Manipulating the Neighbors. (Very Long English Story)

Manipulating the Neighbors
Description: A very gifted bacholor decides to manipulate the next door neighbors.

Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff MM Mm Mult cons rom non-con reluc rape coer Blkm mc slave gay les bi het fant ScFi cheat wife wimp
cuckold watch inc mother son bro sis fath dau cous grand unc niece aunt neph in-law D/S Mdom Fdom span lght SM humil swing gang group.

Chapter 1
I looked at my watch as the last remaining light was turned out in the house across the street. I wrote the time down in the small black ledger as I had each night for over a month. I was observing the Grant house from the comfort of my easy chair, in complete darkness—the chances of my being detected very slim. I am single, having moved to the neighborhood several years earlier. Because of my status, I have plenty of time on my hands—too much some would say. Lately, a lot of my time has been devoted entirely to the Grants, although they aren't aware of it.

We are the typical next door neighbors. I frequently sit on their back deck drinking beer with Dale and having a good time. We are what you would consider good friends. Of course on these visits, I had gotten to know Darla, his wife, and their two daughters Renee and Deanna, ages 20 and 17 respectively. Over the years, I had become virtually a member of their family—to the girls I was more of an uncle than simply a friend of their dad.

Dale was an administrator at the local high school while Darla taught third grade. Renee had just finished a nursing degree and was engaged, the wedding was in just two weeks. Deanna was a senior at the local high school.

My obsession with the family began some years before but I managed to contain it. About a year earlier, she came home while I was out mowing my grass. She jumped out of her car in dark green short-shorts (the bottom of the shorts fell just far enough to cover her ass cheeks) and a white spaghetti strapped shirt. This was out of the ordinary for her as she usually dressed with class and style—almost business like. I don't know why Deanna struck me any differently at that moment than she normally did—but she did. It was at that point my obsession went from strictly a part of my imagination to something I had to carry out.

Even in her normal attire, there's no doubt that Deanna has a fantastic body. Her tits are a little smaller than my liking—around a B cup—but her ass is fabulous. The short, tight shorts simply accentuated it, causing my cock to immediately stand at attention. Her ass has flare and thickness, and is held up by thick and firm, fantastically tanned thighs and long legs. Her long, thick brown hair falls to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face. She stands around 5'6 and weighs around 125.

Her mother and sister, Darla and Renee, are similar in height, 5'3 or so, but Darla is at least 30 pounds heavier at 145. I would guess her measurements to be around 36-32-40, give or take a couple. Renee and Darla favor each other, although Renee's eyes seem to "bug-out" slightly. But she too is a very attractive young woman. Neither Darla nor Renee have large tits. Darla's look to be the largest, but it's not by much. Renee's hair is dark brown, almost black. She wears it brushed out straight, falling to just above her shoulders, with her bangs pulled to the side tucked behind her ears. She also has a nice ass, but it's smaller, lacking the 'flared hips' and larger thighs which characterizes Deanna's ass. However, it does swell outwards very nicely and looks to be firm. There is just enough for each cheek to fit nicely in each of my hands—or so it appears.

It is harder to tell much about Darla. She is in her mid-40s and never seems to wear anything other than sweaters (or long sleeved blouses, depending on the time of the year) and dress pants—like many school teachers. She is average build for a woman her age and keeps her hair "done" like women who are twenty years older than she--her black curly hair is short and always beauty parlor styled. She is a nice looking lady, even though she does her best to look ten years older than her age. The small, circular wire rimmed glasses go a long way to helping her accomplish her goal.

Although this is a small town, and although Darla is somewhat plugged into the social scene (the same one that is common to all small towns), she seems to be so only passively—meaning she keeps her eyes open to what the local women her age are wearing and her ears open to the gossip. But she doesn't seem to be anywhere close to the center of it.
I had realized at a young age that I had a talent. I possess the ability to read minds as well as manipulate them. I can control anything about a person essentially by hijacking their brains. I can have them remember doing/seeing/hearing/etc., things that never happened or I could have them forget things that actually did happen. I can block sensory signals from the body to the brain or I can actually manipulate them. For instance I could make a person see anything I want them to see, without it ever actually being there. On the other hand, I can completely block the sight of something right in front of a person—whether it be another person, a building, etc.

The easiest way to 'manipulate' someone is to delve into their minds to see what is already there. There only takes milliseconds. For instance if an older white woman already has a desire (even if it is suppressed) to be dominated by several teenage girls, it's very simple to bring that desire to the surface and cause her to act on it. If the same woman has those desires already on the surface, but has never acted on them, it's even easier to get her to act on them. Sometimes the person knows about the feelings they suppress, other times they don't. There are times they know about them but don't really understand them. Although I am able to "implant" thoughts and feelings that are not already there, I prefer to use whatever desires they have to my advantage (without implanting them). But I am certainly not beyond implanting desires or, in some situations, taking them away. What I find the most entertaining is allowing that person to realize what they are doing while they are doing it, all of their ideas of 'right' and 'wrong' being challenged but at the same time they can't help themselves as they enjoy the 'sin' to the fullest.

Although I had used my talent to my advantage for many years, I decided not to "cheat" on my latest conquests—the Grants. Imagine that you had a favorite video game that you played all the time. You spent days and days doing your best to master it. Then imagine if you had the cheat codes to that game. Would you use them? The temptation would always be there, that's for sure. I possess the cheat codes to life, essentially. I can manipulate everyone and everything to my advantage (and to someone's disadvantage if I so desired).

As I looked out my window, I my "game," for the time being, was the Grants, and although I have the "cheat codes" to do whatever I want to with them, without their being able to do anything about it, I decided that I would play fairly—at least for a while. For me to play 'fairly, ' I decided I had to case their house like any other smart criminal would—which is the reason for my little black ledger. For the past month, I had been keeping meticulous notes of the Grant family, when they came home, when they ate, everything I could think of to keep up with.

The next morning, as I worked in the yard (it was a Saturday), Dale sauntered out in his robe to get the morning paper.

"How's it hanging, Joe?" Dale called with a sleepy wave.

"Just trying to keep our property values up!" I joked with a brief laugh. I then added, "I haven't seen you much lately. Work have you busy?"

"Yeah," he replied as he Larryded downward to retrieve the rolled up paper, "I have been getting ready for a conference at the state capitol this week. It's a once a year thing and it's always a ball buster."

"Damn," I answered turning my full attention to him, "That would suck having to drive up there for a week. That's like a 500 mile round trip."

"It's bad enough having to drive it once, but there's no way in shit I would drive back and forth every day," he replied matter-of-factly. The school district has us in hotel rooms for the week."

"Well, what do you say to a few beers tonight—a little going away get-together?" I suggested.

"I would but I am going to be swamped all day. I have just long enough to drink a cup of coffee and read the paper. Then it's back to work. But we'll get together when I get back," he replied waving as he turned to go back inside.

"No problem," I called back, "Tell Darla if she or the girls need anything while you're gone to just let me know."


"Well, Darla be home alone this week. Both Renee and Deanna are going to the beach for Spring Break," he replied, "But I'll tell her to call you if she needs anything."

That night I again watched them thorough my slightly opened blinds. Around 10pm the last light was turned out.

I sat in the darkness for a few minutes contemplating the future. After several brief moments of this, I walked into one of my back rooms and began gathering the items I thought would come in handy. I got online to check on several other items I recently purchased, which were being shipped. According to the tracking numbers, they would be in by the next day.

