A Vixens Demise

Jon Maddux

Chapter 1

     For some time I have fawned over, even lusted for those women who wear another mans ring on their finger.  There is something erotic about seeing a married woman bend over in a store and give a little peek down her blouse, seeing something only the man she swore herself too is allowed or suppose to see.

     I have often fantasized about being lucky enough to find some married woman wanting nothing more than an intimate encounter.  The eroticism lies in her unattainability, her purity.  There is something special about married women.  Being young once I had my share of women.  The women a man meets in a bar or club is a whole different species if you will, than the married women I am so fascinated by.

     Compare it to a hunter.  Your average hunter is much like your average 24 year old male.  One stalks the woods in search of deer or rabbit and the other bars and clubs for young females.

     Much like the deer or rabbit those females are easily attainable with minor skill and little to no risk.  Married women however are a much more difficult and dangerous type of game.  Compare them to hunting wild boar or lions.  You must have a much greater level of skill and daring to chase down this prey.  Whereas the boar or lion could kill or maim in this case it’s the husband who may kill or maim you.

     A large amount of skill is required; these women are married, already taken.  They don’t need your company or the hassles that may come with it, to take down this game you must be the consummate professional, a hunter of unmatched skill if you are to have even the slightest chance.

     Sometimes it’s more about the gear or equipment the hunter has at his disposal than merely his skills alone.  Perhaps if he has some form of leverage, some undeniable reason for his prey to succumb to his desires his odds are increased ten fold.

     I have studied this idea in depth for some time, what it would take to get the woman or type of women I find most desirable.

     In order to answer that I would have to describe the traits I would be interested in before we get to physical attributes.

     Above anything else I demand the woman be feminine and ladylike!  She must exhibit this femininity in her dress, appearance, and be above reproach morally.

     I would expect her to wear skirts and dresses the majority of the time.  Her hair would also have to be at least shoulder length, her love and devotion to her family unquestionable.

     The problem with this as you might guess is a woman like this isn’t going to just hike her dress up, bend over and offer you a poke. No, a woman like this requires something to entice her into giving up what is desired.

     In the case of this story, the woman’s name is Alison.  She is a very loving and devoted wife and I at first glance knew I would love to spend an evening pleasuring her and being pleasured by her.

     I came across her one weekend as my wife and I were garage sale shopping.  We had decided to hit the higher end neighborhoods because they have the best stuff at the best price.

     Seeing Alison I guessed that she and her husband definitely made six figures a year, her dress and grooming were flawless, keep in mind she was working a garage sale and dressed to the nines.  She screamed high maintenance and I liked what I saw!

     She looked to be around 5’2, perhaps a little taller but not much so if she were, but goodness what a lovely looking woman.  Her summer dress clung to her curvy shapely body and I estimated her figure to be about a 43D-32-44, sporting a size 16 dress.

     I could occasionally get a vague glimpse of her lingerie under the dress when the sun hit her body just right.  Her bra and panty appeared to be navy blue, the bra was nothing special but the panty appeared to be boy leg briefs.

     As I looked over her items and her body I took note of a computer for sale.  The sign on it said it didn’t work but was good for scrap parts.  As a part time computer tinkerer I began to wonder what might be on the hard drive.  What little tidbits might be salvageable if I had time to get it running?  I quickly made her an offer and minutes later was loading it into the back of our car.

CHAPTER 2

     I took the computer home and began researching what parts I needed to get it running.  A few web sites later I had ordered roughly 200$ worth of parts.

     They arrived over the next two weeks and I began replacing power supplies, fans, fuses and the internal battery.  After just three weeks of working in my spare time I had it up and running.

     It was a treasure trove from the word go.  I could tell, based on what I replaced, that a lightning strike or power surge was the likely culprit and that the computer had simple been written off as junk.  Ah how the wealthy like to spend money!

     As I slowly began combing through the hard drive I began to find the holy grail of garage sale junk.  In various folders I found half dozen videos and over 50 pictures.  The videos were of her and what was probably her husband in various sexual interludes.

     The pictures were more of the same and many of just her naked, half naked, performing oral sex, and just posing nude for him.  Here I see this little goody goody prude flaunting her wares, my what would the women in her rotary club think of her?

     I began converting the videos to DVD and making copies of the pictures and placing all of the content on an external portable hard drive.  This would be my out in case my plan went south.

     Once I had what I needed I then connected the hard drive to my laptop, placing it in a locker at the bus station.  I had two batteries in the laptop and had set it up to turn itself on every 12 hours and probe through its wireless connection to the home server I had.  It woke itself, checked for its command and would then go dormant again for 12 hours repeating the cycle.  I tested it and learned it took almost 2 months for the batteries to go dead running this profile.

