to suck is moving in and out of your twin sister’s cunt.” She answered. “They all live together. He likes the interchangeability. They’re so close that it’s hard to tell which one’s which. He doesn’t care. He fucks them the same.”
Now my head was really spinning.
“So the mistress he told Mary about was his sister in law?” I asked. She nodded, grinning again.
“Yep. And he still screws around on them too. They all swing together. A bit exotic for this area, don’t you think?” She asked.
“You…you could say that.” I responded. “Are they still at it? From the way Mary described him he must have been much older than you.”
“He’s a few years older than I am; though not many. I try to take care of myself. I still enjoy a roll in the hay myself, you know.” She said. “The old gal still has a few tricks in her. Hmm. That didn’t come out quite right.” She grinned at that one, too. “But why do you want to know about him? What does he have to do with you and your wife?”
“Well…the way Mary described him I thought maybe he could give me some insight into handling Ally’s problem. Apparently he did a bang up job…maybe that’s the wrong choice of words…” she interrupted me.
“No…right words. He DOES do a ‘bang up’ job of banging. He’s the best or at least in the top three cocksmen I’ve ever met. And I’ve met more than a few. He has an instinctual ability to read what excites a woman. He uses it for his own pleasure as well as hers. How do you think he can help?”
“I don’t know if he can or not. But the therapists can’t. They couldn’t help Mary, either. He’s the closest thing to a successful…therapist that I’ve seen. I DON’T propose to let him have his way with my wife. I’m not sure that I want her to even meet him. But I do…I think.”
“I suspect that if he’ll even reply he’ll demand to meet the daughter of the woman he had so much fun with in my little…establishment.” She said. “I’ll be glad to call him. What’s your e-mail address. I suspect that that is how he would prefer to start out.”
“Call him? Are you still in touch with him?” I asked.
“Sure. He even drops by from time to time. I give him a discount. We parted fairly amiably. Like I said, he’s smoooth.” She smiled at that. I just shook my head.
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