I resisted the urge to "listen" in on what was being said/thought at the Grant house—if there was anything. That would certainly be cheating. For a lack of a better description of how my talent works, I call it my "mind's eye." All I have to do is allow my "mind's eye" to move across the street and into the Grant's home. When this happens, I can see and hear everything as if I am actually, physically walking across the street and into their home. I can tune into anything that is being thought by whoever happens to be in that house.

I will demonstrate, quickly, so you can better understand.

I am sitting in my chair, with my eyes closed (although that isn't a must). Almost immediately, I am looking down at myself and within an instant I am in the hallway of the Grant house. I can move from place to place instantly or I can choose to "travel" there. I usually take the express route!

I move into the master bedroom. I immediately hear talking.

"How long are you going to be gone?" Darla asked.

"Until next Saturday," Dale replied. Although I was listening to the audible conversation, I could hear Dale thinking to himself, "Maybe longer."

"Why so long?" Darla asked.

"The conference ends at 5pm, Friday evening," he replied, "I'm not driving back that late at night. I'll be back sometimes on Saturday."
"Okay," she replied.

I moved back to my house and opened my eyes. I presume I could control the world with my talent. But I don't have that particular ambition. It would simply be too easy.

 

The following night I sat in my chair, again staring out my window at the house across the street. At 10:30pm, the last light in the Grant household was turned off. Dale had left earlier that morning and the girls had left that afternoon, leaving Darla home alone just as Dale had said.

I waited until 1am before exiting my backdoor, with my duffel bag in hand. I tip-toed across my backyard through a gate, circling back around my block to the block behind the Grant house (not 'cheating' meant I wasn't going to manipulate the neighbors or any other possible witnesses to simply not see me). Although dark I could see enough to negotiate the yard that backed up to the Grants, as well as the Grants' backyard.

The carport was an open carport, allowing me to easily slide up to the carport door, which is where the key to the house was. I knew this fact from being over there so much. I also witnessed the girls using it on several occasions as I 'watched' the house. I pulled the corner of the welcome mat up and picked the single key up, quietly unlocked the door and put the key back into place.

Although I had been in the house on several occasions, it was never in the dark. I tip-toed through the kitchen and through the living room, with my cell phone light guiding the way. Before I entered the hall, however, I turned out my light. I also donned a ski mask before moving silently forward.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. Since the house wasn't that large, it didn't take me long before I was standing just outside of it. The door to the bedroom was open, a steady breathing sound could be heard--Darla was sleeping soundly.

I eased into the bedroom and in just a few steps was standing next to the bed. I looked down at her in silence, the covers pulled up to her chest as she lay on her back. As I stared down at the sleeping woman, I realized that my next move would affect her for the rest of her life—if I allowed it too.

I slowly eased the covers down until most of her was uncovered. Her nightgown had ridden up exposing her white cotton briefs. I took her glasses from the bedside table and placed them on her dresser--without her glasses, she can't see shit.

I then pulled a handgun out of my bag (though it was unloaded, but she wouldn't know that) and turned the bedside light on. The light didn't awaken her, so I jerked the large blanket completely off the bed, causing her to stir.

After trying to find her glasses on the nightstand and failing, she sat up and although virtually blind without her glasses, she could see shapes. It took a second for her brain to wake up enough to register something was wrong and almost immediately she realized that someone was in the room with her.

"Who is that?!" she asked immediately alarmed.

"If you scream or do anything to draw attention," I replied pressing the cold steel of the gun to her temple, "I'll kill you."

Her terror was immediately evident by her uncontrollable shaking. Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to stand up," I replied.

"Please, don't hurt me!" she sobbed as she rose from the bed, "I'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt me."

She slowly did as she was told, shaking as she rose to her feet. Once she was standing, I put the gun down. I took a step, getting close enough to her so she could see my ski mask. Seeing my mask must have caused the gravity of the situation to sink in, unnerving her even more than she was. Her sobs immediately turned into uncontrollable crying as she profusely begged me not to hurt her.

"Shut the fuck up!" I ordered loudly, causing her to attempt to stifle her cries. After I was satisfied she was quiet enough, I continued, "I'm going to put my gun down (although I already had). If you try to run or do something stupid, I'll paint this room with your blood. Understand?"

"Please, don't hurt me," she continued to plead through the sobs.

"No one is going to get hurt if you cooperate," I told her as I took out a video camera and tripod from my bag. I then said, "But I expect your complete cooperation which begins with you drying up those tears."

"Okay," she replied shaking uncontrollably but making an effort not to cry. After I got the camera set up and turned it on, I approached the terrified woman. She took several quick steps backwards trying to get away from me, but she quickly backed into the wall. Standing nose to nose with her, I was silent for a moment as we looked into each other's eyes—my ski mask covering my identity.

"Sit down on the bed," I told her backing off after a moment of complete silence, except for her sniffles. She quickly did as told, sitting on the edge of the bed. I continued, "If you cooperate, we'll keep this between just you and me. Otherwise, I'll be more than happy to come back when your daughters are home and introduce myself to them in much the same way I am to you right now. How would you like that?"

"Please, leave them alone!" she pleaded, sucking back a sob.

"That'll be up to you," I pointed out, "I am going to give you five minutes to gather yourself. After the time expires, you will smile, laugh, and ACT like you are having the time of your life—and you will do it convincingly, no tears, no sobs—none of that."

"WWWhhat aaarreee yyyoouu going to do?" she stuttered.

"Don't worry about that right now," I told her, "You better worry about getting happy and quickly."

After the five minutes passed, during which time she wiped her eyes several times on the bed covers, she looked to be fairly in control of herself. I was silent the entire time, simply filming her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Stand up," I announced after the time expired--my voice startling her. I made sure the camera was panned back enough to get the entire bed area before moving towards her. She instinctive began to shrink back but I wrapped an arm around her back before she could move far, pulling her in, forcing her to kiss me. I tried pushing my tongue into her mouth, but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

"Which daughter should I fuck first?" I asked her. Terror filled her eyes at the prospect, "Open your mouth, now!"

This time she kissed me back and for several long seconds, we kissed passionately, my hands roaming all over her back, sliding down to the top of ass. I forced my hands underneath her, causing her to sit on them as I squeezed her ass cheeks.

"You have a nice, firm ass," I commented breaking the kiss. I said this as I began pulling her nightgown upwards.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded quietly.

"That's not what someone enjoying themselves says," I pointed out and then said reminding her of my earlier threat, "After I get through fucking your oldest daughter, I'm going to make you eat her out. Have you ever thought about going down on your daughter?"

I said this as I continued lifting her gown. When it got to the point that she needed to lift her arms, she did so with only a slight hesitation.

"Good," I commented as I pulled the gown over her head and off, leaving her in cotton briefs. Her tits were at least Cs, topped with small nipples and dark areoles that were only a ½ across at the most. She flinched as I cupped her left breast, squeezing it gently as I moved my right hand down across the slight swell of her stomach, and down to the waist band of her panties. I paused there for a moment, watching her reaction. Her breath caught in her throat as my hand dipped under the waistband of her panties. My hand slide across her mound, continuing downward until I cupped her entire pussy. I paused momentarily before saying, "You have nice breasts."

She said nothing, shaking even more as my fingers began dipping into her pussy. My other hand moved from her breast, down her side, to her panties, pulling them downwards until they pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Even though she had a slightly darker complexion, her embarrassment was evident. I looked at her thick, black carpet as I ran my hand through it. It was more like a mat of black hair.

"Put your hand in my pants," I ordered her as I began to firmly rub her slightly damp slit. She slowly slid her hand inside the waistband of my jogging pants, grasping my erect cock delicately, simply holding it. I looked at her for a moment, waiting on her to continue, but she never moved, "Play with my cock like you would your husband's."