     The commands it sought out were the abort codes.  If it failed to receive them it would then begin uploading information to various sites I programmed into it.  In this case I was setting it up as a fail safe, it was programmed to begin uploading all the videos and pictures to a handful of amateur adult porn sites unless I logged in remotely and entered in those precious codes.

     Once I had those things figured out I sought out this beauty of a garage sale queen in order to make her an offer I hoped she couldn’t refuse!

CHAPTER 3

     I began by doing some surveillance of the intended mark. This part wasn’t as hard as it could have been but only because I had one vital part of the equation, her home address.  I staked out her house and began to follow her around, trying to learn her schedule and also that of her husband.

     What I learned was that she went to work every morning around 7am, went straight to her office building on Tuesday and Thursday, but the other weekdays would leave around 6:30 and stop by the gym for a workout before work.

     Her office building office directory listed some ad agencies which I assumed she worked in.

     To complete the intel mission I also followed her husband and discovered he worked in a law office.  He dressed very well, much better that a legal aid would so I guessed him to be an attorney with the firm.  His exact position I wasn’t sure of but since I knew his last name but didn’t see it on the office I assumed he wasn’t a partner.

     The game was afoot, I now knew this couple held respectable positions especially the wife whose very livelihood was dependant on her public image.

     The next step was printing out a few of the pictures and putting them in an manila envelope along with a note that simply read, “Unless you want to be world renown and featured on porn sites world wide you will tell no one of this letter and call 555-3903!”

     I placed the envelope under the wiper blade of her stylish SUV while she was in the gym and waited, watching from across the lot.

CHAPTER 4

     She emerged from the gym, stopping to grab the envelope from the windshield, I watched as she opened it, she immediately looked around and then got into her vehicle.

     Moments later my phone rang.

     “Who is this, how did you get these, what do you want?”

     “My name is Jon, Alison, before you hang up let me assure you I have many more of these types of pictures and am very willing to make you famous unless you do exactly as you’re told.”

     “Please, listen I have money, I would be willing to pay for them just please don’t do anything either of us would regret!”

     “I assure you Alison, I cannot be bought, and money is absolutely not my motivator in this instance!  In case you’re interested I also have some very nice video footage of you in the buff suffering through several sex sessions with your husband.  I say suffering because after watching the tapes it became very apparent to me sex is a one way street with him, that and I don’t believe I observed you having an orgasm on any of the videos.”

     She began to grow very nervous and was sobbing lightly.

     “You’re to go ahead and goto work.  You will call me at 2pm, at this time you will learn more of my intentions.  I will warn you Alison, the pictures and videos are loaded on a remote server.  If you try and have me arrested you will be sealing your own fate.  If the abort codes aren’t entered remotely at specific intervals the files will automatically upload.  I am the only one who can enter the codes to reset the timer Alison.  If anything keeps me from entering the codes, well every pervert in the world will know your face.”

     She said nothing else only hung up.  I watched as she drove off, undoubtedly shaken that a complete stranger knew her name and had these intimate images of her.

     Later that afternoon at exactly 2pm my phone rang.

     “This is Alison, I don’t have privacy to talk long, I apologize but this has to be short.”

     “Well Alison, I have no real need to talk to you very long.  I trust you have thought through what you were shown earlier?  I also trust that since you career is dependant upon your PR image that you’re not willing to deny my requests and end up in the unemployment line.  Your husband works until 5pm every day, he won’t be home until at least 5:30.  From what I have seen your lunch break is 11am until noon.  Tomorrow during your lunch break you will be at the Omni Hotel.  It’s an 8 minute drive from your office to the hotel which will give us almost 45 minutes to talk.”

     She began whining about the terms but agreed to comply, really what choice did she have?

CHAPTER 5

     It was close to 20 after 11 when she finally showed.  She took a seat in the lobby, waiting I supposed for me to show and identify myself.

     Not to dismay her I walked over and took in the sight of her beauty as I offered her my hand, introducing myself.

     She was drop dead gorgeous!  She was wearing a grey business suit, with skirt, her long dark hair was in a French twist, and her large brown eyes glistened like ice hanging from an eave on a sunny day.

     I noticed immediately the rather large diamond set in her wedding ring which appeared to be made of platinum.  The ring seems to tell anyone interested, “my husband has money and I am very well cared for!”

     I invited her to join me at my table in the hotels restaurant; grudgingly she agreed and followed me to the table.  As she sat across from me I became engorged and extremely hard just thinking about what I may at some point be lucky enough to do with her.

     “You obviously have done your homework and know quite a bit about me and my husband, Jon is there a point to this meeting?  What’s the bottom line?  How much is this situation going to cost me?”

     I snickered, “money is the furthest thing from my mind Alison, and if I were to take your money, once you had paid me your trials would be over.  If however I take something more important than money, something near and dear to you, then dearest Alison you will have to live with that cost for the rest of your married life.”