After a moment, I stopped her and said, "Actually, push my pants down and then play with it."

Her shaking hands slowly moved to grasp the waistband of my jogging pants, easing them down my legs. My cock was already at attention, popping upwards as the waistband was pushed downward far enough. When they were at my feet, I stepped out of them leaving me in only a shirt. She didn't immediately move, staring at my still hardening cock. But after a moment, she slowly reached outward, grasping it just under my head, moving her small hand up and down the shaft.

"How long has it been since you've done this for your husband?" I asked after a few minutes of watching and thoroughly enjoying her distress.

"That's personal!" she replied quickly.

I quickly grabbed her under the chin, forcing her to look up at me before threatening, "We haven't scratched the surface on how personal we are going to get tonight. You have three seconds to tell me, or the next thing out of your mouth will be the name of the daughter you want to fuck the most. Now answer me."

My hands were now roaming freely--my right hand squeezing her left breast, while my left hand was, once again, making its way down across her smooth stomach to her slit. My cupping her pussy elicited a gasp as my finger immediately began probing at her opening, although I did not push inward.

"It has been a long time," she finally admitted, sliding her hand up and down my shaft.

I brought the finger that was playing with her pussy up to her mouth, pressing it firmly at her closed lips and was about to demand she open them when she did. I pushed my finger into her mouth until she gagged. I then fucked it in and out, making sure she got it plenty lubricated. After a few moments of this, I pulled it out and immediately sank it as deeply as I could in her cunt.

"How long has it been since you fucked him?" I asked as I began slowly finger fucking her.

After a short pause, she finally said, "A month."

"Were you a virgin on your wedding night," I continued my questioning as I continued fingering her.

She froze at this question, and was silent for a full minute before replying, "No."

"Does he know that?" I asked immediately wondering if she was hiding something from her husband (although I could have found out without ever asking her, but that would be cheating). It was one thing to not want to tell someone who was about to rape you personal details, but there seemed to be more to her reaction. She seemed to be hiding something.

Again she was silent, as if in thought, before she replied, "Yes, yes he knows."

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and immediately picked the phone up and said, "If he knows, call and tell him again. If you do that, I'll leave right now and never come back."

 

She stared at the phone in my hand for several moments, seeming to contemplate her next move, before saying, "I ... I ... I can't do that."

There was silence a moment before she continued. I put the phone down as she spoke, "He doesn't know. I played sports in high school which was how I explained why I had no hymen."

"Hymen?" I laughed, "You mean cherry."

"Yes," she replied.

"So you lied to me," I pointed out, "You'll pay dearly for it."

I let the threat sink in before continuing, "Was it just one guy or more?"

"Just one," she replied, "We dated for three years."

"Who was it," I asked.

"Matt Hall," she replied.

"He lives down the street doesn't he?" I asked already knowing the answer. Although I didn't know him, I knew of him.

"Yes," she replied.

Matt Hall lived about four blocks away with a beautiful wife and two kids—a son and daughter. I filed the new found information away for potential use later.

My next statement shocked her, "You have one hour to get dressed like you're going out on the town—if you need a shower, get it. I want your make-up fixed, hair done, everything."

After a moment of indecision, she moved towards the bathroom. I grabbed my bag and followed her. Placing it on the bathroom counter, I took two cameras out—one digital and one with regular 35mm film.

"Remember to look happy," I reminded her, "Your daughters depend on it."

I snapped the first picture immediately after I said that with the digital camera. It looked like she was ready to cry.

"This," I said showing her the picture on the screen, "Is not acceptable."

I snapped photo after photo beginning with her leaning over to turn the shower water on. I filled up one memory card with photos of her taking a shower—snapping regular photos of her washing her breasts, ass, and tits. I made sure she was smiling for the camera in all of them.

With another memory card loaded, I took more pictures of her getting out, drying, fixing her make-up while naked, fixing her hair, and then getting dressed. Her clothing of choice was a long-sleeved navy blue button down shirt and a tan vest with a floral design complete with khakis.

"You look like my fucking fifth grade school teacher," I commented sourly, "Don't you have anything else to wear?"

"No," she replied almost ashamed, "I don't go shopping very often."

"Whatever," I replied, "Go stand at the foot of the bed."

As she moved into position, I put another disc in the video recorder and repositioned it. I drug a chair next to it so I could keep watch on what it recorded.

For the next ten minutes, I had her strip slowly as the recorder took in every second of it and as I took six rolls of 35mm pictures and a bunch more digital pictures. Several times I had to stop recording to remind her to look happy. For the most part, she did a good job.

When she was finally naked (again), I made sure the recorder could see the entire bed before I ordered her onto it. Taking the digital camera with me, I sat on the bed next to her.

"How long has it been since you've sucked his cock?" I asked.

"I ... I ... I've never done that," she replied disgustedly, "That's nasty."

"You're going to do it right now," I informed her with a smirk.

"Please don't make me do that. It's completely disgusting," she pleaded.

"If you don't do it," I replied, "I am sure Renee or Deanna will be glad to do it with their naked mother watching."

Again, the threat worked. She quickly moved down far enough so that she could lean over to take me into her mouth. It became obvious very quickly that she'd had no experience with blowjobs. But I allowed it to continue for at least five minutes, gagging her on several occasions before I told her to lie on her back.

I turned and moved right next to her, lying my head in the crook of her neck and shoulder, lightly kissing her neck and cheek as my right hand began massaging her pussy lips. She was only partially damp, causing me to lick my fingers several times before she got wet enough to make it comfortable for her. After a few minutes of "prepping" her, her pussy lips seemed to flower open, as though they were inviting me to play with her clit—which of course I did. Slowly, at first, I continuously slid two fingers from her clit to her opening, the increasing moisture from her slit helped to sensitize her clit even more.

"Pull your legs back some," I instructed her. She did as she was told, totally opening herself up to me, "Now turn your head this way."

As she did, I kissed her hard on the lips, forcing my tongue into her now opened mouth. Although she didn't completely accept my kiss, she didn't pull away either. Simultaneously, I quickened my pace on her clit. She was moving from what you would call very damp to very wet—almost what you would call soaking wet. Her pussy lips were now completely opened—her clit totally exposed.

Her breathing was much more rapid now and her eyes, though opened, were unfocused.

I whispered softly, but loudly enough for the video recorder to hear me, "I wonder what Matt would say if he saw you right now? I bet he would love to be right here where I am, fingering your pussy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge."

I continued playing with her clit as I shifted my body from beside her to over her, my cock now poised to enter her.

"I bet he would be glad to fuck you again. He would probably even be thrilled to make a deal with Dale—Dale gets to fuck Martha (Dale's wife) if Matt gets to fuck you. Is that the deal Darla? Can Dale have Martha?" I asked as I placed the head of my cock at her opening, pushing in just enough so she knew it was there.

She opened her eyes a moment and then closed them back before saying, "Yes."

"Yes, what," I asked her now pushing my cock in a little further, my fingers continuing to quickly rub her clit.

"Dale can have sex with Martha in return for me having sex with you, er ah ... I mean Matt," she replied breathlessly.

"Call me Matt," I demanded, "Tell me you love me."

"I love you Matt," she cried out. I pulled my cock back just enough for her to realize it.

Her eyes opened, "What are you doing?"

"There has to be something else in return for my wife," I said now playing the role of Matt, "Although you are very pretty, Martha has D cup breasts, long, tanned legs, and a fantastic ass. Even though you do have a nice ass, have problems with small C tits—closer to large Bs, actually, and very white legs with no tone. I must have something else to make up for the huge gap," I continued, pointing out her shortcomings, as I pushed inward just a little further.

Her breathing was now at an all-time high. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was now beginning to sweat slightly.

"What do you want?" she asked almost breathlessly.

"I want Dale to hear you tell me you want me to fuck him too," I told her.

"Okay, I agree" she said a moment later and then pleaded, "Please get me off Matt,"

"You agree to what?" I pushed wanting her to say it all.

"I want Matt to fuck Dale," she immediately replied, with no hesitation. Again, her breathing seemed to pick up even more.

"Where?" I asked.

"In his ass!" she cried, as I continued teasing her with the head of my cock.

After a moment of pause, I again slid in to the hilt, fucking her very hard for several minutes. I made sure that I had her legs Larryt back far enough, so that when I pulled out the video recorder could get a good shot of my cock pulling out of her pussy before slamming back inward. Hopefully, the shot would show her pussy before I slammed back in—which would show her completely opened slit.

I waited until I was sure she was about to cum before saying, "And your daughters will be there, naked," I whispered as she began to cum, "Watching as both of their parents take a cock in every orifice in their bodies."

She moaned loudly, as her orgasm overtook her. She clawed into my back as her legs were now locked firmly behind me, pulling me as far into her as she could. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, trying to get me to cum, but I maintained my composure. After several moments, she finally calmed down enough for me to pull out.

I grabbed the digital camera before reentering her pussy, taking several up-close shots—one with just the head of my cock in her pussy and another with nothing but our pelvises showing. I then took several pictures of her lying on the bed, post-sex. She was flush and sweaty from the workout, which showed up well. Her pussy was still gaping open and she was still soaking wet—her pussy glistening with her juices in the photos. I also made her put me back in her mouth, although she protested somewhat because I had just been in her cunt. But her protest was short-lived and ineffective as moments later I was snapping photos of her on her knees with her mouth crammed full of my cock (only I was taking the photo from above and she was looking upwards).

I began fucking my cock into her mouth more firmly, however (though I did not originally intend to), and within moments I was ready to cum. With camera in one hand, and my other hand locked in her hair, I forced her onto my cock as I shot my first load into the back of her mouth causing her to gag. I immediately pulled out, pointed my cock at her face as shots three, four, and five hit her mouth, nose, and cheek. I snapped away, getting several really good photos.

"Oh god!" she cried, "This is so nasty!"

"Get used to it," I told her. Without letting her clean up, I made her take me back into her mouth. After five minutes, I was ready to go again.

"Get on your hands and knees, with your ass pointed in the direction of the camera," I ordered her.

"Please, please stop this," she pleaded.

"I'll stop when I decide to stop," I informed her, "Now do it."

 

A moment later, she was in position. While she was moving, I pulled a tube of KY Jelly out of my bag and began to lather my cock with it. I moved beside her, out of the way of the camera, and pulled her ass cheeks open, showing her asshole and still slightly open slit to the camera.

"You do have a nice fat pussy," I told her, "But you have to shave this fucking jungle."

I pressed the tip of the KY tube against her sphincter, without any notice, easily pushing it through the tight barrier. I squeezed a quarter of the tube into her before she had a chance to protest.

"What are you doing?" she grunted.

"Is your ass cherry?" I asked her without answering her question.

"What?" she asked as though she had never heard that term.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked.

"Of course not! That's repugnant," she spat back.

By the time she had finished saying this, I was already positioned behind her. A split second later, my cock was positioned only an inch or so from her backdoor entrance. Without another word, I pressed my slick cock firmly against her sphincter. Although it was very well greased, it took just a moment (and muscle to hold her in place—as she tried to fall forward, away from the intruder) for the head of my cock to penetrate her rectal muscle.

"OH GOD THAT HURTS!!" she cried, "PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T!"

Ignoring her I pressed firmly (but slowly) inward. She began to sob as she pleaded for me to stop. Not until I had bottomed out did I stop. To her it seemed like hours.

"PLEASE, JUST DON'T MOVE!" she pleaded.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked. The feeling was fantastic. Her ass was ten times tighter than her pussy and her pussy had been rather tight for someone with two kids.

"YES!" she immediately begged.

I began pulling outward, still slowly. She cried every second of it. Just when she thought I was going to pull completely out, she felt me reverse course to begin pushing back inward.

"PLEASE!" she pleaded.

I leaned forward, as close to her ear as I could get without pulling out, and said softly but menacingly, "Your body is mine, all of it, for as long as I decide for it to be. If you don't cooperate, I'll take out my displeasure out on your daughters and do to them exactly what I'm doing to you right now."

She stopped pleading, but cried profusely as I picked up my pace. I stopped long enough to snap several pictures of my cock buried in her ass—but that was only for a brief moment. Eventually, I had picked up a good pace, using her hips as leverage to plow deeply into her formerly virgin bowels.

A few moments later, I slammed home one last time holding her hips tightly against my pelvis as I came as deeply into her gut as I could. After my initial shot, I pulled back slightly and tried to slam home again, but it was more of a fall forward, as I was completely out of energy.

"I want you to get back up on your hands when I pull out," I ordered her after a few seconds of rest. At some point during the fuck, her upper body had collapsed to the bed.

She said nothing as she did as told. Within moments after my pulling out, cum began to drain out of her asshole, onto her pussy, and down her legs. I snapped pictures of this too. I got low enough to get her dripping asshole and her swaying tits in the same picture and even had her look as far under her as she could so I could get her face in the photo.

I got off the bed and wiped my slightly dirty cock on a towel that was on the floor. I then began putting all my things back into my bag, breaking down my video recorder and tripod. I also redressed. As I was doing all of this, she simply watched me from her bed, sobbing.

Once I was ready to leave, I sat back down on the edge of the bed.

I turned to her and said, "If you don't want these pictures or these DVDs being spread all over the internet and mailed to everyone you know, including your family, you won't tell anyone about this—not even Dale. If you do, or if you call the police, I will do Renee and Deanna the same way as I have just done you. You are mine until I decide otherwise. If I return, you will greet me like a long lost lover."

She was shaking as I spoke. I continued, "If you cooperate, maybe I will make your little fantasy come true."

She looked at me confused and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb," I said shaking my head, "You got off to a swap with Matt and Martha Hall."

"I did not!" she argued.

"Do you want to see the DVD?" I asked, "Everything that happened tonight is on there!" I paused as she looked at me with stunned, opened mouth expression. I shook her from her thoughts when I suddenly demanded, "Spread your legs!"

I didn't give her time to process my demand before I put my hand back on her pussy, pushing her backwards onto the bed. Still wet from earlier, it didn't take long to get back in a rhythm.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," I told her as I began playing with her clit again, "Even prim and proper Mrs. Darla has fantasies."

"I do not!" she again protested, but this time she wasn't so convincing.

I continued switching back into my role as Matt, "Darla, have you already forgotten that you want to be with my Martha and me."

She looked at me funny for a moment but then realized that I was 'Matt' again.

"I like you Matt, but we can't do things like that," Darla replied, although her eyes were starting to glaze over again and her breathing was once again becoming more ragged.

"You don't know this Darla," I continued in my 'Matt' role, "But when we dated I used to fantasize that if you and I ever broke up, if you ever had a daughter, I would seduce her just like I did you when we were in high school and I would fuck her just like I fucked you."

"You did not," Darla replied as though she were talking to Matt, her eyes now closed, pussy once again soaked.

"And now you have two beautiful daughters," I continued, "So I'm in a little dilemma. Do I want Renee or Deanna? So I've decided to give you the choice. Which daughter should I fuck?"