     She shifted nervously as I began laying out exactly what I wanted.  I began going in to detail the pictures and videos I had, what I had done with them and what would happen to them if anything were to befall me, say incarceration.

     After that I decided to get right to the point as her time was limited.  “Alison the only way out of this situation is for you to agree to become my intimate liaison, this doesn’t mean you simply are intimate with me once, on the contrary this will be a relationship that will last not less than 6 months and not more than 1 year.  If you agree to the terms I am about to give you, when our relationship ceases I will turn over any and all copies of your body to you and you may do whatever you desire with them.”

     Her mouth now literally agape, “you mean in order to get out from under this I have to agree to sleep with, to let you, some complete stranger treat like some common whore who has to exchange her body for payment?  Surely you can’t be serious Jon?”

     I assured her I was very serious and reminded her how negative publicity would end her career and impact her and her husband’s lifestyle.

     “I will give you a week to ponder your predicament, consider your options and do the math on how losing your job may impact your lifestyle.  In one week I will expect a call from you either agreeing or disagreeing.  We will further discuss the rules if you agree!”

     I could see now her eyes tearing up.  She was by far too proud to break down here in public but I knew she was on the verge.

     She stood, saying nothing else, straightened her skirt and blouse and walked off.

    

CHAPTER 6

     Exactly one week later I received a call, it was Alison.  She talked in a low timid voice as she agreed to do whatever it took to keep her private life private.

     “Before we begin with the rules I have drawn up for you Alison why don’t you begin by telling me exactly your sizes and measurements.”

     There was a stammer for a moment and then she started, “Um, my dress size is 16, my measurements are 46-33-46, my cup size is B, and my panties are a size 8.”

      Not wanting to miss a chance to hit a self conscious soft spot I had to mention, “46” hips eh? You know once you have a baby you’re going to gain at least 1-2 inches in the hips?  While your size is perfectly hour glassed its not good enough!  A proper woman should be wider on the bottom; wider hips give a woman a matronly look and exhibit her ability to birth children.  Since you are at least 46” you do have that going for you, if you had less than a 38” hips spread I wouldn’t even offer you a chance to work off your privacy, I would have just plastered you all over the net and bid you good day!”

     I mentioned the matter of children based on the fact I knew she wasn’t a newlywed and I guessed her husband was less than adequate at pleasuring her so I figured she probably wanted children but had none.  I also counted on the fact in today’s society most women over a size 4 are extremely self conscious about their size and weight and the mere thought her hips would spread wider would hopefully worry her or panic her.  2 inches would put her in a larger dress size, a crushing blow to a hopefully tender ego.

     Now this being one very high maintenance, high society, beautiful, yet snooty woman I knew I would have to figure out some humiliating rules in which I would break her down a notch and put her in her place, so to speak.  I had already brain stormed and came up with some simple yet demeaning things I would demand from the beginning.

     “Very good Alison, to begin with here is the first set of rules by which you will conduct yourself at all times during the period of our arrangement.

1: I will be placing hidden cameras in your home, you will no longer allow your husband to use your body intimately unless you call me and obtain my permission first.

2:  You will wear only skirts and dresses; there is no leeway on this issue.

3:  Your Hair will not be trimmed; you will not shave nor trim your bikini line or pubic mound unless I give you specific permission.  You will also not trim nor shave your underarms in any way unless I give you specific permission.  How this is explained to your husband is your problem.

4:  Your lip and eyebrows will be immaculately groomed at all times.

5:  You will not wear a bra, ever!

6:  You will not wear a panty other than 100% pure silk thongs or g-strings, all bras and non conforming panties will be put into a bag and given to me at the hotel tomorrow at lunch.

7:  At ANY time I may call you and tell you to meet me or simply show up where you’re at and demand you show your compliance with grooming and dress standards.

8:  We will be tested medically and exchange blood test paperwork to verify we are disease free as no protection will be worn during sessions of intimacy.

9:  Only your left hand will be used to touch my cock, you will wear your wedding ring at all times.

10:  While having intercourse with your husband when you are allowed, you will hand him a condom and ensure he puts it on himself.  You will not help him as you may accidentally touch his precum.

11:  The only time you are not to wear your wedding ring is when you are allowed to fuck your husband.  Your ring will be worn during sex with me.  It will touch only my cock and mine alone.

12:  Most important, you are NOT to pleasure yourself during intercourse with him, you will avoid to the utmost allowing yourself to orgasm during sex with him.

13:  These rules are not subject to interpretation, any violation will be considered non compliance and a default on your part to uphold your end of the agreement and your private life will cease to be so.

     Is there anything you would like to say Alison?”

     Her mouth dropped open long ago; tears had formed in the corners of her eyes.  It’s now I began to realize she was a woman not use to being told what to do by her partner.

     “You can’t be serious?  What would even be the purpose of these asinine requirements?  I mean really, cant you just (looking around), fuck me, and get it over with?”

     “The rules are meant to show you that you’re not the dominant ball busting bitch you like to think you are.  They are to break you down, to show you that as a woman your whole purpose in life is to be subservient to your partner!  You will have 3 weeks to grow in your body hair.  At the end of that period I will expect you to be au natural and ready for your new role in life.  In the morning before you leave for work but after your husband is gone I will show up to install the cameras.  You will go on to work, their exact location will be of no concern to you other than you know I am watching you, don’t try to sneak in so much as a blow job to your husband that hasn’t been cleared with me!”

     The following morning I showed at her house.  She let me in and headed to work.  I began installing the cameras so I could watch them.

CHAPTER 7

     3 weeks went by, I watched her intently to insure she followed the rule.  Several times now I had gotten a call on my cell from Alison asking permission to have sex with her husband.

     “Jon, this is Alison, my husband is turned on and eager for sex, may I please have your permission for intercourse?”

     “You may however, your not his anymore, you will not allow him to take a dominant position with you.  You will insist on being on top and whenever possible facing away from him.  It is not his body to release in now it is mine!”

     This was my typical answer to her.  This served to break her down a little, make her realize I had control over her body not the man she swore her love and honor too!

     Not that I didn’t yet trust her but of course I watched them on the cameras, ensuring she did as she was told.  For that 3 week period he wanted her 4 times.  Each time my reply to her was the same.  I could tell he wasn’t really keen on her being on top but she kept my orders to the letter.  Each time I watched as she handed him a condom, refusing to put him on him like a devoted wife would she merely stood and watched him roll it down his cock.  I could see her remove her wedding ring and place it on the dresser before they joined up on the bed, her facing his feet in reverse cowgirl.

     Every time she mounted him and rode him to orgasm, never touching herself or allowing him to.  I was about 99% sure she was unable to reach orgasm now while having sex with him.  She would be dependant on me to provide her relief!

     I had a perfect view of her bathroom; I watched her shower daily and knew she had let her pubic hair grow.  In order to degrade her a bit and keep her guessing as to what I could see and not see I showed up at her work right at the 3 week cut off.  I managed an appointment with her and once in her office I closed the blinds and forced her to lift her skirt and prove she was indeed unshorn.  She began to sob as she hiked her skirt and pulled her silk panty aside showing me her thick hairy mound.  Once done I then forced her to remove her suit blazer and blouse and show me her underarms and verify her breasts were bare.  They were and her underarms had grown in very thick and bushy.  I handed her an electric beard trimmer with a plastic guard on it and told her this trimmer would be used with the guard provided and that alone was all she could use on her pits.  She simply nodded.

     Handing her a the exact same bag she had only a days prior handed to me full of her brief style panties and all of her bras, I gave her the swimsuit to wear.

     “You will be taking an extended lunch tomorrow Alison, you will call me and get the room number, you will then report to the room and change into what’s in the bag.  After you’re changed you will then meet me at the hotel pool.”

    

CHAPTER 7

     At a little after 11 am she strolled towards the pool.  The suit was a white bikini that I had taken care to carefully remove the lining from with a razorblade.  As she walked towards me a look of utter and complete shame was apparent.

     The thick dark mound of hair was slightly visible through the fabric but I knew once I ordered her into the pool it would look transparent.  As she set her things down next to the lounge chair beside me I smiled.

     “Nice to see you today Alison”, standing as I softly placed my mouth to hers, parting my lips and began to open mouth kiss her in the open public area of the pool.  She had no choice but to return the kiss.  When I placed both hands on her ample ass and began kneading it and squeezing it she broke the kiss.

     “Please, if someone I know sees me.”

     “Go ahead and take a dip Alison then lay down on this lounger with your legs slightly spread.  We want men to be able to notice your custom bikini and natural mound don’t we?”

     She turned beet red, a scowl came over her but she never said no, she simply dove in the deep end and swam to the shallow end then came over and lay down as I had ordered.

     It took next to no time for the 2 dads there with their families to notice her bush.  Both took turns walking by and ogling her visible mound.  The suit when wet looked almost transparent!  Her areola and pubic hair were so easy to see it looked almost as if she were naked.

     I played this out for the next hour and then handed her a room key and told her to go on ahead to our room.

     She cried softly as she got up and started walking towards our room, I sat staring at her beautiful flawless body as she walked.  I now noticed something I hadn’t before, the web of beauty marks that covered her hips.

CHAPTER 8

     After I had enjoyed the sight of her walking while strange men ogled her I went to the room.  When I got there she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

     “Go relieve yourself and prepare the babyhole for my attentions!”

     She looked at me confused, “prepare it how?”