"No," Darla whispered softly, "Don't bother them."

"Well, if you don't choose, I'm going to fuck them both," I pointed out matter-of-factly, "So you better choose."

"I can't do that," Darla, eyes opened a little now, pleaded.

My fingers moved like lightening across her clit, down her slit to her pussy, and back up to her clit.

"I think little Deanna is a beauty," I continued, "I am sure she's still a virgin, just like you were, and she's the same age as you were when I took your cherry."

"Leave her alone," Darla continued to say.

"Do you want to be with me Darla? Do you want to be with Matt Hall again?" 'Matt' asked again.

"Yes!" Darla immediately replied.

"Have you ever seen either of your daughters naked?" I continued.

"Yes," she replied hoarsely.

"Have you ever touched them?" I pushed, "And you know what I mean by 'touched.'"

"No!" she replied quickly.

"Have you ever seen Dale looking at them? Have you ever seen him with a hard-on around them?" I continued.

"I don't know," she answered.

"Tomorrow," I began as I dropped my jogging pants, now speaking as myself, slamming my cock back into her unannounced, "You are going to invite Matt over here one day this week and you are going to give yourself to him. You are going to invite him inside and then you are going to simply take off your clothes, without saying a word to him before you do. Then, you are going to let him have his way with you."

Her breathing quickened to a crescendo as I continued, "And you are going to offer your daughters to him, as a payment for his services."

"OOOHHHH GOOOOODDDDDDD," she screamed out, "AHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!

If her first orgasm had been a big one, this one was the mother of all orgasms. She moaned for two solid minutes, and although my cock was still buried in her, my pelvis, legs, and balls were soaking wet. I didn't realize until after a few moments that she had passed out.

I slammed into her a few more times before dumping my third load of the evening into her pussy. I had no way of knowing if she was on birth control or not, although I really didn't give a shit either way. I got re-dressed and made my way out of the house, back to my own. Thirty minutes later, the sun was rising.

 

I awoke the next day just after 3pm, starving. After taking care of that little problem, I sat down at my computer and began picking out several of the better digital pictures to print out. I printed out fifty—I had over 1,000 pictures on five different cards. I then went out to my garage. There I had a small dark room set up. It took quite a while, but eventually I had developed over one hundred and fifty 35mm shots, thirty of them I developed into 8x10 photos.

Although the video wasn't great (they didn't have quality-angled shots, etc.), it was good enough. I had her naked from every angle and several close-ups of her twat, tits, and ass. I took my time editing the video, placing special attention to her getting off on the story about her wanting to fuck Matt Hall again, giving up Dale's asshole to be able to do it, and getting off to the idea that both of her daughters would be there watching naked as it all happened.

Once the video was edited to include only the parts that seemed as though she was as willing a participant as possible, I burned a copy onto a DVD. I put it and copies of all the pictures I had taken into a large manila envelope.

A knock at the front door startled me. I looked out the front window to see a delivery truck. I signed for six large boxes which held the many goodies I had purchased several days before. Once all of the boxes were inside, I got five of the largest duffel bags I had and managed to just barely get the contents of the boxes into the bags AND still manage to zip them.

As I was at the door with the delivery guy, I noticed that Darla's vehicle was not home. I grabbed my phone and called her cell.

"Hello," a very distraught, worried sounding Darla answered.

"Darla?" I called as though I immediately knew something was wrong, "This is Joe. Are you sick?"

"Oh," she replied lightening up just a little, "I didn't recognize your number. Yeah, I got a little cold. I'm feeling a little better though."

"Oh ok," I replied. She was definitely strung out—it was obvious she was frightened, but she was trying to use her best 'happy-go-lucky' voice. I continued, "Dale asked me to check on you while he was gone. So I'm just giving you a call. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No, I think I'll be okay," she replied quickly, and without a doubt distracted.

"Well, I'm going to make you something to eat anyway," I told her, simply 'putting my foot down, ' "I can't have you sick on my watch without doing something. When are you going to be home?"

"I ... uh ... ah ... well," she stumbled around as though confused by the question before replying, "Well, I have a few errands. I should be home around 8(pm)."

"Great," I replied cheerfully, "I hope you're hungry."

"Thanks Joe," she replied warmly, "See you then."

Even though it was still daylight, throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed my bags, throwing them into the back of my pickup. I then drove it across to her house, backing it under the carport so that it would be harder for anyone to see me unloading everything.

Once I was in her house (again, thanks to the key under the carport door welcome mat), I proceeded to install seventy-five, tiny, motion-activated, pin sized color cameras—spread out in each room in their house, including fog-resistant cameras in the bathrooms. I hard-wired them all to the home's electric system, then connected them to a wireless transmitter in the attic. The receiver was at my house, of course. With the order I had received, I had gotten an additional computer hard-drive and storage system just for this reason. If there was motion in more than one room or on multiple cameras (which would always happen since I had several cameras per room), all of them would be simultaneously recorded to my computer.

I was back at my house by 7:40pm preparing the biggest pot of chicken noodle soup I had ever made for anyone.

It was dark outside by 8, allowing her headlights to announce her arrival. I waited about fifteen minutes before I left to go over. Before I did, though, I used some letters from old magazines to spell out a note that I slid into the manila envelope, which I was going to take (I cut the letters out of the magazine and glued them to a sheet of paper). Fifteen minutes later, the noted I composed said:

Darla,

Where have you been all day? I thought you would like to see some mementos of our

time together last night. There are plenty more where these came from. If anyone happens to be at your house when you get this, you MUST force yourself on them (man or woman). I don't care how much they might protest you will, at the very least, strip completely naked for them and they better not know why. If they DO decide to fuck you, I want at least ten good quality digital photos of you with them, similar to the photos I have given you of us—make sure to get both of your faces. I may be watching. Consequences for disobeying me will be very steep. You don't want to find out what those are.

Your Secret Admirer.

I then wrote "OPEN IMMEDIATELY" on the front in bold, black magic marker.

By 8:30pm, I was ready to walk out the door. I made sure my cameras were working correctly before walking across the darkened street. I held the envelope under the soup pot to make it look more like a platter if, by chance, anyone saw me. Although it wasn't the normal door to enter, I knocked on the front door. A moment later, Darla answered.

"Hi, Joe," she announced as she turned the front porch light on. There was no doubt her smile was forced, but then again, maybe since I knew what had happened to her it was more obvious to me, "You didn't have to do this!"

"Heck, it was nothing, Darla," I said assuring her, "I want to do my part helping out."

"That's sweet of you," she replied closing the door behind me.

"By the way, I found this on the front step," I said handing her the envelope. Her eyes widened and her breath seemed to catch in her throat, but only for a split second. She took it from me as though it might jump up and bite her, "Thanks. I don't know what this could be."

'Nervous' and 'rattled' would be the understatements of the year to describe her mood. I broke the silence by asking, "Darla, are you sure everything's alright?"

"Oh, yes," she replied now shaking slightly. I thought she was going to break down and cry. But she held up and said changing the subject, "You can bring that to the kitchen. Give me one moment to see what this is since it says 'open immediately.'"

I walked into the kitchen, putting the soup pot on the stove, and waited a moment before I walked back into the foyer where I had left her. She looked up as though I had scared her—as if she hadn't even realized I was in the house. Although from my position I couldn't see what was on them, I could see that she was looking at pictures. She acted as though I could see them from ten feet away, hurriedly stuffing everything back into the envelope.

"I didn't mean to scare you," I said with a grin. She didn't act like it was funny at all.

"I told you to put that stuff in the kitchen," she snapped almost angrily.