     “Every time before we are to be intimate you will go to the restroom, you will without removing or taking off your panties, use the restroom.  You will wet your panties and then you may lie down in the bed.  Mothers naturally leak and I have become accustomed to that, since you’re not a mother yet you will prepare your babyhole so that it at least tastes like a babyhole!”

     She looked at me like I was the grossest person she had ever seen and then got up and went to the bathroom.  She returned and lay down on the bed.  Her bikini bottom was soaked; this would indeed be a treat!

     Now a woman’s tummy can be one of her most flattering features if it’s shaped properly.

     The tummy should be enough to grab a handful of, to knead in the hands during intercourse but not to ample.  There should be an obvious soft area when viewed while the woman is standing but not so much it hangs in rolls over her waistline.  The coupe de grace is the pooch.  The pooch is the fatty little mound typically only mothers get.  It is found from the pubic mound to the waistline.  It is the bane of most women, typically only mothers have but when found on any woman her matronly potential is immediately obvious. 

     As I began kissing her inner left thigh, my hands caressed slowly upwards.  I gently place my fingers into the silken waistline and slide the wet bikini bottoms off.  I place my left hand in the meaty pocket where the labia and thigh meet and began to massage gently.

     From this area I can feel and judge the pulse rate to assess arousal, my mouth kissing each inner thigh in turn working slowly upwards.

     Light moans escaping her mouth as my warm breath flows over her wet damp cool flesh.  My right hand spreads her labia, my mouth trapping her clit snuggly as I begin to suckle, the suction forcing blood into her clit, forcing it to swell and engorge.  Very slowly and gently she can feel the tip of my tongue begin to glide over her pleasure nub.

     I stop suction, my right hand now moving to the pooch, I sense she’s self consciousness as I fondle it, grasping the fleshy area firmly, rolling it around between my fingers.  She tries to push my hand away lightly but I rebuff the attempt, continuing to knead flesh like dough.

     My face now wedged between soft thighs as I begin to lick harder and faster.  Her dew has wet my face; I can taste the salty release from her venture to the restroom, that babyhole tasting like a mother of three who has just came intensely.  I relish the taste, pretending for a few moments that you’ve had several children.

     I now roll my right middle finger through her dampness, and then she can feel me begin to push it against the labia.  As I lick and lash over her clit my finger begins to enter just a little and very slowly.  I gyrate, spreading the labia and allowing it to burrow up inside you.  Once I have it completely inside I slide it up the inner wall to the place behind and below the clit, rolling it in circles over the inner wall slowly as I search for the soft wrinkled area.

     Seconds later I find the g-spot and begin to curl my finger over it repeatedly as my tongue continues to lash her clit.  It’s a matter of moments before her body responds becoming soaked with precum.

     My tongue alternates between up and down catlike licks and quick hard side to side lashings.

     It takes me less than 10 minutes to get her to peak, instinctively she grasp’s my head in her hands, pleading with me, “Please, don’t, please don’t stop, don’t stop please don’t stop!”

     Her words now beckoning me to give her the orgasm her husband has neglected to provide for so many years.  As she feel’s the clitoral stimulation take hold she feel’s a new feeling, one she has never even imagined feeling.

     It begins in the lower back, back muscles contracting almost painfully, drawing her back off the bed and into the air.  Her legs begin to tingle more intensely than any orgasm has ever produced.  Her arms snap outwards, the muscles tightening, forcing the palms to open then reactively grasp the sheets, knuckles turning white.

     The clitoral orgasm hits quickly, waves of pleasure flooding through her and then it happens, the g-spot orgasm comes on like a freight train.  Her hips now grind hard against my finger, forcing it to increase pressure against the g-spot, controlling the pace of stimulation.

     I hear her scream out in pleasure, loudly howling, giving no thought to whether the people in the rooms beside us can hear her life’s most intense orgasm!

     As her body begins to relax and come down from the orgasm her breathing slows and muscles all release at the same time.  She feel’s as though she’s been awake for weeks, instantly exhausted, needing sleep.  Its now she can realize how or why a mother would leak urine as I mentioned earlier.

    

A Vixen’s Demise

Jon Maddux

--I have changed the point of view for the remainder of the story based on critiques and guidance, sorry the first part wasn’t as well written.

CHAPTER 9

     I lay down beside you smiling.  You say nothing only reaching with your left hand for my leaking cock.  You slowly begin to slide your hand up and down my cock.

     “I can’t believe you can make sex feel so good!  I can understand now how your wife could be submissive, I would probably eat from my husbands hand too if he could make me feel this good all the time!”

     “You love your husband don’t you Alison?”

     Nodding, “yes, very much!”

     “Good, that’s exactly why you’re going to straddle me, take my bare cock inside your babyhole and make me cum deeply in this womb!” As I cup your lower abdomen for emphasis.

     Tears begin to flow down your cheeks, “please, I have a condom in my purse, please don’t make me take your release inside me, I am begging you!”

     I say nothing only looking to you then to my cock.

     Sensing you’re still reluctant, “do we need to discuss your pictures Alison?”

     Your head snaps to look at my face, “no, please” as you get up, pondering whether you really want to take my bare cock inside you.  Thinking briefly if I were to wear a condom it wouldn’t be so bad, it wouldn’t be like cheating, it would be like using your dildo, just a plastic cock boring in and out of you.  You start to speak, to ask for the condom again but the look in my eyes and on my face seems to tell you if you had said a word I would have walked out and made you famous.

     Begrudgingly you straddle yourself across my legs, looking down now at my bare cock, half admiring the girth, thinking in a different time you might have enjoyed this.

     “Why do I have to mount you, why can’t you just take position on me and use me? Does it matter so long as your cumming in me like a piece of meat?”

     My smile now cruel, “yes dearest it does matter!  You see if I fuck you then in your mind your still this good little wife, it wasn’t your doing, you had no choice! However if you are the one doing the fucking for the rest of your life your going to remember the day you took another mans bare cock inside your babyhole, the babyhole you promised to your husband for all time and rode it, pleasured it, made it release inside you!”

     Resigned to your fate now you slide forward, reaching down with your left hand so I can feel the token of love on your ring finger as you take my cock in hand and place the fat swollen head against your labia and close your eyes.

     “Ah ah Alison, eyes open, look me in the eyes as you fuck me, I don’t want you thinking of your worthless husband, a man so incompetent in bed he has never made you cum so hard all those years of marriage as I did in less than 10 minutes!”

     You open your eyes slowly, looking in to mine as you lower yourself down on my cock, the fat head prying apart your labia.

     It becomes obvious quickly that your husband is simply not as thick as I am.  I feel your muscles tightly grasping me as I enter you slowly inch by inch.  Finally as I near complete penetration I feel the head enter the wider open recess that means your cervix is so close.

     “Mmmmmmm it’s a shame you’re so thick Alison, without an inch of ass between us I could be pressed into your cervix right now!”

     You say nothing, scowling as you rock your hips, placing your hands on my chest for leverage as you begin to ride me.

     “Are you on the pill?”

     “No, my husband wears condoms, I can’t honestly say he’s ever braved cumming inside me in all the years we’ve been married, he is afraid of pregnancy!”

     “Well then shouldn’t you be afraid of it today also?”

     You hadn’t given it much thought, your mind reeling with everything else you have had to contend with up until this exact moment.

     “In all likelihood you will probably get me pregnant” Not missing a beat as you ride me so well, your warm slick tunnel welcoming my cock like it has a mind of its own and knows what nature intended it for.

     “That might be hard to explain to your husband Alison, unless you have some plan in place to get an abortion?”

     “No I would never do that, life is too precious!” Crying openly now yet you ride on.  “Its just you’ve made it apparent you plan to cum in my babyhole, I really don’t see what choice I have.  Either I risk a pregnancy which isn’t a guarantee or I say no to your demands in which case I have a guaranteed outcome.  Ones a possibility the other most definitely would happen!”

     “Your right on that note but in my house we don’t use condoms, a woman’s body should always be ready to accept her mans seed.  Even if I am lying in bed at night and decide to masturbate Alison, my wife's body is ready to take my seed.  I simple push into her at the point of release and put it where it belongs!”

     “But, but you said you don’t use condoms.  Has she been fixed?”

     You draw a angry reply now, “no, she is a lady, she wouldn’t be fixed like some alley whore whose trying to ensure she can not get pregnant and turn as many tricks as possible!”

     “I’m sorry I just didn’t know, I mean I don’t understand?  How can you have unprotected sex and not get her pregnant.”

     I grind my hips now, you feel my cock stretching you wider, breaking in your babyhole as you fuck me of your own free will.

     The answer is quite simple really, her mommyhole is used, she’s mine and I fill it whenever I need to release!  Whether I am just jerking off late at night and push the head in to capture my release or I feel like just taking it from her and loading her full, my release must either go in there or her mouth!”

     “Oh my God!! You mean you have her anally?  I could never, I mean it’s….”

     “Disgusting?  Humiliating?  Degrading?  Yes, and that’s the point!  She knows her place as my wife.  Don’t get me wrong it isn’t something she enjoys nor even wants, it’s something she takes.  I gave her the choice, either have children until menopause or take it like a mother!  I mean after a few kids stretch you out real good a man needs a tighter hole anyway.  Either I can find someone younger to enjoy sex with or…”

     Grunting as you fuck me, still staring into my eyes, “how can she take it?  Doesn’t that mean she wants it?”

     “No she is disgusted by it as any lady would be, takes it means I pin her down and force myself into her, enjoying her until I release.  By taking it from her she can still look her friends in the eyes when the subject comes up and say she’s never let a man have her that way and not be lying.”