"Whoa," I said holding my hands up, "Darla, I don't know what's going on with you right now, but you are acting really weird. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I hope you get to feeling better."

I moved to walk past her to the door when she said, "No, Joe,"

She sighed, taking a breath and shaking her head before saying, "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm really sorry. Please don't go."

"I really have some things I have to be doing," I told her, "And I don't want to get sick. So, everything is okay with me—I'm not mad. Just call me if you need me."

I opened the door and was about to step through it when she pushed it closed.

"Joe," she began with a little more determination, "I am not feeling as badly as I was. Please stay for a while longer."

I paused for a brief second, as though I was thinking about it, during which time I quickly took in what she was wearing. Even though the temperature was in the 80s outside, she had on a heavy jacket, very loose fitting jeans, and sneakers. Her hair looked like she had run a brush through it—like maybe, twice--and she had no makeup on. She was not a very good looking woman (in the face) without makeup and her clothes did nothing to make up for it.

"I really must go," I said again.

"Joe," she replied putting the envelope down on the foyer table. She was now shaking uncontrollably, she even had tears in the corners of her eyes, "I will make it worth your while if you stay."

I paused, acting as confused as I knew how to act, "I am not sure what that means."

Shaking similar to someone who was hopped up on drugs, without a word she moved to unzip the heavy jacket, allowing it to fall down her arms. Without slowing down, she began unbuttoning the long-sleeved, over-sized plaid shirt she had on underneath.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling as if it were some kind of joke.

"I told you," she replied, working her way down the shirt, unbuttoning each button, "If you stay, I'll make it worth your while."

By now she had let the shirt fall to the floor, her full, white bra covering her C cup tits.

My eyes widened with shock (or I hoped they did), "Darla, I don't know what kind of joke this is, but you can stop now."

"It's no joke," she replied as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing the shoulder straps to fall down her arms. The cups soon followed; as she threw her bra on the floor with her shirt. Her naked tits now totally exposed.

I "gawked" at her naked tits in silence for a moment, giving her time to unbutton and unzip her jeans.

I stopped her, by grabbing her right arm, "Darla, stop this! What would Dale think!?!"

She blinked as though brought out of a trance, a tear streaming down her face, before saying, "Do you really care what he thinks?"

I started to answer when she began pushing her pants and panties down, and in only a moment she was stepping out of them leaving her completely naked—her pussy was completely shaven, the top of her fat pussy lips could easily be seen even though she stood with her legs almost closed. I simply stared, acting as though I was stunned—but noting that she had already taken the time to shave, as ordered.

"Will you stay if I stay like this?" she asked after a moment of silence as I continued staring.

"Darla," I stuttered, "What about Dale? He and I are good friends. You and I are good friends too. I don't want anything to mess that up!"

"If you don't tell him, I won't," she replied reaching for my hands, pressing them against her breasts. She immediately reached for my pants, beginning to unbutton them as I stepped back. She wasn't deterred. She stepped forward, forcing me against the wall. She kissed me as she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pulled back the waistband on my boxer-briefs while reaching inside them with her right to grasp my already hardened cock. The sudden presence of her hand caused it to go to full salute.

"What has gotten in to you?" I asked her.

"Do you care?" she asked huskily, as though she were now in heat.

I continued to protest, "We can't do this!"

She ripped my jeans and underwear down my legs, as though she were possessed. My cock was standing straight up as she dropped to her knees to continue de-panting me. Her mouth enveloped my cock as she reached down and all but made me lift each leg. After my jeans and underwear were gone, leaving me in only a shirt, she stood back up, took my hand, and led me down the hallway to her bedroom in complete silence.

Without a word, she turned on the room light and led me to the bed, pushing me backwards onto my back.

"Don't move," she ordered me, as though now more determined than ever. I watched her ass jiggle as she left the room. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a camera.

"What the hell are you going to do with that?" I asked her doing my best to show astonishment, "You're going to take pictures? What about not telling Dale? If he sees the pictures, that would be the exact same thing as telling—only in living color!"

She said nothing as she climbed on the bed and sank her mouth down onto my still hard cock. I watched through half-closed eyes as she did her best to take as much of me as she could. She gagged several times before seeming to get in a rhythm.

She stopped long enough to demand, "Joe, take my picture."

"What?!" I exclaimed, "With my cock in your mouth?"

"Just do it!" she answered firmly.

I sighed with resignation, snapping three pictures. Immediately after the third picture, she grabbed the camera, moved up my body, and sank her pussy onto my cock—easily taking my entire 8 inches.

"Holy shit!" I said inhaling, "I can't believe we're doing this!"

"Take a picture," she ordered again. This time she pulled backward, allowing most of my now slickened, glistening shaft to show, but making sure my head was still in her pussy. I took three more pictures—one with only my cock head buried, the next with half of my cock buried, and the third with our pelvises smashed together, but far enough back that you could actually tell what was going on.

We fucked like this for several minutes before she said, "Get on top."

She didn't hesitate before pulling off of me, and out of my way. I held myself up over her in the "push-up style" as I again sank into her.

"More pictures," she said between breaths as I pounded into her as hard as I could.

"How the fuck do you suggest I take them from this angle?" I asked incredulously.

"Hold the camera out as far as you can," she replied, "Now do it."

I did as ordered, taking several really bad pictures. But eventually I had gotten six pretty good ones. You could see both of our faces, even when we were kissing, and in three of them, you could see between us enough to see my rock hard cock glistening in the light.

She forgot about the pictures for twenty minutes or so, during which time I fucked her brains out.

"God, Joe!" she cried, "You're wonderful! OOOOHHH GOOOODDDDD!!!"

I said nothing as, by now, I slowly but firmly grinded into her soaking wet pussy.

"I'm going to cum Joe," she announced a few minutes later, "I'mm, almooosstt..."

She didn't scream or moan loudly, it was more of a low hummm. She grinded her pussy as firmly as she could against me, trying to take me in as deeply as possible.

Within a few minutes, she had recovered, "Cum for me Joe. Cum for me!"

I said nothing as I slammed forward, more hurriedly now.

"Fuck me, Joe," Darla encouraged me, "Cum in me."

She could feel me begin to tense up. I pulled backwards (against my own will) until just the head of my cock was in her pussy, blasting the first two shots into her. Both shots were right at her opening. I pulled all the way out and aimed my cock at her slit, pumping three more shots on her slit—causing it to run down her ass crack and onto the sheets.

"Quick," she exclaimed immediately, "Take pictures!"

She threw me the camera and as I aimed, she reached between her legs, opening her fat slit for the camera's eye—showing what appeared to be copious amounts of cum in her. It was a classic cream-pie photo. I snapped eight or ten photos, making sure to get several angled up so her face and naked tits could be seen between her splayed legs.

I threw the camera on the bed and said, "I can't believe we just did this!"

"It's okay," she said sitting up, kissing me on the cheek, "I needed it."

"But you're married," I pointed out, "To my friend. And shit like this will change things between you and me."

I played the worried part to the letter.

"If anything changes, it'll be for the better," she replied.

"Yeah, I bet," I said quickly, "By tomorrow morning, you'll be all remorseful and will probably never talk to me again, either out of embarrassment or some other reason."

"I swear I won't," she assured me.

"I gotta go," I said getting dressed.

 

Chapter 2
By time I got back home, it was almost 11pm. I quickly took a shower and tried on my new "mask." I had purchased one of those almost skin-like masks—only it wasn't of a dead President. Only my lips and eyes were visible. I took five minutes ordering more mini-cameras like the ones I had installed in the Grant house and some other specialized equipment.