     “And if I were to tell you I was willing to forget, per say that you forced yourself on me, to forget you…. took my mommyhole against my will, would you be willing to spare me the threat of pregnancy?”

CHAPTER 10

     Without missing a beat I roll you off of me, rolling you face down onto the bed.  I am behind you and sitting on the backs of your thighs so quickly you don’t even have time to protest.

     “I think it’s a great idea to make an honest woman out of you Alison, to prepare you for motherhood and the way a mother pleasures a man after children!”

     You begin immediately thrashing about, “bury your face in the pillow Alison, we don’t want the people next door to hear you being deflowered do we?”

     Your struggle isn’t make believe.  You thrash and twist and buck, trying to save your virtue as a lady to no avail.

     I grasp your wrist, clamping your thumbs together behind your back, you feel my other hand grasp my thick cock at the base and begin trying to line it up with your dry mommyhole.

     “Please, shouldn’t you use some lube or something?”

     “Are you a whore? Is this something you want to enjoy like some whore I pay for pleasure?
     “No, I am most definitely not a whore!”

     “Then you don’t want to enjoy it I would guess!  Only whores want lube so they can enjoy it!”

     You feel the head the tip leaking precum against your mommyhole as I work my hips slowly trying to press the head in.

      You clench down, contracting your muscles out of instinct making your mommyhole even tighter.

     “You had better relax Alison otherwise its going to be extremely painful and tear you up very badly!”

     You begin deep breathing, trying to relax your body and mommyhole, preparing for the invasion that’s to come, you think briefly, now I know how a prison inmate feels, and then it happens.

     The head breaks through, wedging itself in your virgin opening; you bury your face in the pillow crying out loudly.

     “Now to take you like I did my own wife her first time!”

     With that I shove very hard, the thick girth splitting and tearing your mommyhole as it burrows deeper.

     “Take it like a mother does Alison”, I shove the entire remaining length into you, your hole feels like your being raped with a hot fireplace poker, your cries turn to screams into the pillow.

     Your tight dry virgin canal provides an incredible amount of friction; my cock feeling like the skin is being peeled back on it as I take you.

     “They say the first time you take a woman’s mommyhole you now exactly how her babyhole felt its first time!  I have to say you must have been the girl every boy wanted as tight as you are!”

     You say nothing intelligible only squealing and crying into your pillow as I violate you like I am paying you for your service.

     Less than 4 minutes go by since I began and you feel your cavity being stretched wider and wider as my cock begins to swell thicker.  You begin to wonder just how wide it will get and then you feel me stop, buried deeply in you.

     “Your still a virgin until I cum in it Alison!”  And with those words streams and streams of hot cum pour out of me into your bowels.  You feel every ripple along my cock as it moves down the shaft and shoots like rockets into you.

CHAPTER 11

     I collapse onto your back, my erection buried deeply inside you, unable to support my own weight as the orgasm being one of the most intense of my life zaps the muscle control away from me.

     A couple minutes go by, I lay on your back, and you lay pinned beneath my weight feeling the varying sensations of relief as the stiff pain causing member begins shrinking inside you.  The breath taking pain replaced by physical discomfort as the salty seed soaks into the abused areas inside you.

     You sob softly as your body literally expels the invader, your reaction to curl into a fetal ball.

     “How can I ever look at my husband again?  I was the lady he wed, now I feel like a used slut; no make that a whore you paid with silence!  You took my dignity, how could you?  What possible reason could you have for wanting to degrade me so badly?  How can you put your own wife through something like this ever, let alone so often!  I thought the violation was terrible but when I felt you release inside me… (long pause), when I felt the release I was positive it was the most vile, disgusting,  degrading, dehumanizing thing a man could ever put a woman through!”

     I slide up the bed behind wrapping my arms around you.  “Alison, you’re still that chaste, virtuous lady you were when you walked into this room!  A whore would have demanded payment first, full knowing what was to occur.  A slut would have bent over, spread her own cheeks and only asked I use ample lube.  You didn’t offer it, in fact you fought to save it and you did so, much harder than I expected!  Your conscious should be clear Alison.  You no more offered yourself for debasement than a true random victim of sexual assault does.  I took your mommyhole, when the girls are sitting around talking about mommy sex you can look them in the eyes and say you have not nor would you ever let a man have you that way!”

     I run my fingers through your hair slowly calming and trying to allay your fears and regrets.

     “You really mean it?  You don’t see me as a woman of loose character?  If I weren’t married, if I was single and you knew I had been used this way, would you want to date me or would I be a slut, used goods?”

     “No Alison, your not used goods.  If I asked you right now to let me have your mommyhole again your answer would be no.  It would be no just like it was no 10 minutes ago.  You made a very valiant effort to protect your mommyhole and your reputation, you simply lost.”