I popped a Viagra at 11:30 and by midnight, I was out the door, again dressed in black jogging pants and a black shirt. Fifteen minutes later, with my smaller duffel bag in hand complete with several items, including my cameras. As I approached the house, I noticed there was a light still on. Nevertheless, I quietly entered through the carport door.

Even though it was midnight, I could hear the shower water running. The door was closed. I eased back to the living room and unplugged the landline portable phone base—it was the only landline phone they had. I then set up a cell phone jammer—one that I just purchased.

I moved back down into the hallway and stripped of everything but my mask. My cock, thanks to the Viagra was now at full attention. With my fake pistol in hand, I slowly turned the bathroom door knob all the way—it made no sound. I then eased the door open just far enough so that I could use the bathroom mirror over the sink to look into the room. The shower curtain was pulled, with the water still running. She couldn't hear anything over the water. So I pushed into the room, standing just outside the shower/tub.

I eased the corner of the curtain back just a little to look inside and found her asleep with her head resting in the 90° corner of the wall. I clamped my hand down over her mouth with my left hand, firmly holding her shoulders down with my right as she was jolted awake. She screamed into my hand, although it wasn't very loud. Her eyes were filled with terror as I began talking.

"Surprise!" I began, "Are you glad to see me?"

She screamed into my hand again, flailing wildly, water going everywhere.

"Settle down," I continued calmly, "You enjoyed the last time. You'll enjoy this time."

After she calmed down, I said, "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, you'll pay for it. Are you going to be good?"

She nodded 'yes.'

I took my hands off of her and said, "Good, now get up, dry off, and let's go talk."

She said nothing as she got out and dried off. I pulled her into the bedroom and sat her down on the bed.

"Where's your camera?" I asked immediately.

She got it off the bedside table, handing it to me.

"Sit down," I told her as I turned the camera on. She sat next to me as I began looking at the pictures. As I looked, I asked, "Did you call Mr. Hall today?"

At this she froze; I remained silent until I got to the last picture. I turned to her, this time looking at her, repeating my question.

"I ... I ... I forgot," she replied.

"That's not acceptable," I said angrily. I got up, taking my video recorder and tripod out of the duffel bag, and for the second time in two nights, reassembled it and pointed it at the bed (even though now I had "good" cameras set up all over the room).

Once the camera was in place I again sat next to her and said, "Lean over my lap."

"What?" she asked as though she didn't understand me.

"Lean over my lap!" I repeated more loudly, and more firmly.

"Why?" she asked, but there was no doubt she knew the reason. Although she has a slightly darker complexion than most white women, she broke out into a blush. Her nipples almost immediately hardened and her breathing quickened.

"You disobeyed," I answered her, "You're going to be punished."

"You can't do this!" she countered, although weakly.

"I can do whatever I want," I declared, "But if you don't do what I'm telling you to do, I'll make you do it AND THEN you will receive another punishment for disobeying me on this!"

Shaking, like a naughty little girl, she rose to her feet. With her head down, she leaned downward, placing her stomach across my knees. She continued leaning downward until her upper body was almost vertical—except her head was pointed at the floor. Her ass was pointed upwards, her legs draped on the other side of my lap.

"You will learn to obey me. You will also learn there are consequences when you don't," I told her as the palm of my hand struck her right ass cheek, although not terribly hard. But the sound and the sudden shock of it caused her to jerk violently, her head nearly coming all the way up before re-taking its previous position.

I took my time on the first five strikes, enjoying how her ass jiggled with each strike, and now her skin turned a light reddish color as my hand print appeared. But after lick number five, I began whipping her the same way she would have been whipped as a little girl—hard and steady. It wasn't long before I could smell a familiar smell. But I couldn't believe she would be getting off on this—I was whipping her hard!

I lost count of how many licks I had administered. She was crying profusely, begging me to stop. As my final lick connected with her lower ass, without warning, I slid two fingers down the crack of her ass, across her perineum, and easily into her slick cunt—she was soaked.

I pulled them out, stood her up and without mentioning her slick pussy, I said, "Next time, you'll pick one of your husband's belts out for me to use."

She nodded, wiping her eyes, sniffing back another sob.

"Who is the guy in these pictures?" I asked, again looking at the pictures on her camera.

"My neighbor from across the street, Joe Smith," she replied.

"I don't see any pictures with his cock in your ass," I said looking up, "What happened to that?"

"I didn't know I had to do that too!" she replied worried.

"From now on, whether it is Joe, Matt, me, or whoever else I decide to invite over, you will offer them everything. Do you understand?" I asked firmly.

"Yes," she replied nodding.

"Good, now suck my cock," I said shaking it at her. It was still hard.

She dropped to her knees and immediately engulfed my cock head, slowly working her way downward, as though she were an old pro.

It didn't take longer than two minutes for me to feel that familiar twing in my nuts.

"I don't want you to swallow any of it," I told her as I began to cum, "Hold it all in your mouth!"

She pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her mouth. I came in buckets, unsure whether she was going to be able to hold it all. After twenty or so seconds of shooting my load into her awaiting mouth, I finally finished—only to find a half-hardened cock still staring up at me.

After a moment of rest, I grabbed the camera and zoomed in on her face, "Open your mouth."

She did, showing the camera the entire load I had just deposited in her mouth.

"Let me see your tongue," I told her. She moved it around her mouth, which looked like a sea of cum. It was very clear on the camera. Satisfied, I then said, "Now swallow."

I could clearly see her Adam's apple move as she swallowed. Without being told, she reopened her mouth, showing the camera her now empty mouth.

"Very nice," I commented placing the camera back on the tripod, "Now let's talk about tomorrow morning for a minute."

Twenty minutes later, our little talk was over. She was very unhappy about her "assignment" but knew she really had no choice.

"Lean over the bed," I ordered. Without hesitation she placed her upper body on the bed, which put her ass at my waist level. I made sure to properly position the camera before pressing the same tube of KY that I'd used the night before into her asshole. Removing the tube, I immediately pressed the head of my cock at her anal opening, pressing just enough to make her believe I was going to push inward. Her entire body tensed up as I did. After a moment of pressing just hard enough to make her sphincter open, I told her, "Turn over on your back.

Now totally confused, she did as she was told. I pulled her forward until her ass was at the edge of the bed. I then had her hold her legs open and back as far as she could—which totally opened her pussy and asshole to me.

Once again, I pressed my cock against her asshole only this time I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O' as her entire body tensed for the invasion. As I pressed forward, my right thumb was on her clit, slowly manipulating her tiny cock-like appendage. Her pussy was already soaked from the spanking. My playing with her clit only made her flood that much more.

This went on for ten minutes or so, I continuously picked up speed to the point I was steadily fucking her ass, but at the same time I continued to increase the tempo to which my thumb moved along her slit (mostly on her clit). It was during this time that it became apparent that her earlier discomfort had turned into pleasure. By the ten minute mark, she was panting, her eyes were closed, and her breathing had significantly increased, moaning slightly.

I pushed her legs back just a little further, driving my cock into her stretched asshole. My hips slammed into the back of her upturned ass cheeks, driving as deeply as I could. Her moans turned to cries and within only a few more minutes, she was ready to cum. I pushed my middle finger into her slit as far as I could while still using my thumb on her clit.

 

I spoke softly, saying, "What is your neighbor' name?"

"Joe," she whispered between breaths, barely audible, "Joe Smith."

"Do you want to watch him take it in the ass like you are?" I asked continuing to fuck her. I immediately had her attention with that statement. I continued, "Play with your own clit if you want to see this happen to him!"