     “I don’t know if I can ever let my husband make love to me from behind again without remembering what you did to me!”

     “Good, the reason I made it more painful than it had to be was for that very reason!  Just like the guy who deflowered your babyhole, I want to be remembered for the rest of your life.”

     You’re sobbing wanes to sniffles.  “Are we, even now?  Is the debt paid?”

     I say nothing only playing with your hair for 10-15 seconds letting you stew a bit.  My cock while not hard again already has taken an engorged semi erect state, you can feel it resting against your plump mommy cheek.

     You feel it then I hear a gasp, “please, please tell me your not going to do that to me again! Please tell me you’re satiated?”

     “Shhhhhhh, relax Alison, your okay, were even now.  No more pain, I won’t violate you again today.”

     You calm down gradually, still sniffling, wiping tears away and pulling yourself together.

     We lay together for about 20 minutes, allowing you to recover from the trauma of being taken and dominated so thoroughly.  Slowly you sit  up on the edge of the bed, inhaling sharply, suddenly embarrassed realizing you just felt a dollop of the seed I put in you ooze out onto the sheet as you sat up.

     “Don’t worry Alison, that’s normal, your going to be oozing and draining for a couple of hours.  I put it pretty deep inside you to make sure it wouldn’t all flood out when you stood up.  You’re going to have to tighten your muscles when you stand to keep from having an accident and going to the restroom on yourself.  It’s going to hurt!  Just clench them tightly as you stand.”

     Your mommyhole feels full like you really need to use the restroom; you clamp your muscles tightly and cry out quickly as you stand.  You pull on your dress and shoes, then check your make-up in the mirror.

CHAPTER 12

     “You’re to go home with no panties!  If you leak, and you should, I want it smeared inside your dress.  You’re not to use the restroom until at least 2 hours after you get home, I will be watching!  You’re to have intercourse with your husband tonight also.  I would prefer it to be before you use the restroom but if it’s later that’s acceptable.”

     You cut me off at this point, “You’re kidding me? I’ve sucked you off, had your bare cock, your juices inside my babyhole and you’ve raped my mommyhole, and now you want me to go home and let me husband have your sloppy seconds?”

     “Yes, that’s exactly what I want and you will do it or I won’t give you the data back in the morning!  Its going to hurt you, be warned, if you haven’t used the restroom before you begin as he bores in and out your body will expel my seed and it will run down onto his cock.  That’s what I want!  He isn’t good enough to pleasure you properly; he isn’t man enough to break you in like a wife should be so I want dominance over him!  I want you to ride him so my seed runs out all over his cock!  Maybe if were lucky his cock will become coated in it and work it up inside you and find that egg I know you have waiting for a real mans seed!”

     You slip your shoes on, limping around; I can see your sore and feeling the effect of a proper mommy fucking!

     You don’t say too much more other than, “I’m confused, I should hate your very sight!  You raped me!  You took something very intimate and precious from me today!  You also showed me a pleasure I have never felt sexually.  I really want to hate you but part of me wants to see you again!”

     You only look towards me, then to the floor, opening the door you leave, heading home to greet your husband when he returns from work.

CHAPTER 13

     You do as instructed, I watch the hidden video cameras and see you hold it in and not empty yourself.  I watch you seduce him leading him to bed, kissing him with the lips that only hours prior were wrapped around a strangers cock.

     I watch you mount him, wearing the same dress I violated you in.  Your session with him lasts close to 10 minutes.  I wonder if he can tell I have stretched you out so well today.

     I can’t see it but I am positive my seed has drained out onto his cock, being pushed into your babyhole as he saws in and out of you.

     When he is done he rolls over and tries to fall asleep.  I watch as you goto the restroom, squatting.  I see the expressions of pain on your face and tears stream down as you empty yourself.  I know your sore inside and emptying yourself hurts incredibly.

     You shower then crawl into bed with him, curling up with him and nodding off to sleep.

     In the morning after he goes to work you lounge about, having taken a sick day as we had talked about on the phone once before.

     You’re glad you did as you know you couldn’t bear the pain of sitting at your desk.

     Your doorbell rings, you hobble to the door slowly and open it.  There on the stoop is a manila envelope.

     The anticipation overtakes you and you rip it open as you walk back inside.  In it are three discs, two labeled movies and one labeled pictures.  Its over, elation overcomes you as you begin crying out of joy and relief.  Its over, you can finally have your life back, but do you want it?  Can you ever live a celibate life with your husband you wonder; knowing what kind of pleasure your body is capable of having?  Can you go the rest of your life with your boring husband and his inability to make you cum so hard or so many times?

     You retire to bed, trying to nod off to sleep, you fantasize about a man, a man who doesn’t want your mommyhole but lives as your servant to make you cum over and over, and you do, all over your vibrator.

THE END… or is it?