She moved her hand down to her clit and began frigging herself as I continued driving into her bowels.

"You better not get off unless I tell you too," I then told her.

"Please, I am so close!" she immediately protested.

I ignored her, continuing, "How about if we make your friend Joe Larryd your husband over this bed and fuck him like this while you sit naked, next to them, fingering yourself. Would you like that?"

She was now rapidly frigging herself. I pulled out of her ass, wiped my cock on the bedspread, before pressing into her soaking wet pussy. I then easily pressed my pointer finger into her still slick asshole, finger-finger it as I now fucked her pussy.

"How about if we have Mr. Hall, Joe, and your daughter's fiancé, his name is Larry, right? What if we had all three of them fuck you and Dale together?"

She was frigging herself at a frantic pace now, while I slammed into her pussy.

"You like Larry, don't you?" I continued, "I bet you would like to see him fuck your husband's brains out, just like I was yours a moment ago."

She screamed out an orgasm, so loud that I put a pillow over her face. She screamed for what seemed like ten minutes, as I steadily fucked her pussy. After a few seconds, she finally pushed the pillow away, breathing heavily, sweat beads running down her now very red face.

"I never told you to cum," I pointed out as soon as she was calm enough to comprehend.

"But..." she began now worried, but I cut her off.

"No 'buts, '" I told her immediately, "I told you not to cum unless I told you too. I never did. So it's punishment time."

I pulled out of her still soaking wet pussy, grabbed the tube of KY, re-inserting and dispensing its contents in her ass, before I pressed my cock as far into her backdoor as I could.

"Now," I began after bottoming out, "This is going to be your second punishment. As you recall I whipped you the first time. Since this is fuckup number two, you will receive two punishments. If you don't do the first punishment to my liking, you'll get a third—and so forth until you've completed two punishments to my liking. Do you understand?"

She was now shaking, tears in her eyes, as she nodded 'yes.'

I pulled out of her momentarily to move her up on the bed. I then climbed on top of her as if to fuck her in the missionary position, only I didn't re-enter her pussy. I steadily fucked her ass in silence for a few moments before continuing, "I want you to tell me a story—a sex story. During the story, I want you to play with your clit again. If you feel the need to cum, again, you must first get my permission. If you don't, more punishments will follow. You have twenty minutes to get me off with this story. If I haven't gotten off, that will be considered another fuck up on your part. So it better be good. The story can include any member of your family, your neighbor, your soon to be son-in-laws and his family, but they have to be involved in some way with your family, and the Hall's—they too have to be involved in some way with your family. It does not have to be a real story, but it must be something that COULD happen. The clock begins as soon as you speak."

"Please don't make me do this! Please, something else!" she pleaded.

"The clock has now begun, since you spoke," I pointed out.

There was silence for three solid minutes before she began. I put her hand on her clit as a reminder of what else she was supposed to do. During the silence, I slowed fucked into her well-lubed asshole, waiting patiently, my cock at half-mast.

"Well," she began softly. She hesitated, looked over at the clock and realized she had already wasted four minutes, and then seemed to get a little determination, "Several months before Renee and Larry got engaged, I got home early from work. His vehicle was in the driveway, but I didn't think anything because he is always over here."

She continued rubbing her clit as she spoke, "I went inside, but didn't see anyone in the kitchen or living room. I walked down the hall and the door to Renee's room was closed. I stood outside the door and heard moaning. It got quiet all of a sudden and before I knew it the door flew open and Larry was standing there, naked, looking down at me."

He said, "So, Mrs. Grant, are you interested in what's happening in here?"

"I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed. I looked down at the floor, but his penis was standing up and I could see that he had been using it on Renee," Darla continued, "He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me into the room, slamming the door behind me."

"Larry," Renee began to say.

"Shut up Renee," he snapped back at her, "Your mom was listening in on us. I think she wants to join us. Is that right Mrs. Grant, or should I say Darla?"

"I certainly do not!" I protested, Darla continued her story, "He slapped me hard across my face and told me that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do."

"Renee," he said to her without taking his eyes off me, "Get your camera."

"She immediately did as she was told," Darla continued, "Handing him her digital camera."

"It's time you properly introduced me to your mom, Renee," Larry continued, "Take off her clothes."

"Absolutely not!" I protested vehemently, "Get out of my house right now and don't you ever come back here. And I don't want you around my daughter ever again either!"

"He simply slapped me even harder across the face telling me to 'shut up, '" Darla continued the story.

He pointed the camera at us and said, "If you two don't start now, I'll rip the clothes off of you and then we will sit here until Deanna gets home and I'll do what I'm planning to do to you, with her as well. Is that what you want?"

"Mom," Renee butted in before I could respond, "Let's just do what he says."

"You'll leave Deanna out of this?" I asked him.

"Maybe," he replied, "But you are certainly in no position to bargain. Now strip her Renee!"

"Renee immediately began unbuttoning my shirt. I simply stood there and let her, with Larry filming it all. When I was finally naked, he had Renee and I stand side by side as if we were posing for pictures. We had to smile for the camera. He made us turn around, with our arms around each other's waists, as he filmed our backsides—telling us the whole time what he was filming and why. He then had Renee lie down on the bed."

"Mom," Renee began after getting a nod from Larry, "Eat my pussy."

"He grabbed me and before I could protest, he had my face pressed into her crotch," Darla continued.

"If she hasn't cum by the time Deanna gets home, guess what you get to do next?" he asked me with a wicked laugh.

"So I began eating her out. At the same time, he got behind me and pressed his cock into me, forcing himself in me," she continued her story, "Then we heard a door close. I started to get off the bed when Renee grabbed me by the back of the head, holding my face against her vagina."

"It's pussy," I corrected her quickly before letting her continue.

"Larry jumps off the bed just in time for Deanna to walk to the doorway of the bedroom," she continued the story.

"HEY!" Deanna protested as Larry grabbed her, yanking her into the bedroom.

"I'm already fucking your mom," he threatened her, "If you cooperate, I'll leave your daddy out of this."

"Deanna started to cry," Darla continued, "She said nothing, though, nor did she fight when Larry unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pushing them and her panties down her legs..."

By this time, Darla was beginning to frantically build up another clit-rhythm. I took over her story, doing my best not to shoot my own load prematurely.

"Larry had her take her jeans and panties off, leaving her in nothing but a top, her little, virgin pussy was on display. She was extremely embarrassed and now crying. Renee pulled your face out of her pussy long enough for you to watch as Larry forced Deanna to lie on the bed next to her," I continued the story, "Renee guided your face into Deanna's pussy, forcing you to eat her out for several minutes. When she was sure Deanna was wet enough, she pulled your face back far enough to be out of the way, but left you close enough to watch as Larry pushed his cock into your youngest daughter's virgin pussy."

"Please! May I get off!" Darla pleaded.

"If I let you," I said after a moment of silence, "You're going to be my bitch for a long, long time. Understand?"

"Yes! Anything! Just let me..." She pleaded.

"Okay," I told her, "You can."

She got off almost immediately. I slammed into her asshole a few more quick, deep times before unloading my pent-up juices into her. I must have cum for a full five minutes—or it seemed like it. Sweating profusely, we both simply laid there until I finally fell out.

After a few minutes of recuperating, I stood and prepared to leave.

As I did I said, "Your second punishment is to call your neighbor, tonight, and do whatever you must to have him come over here and stay with you. I don't care if you fuck or not, tonight, but he must stay with you for the rest of the week and after tonight, you must fuck regularly AND I better get those anal sex pictures I didn't get last time! You will involve Mr. Smith in your assignment for tomorrow morning. I don't care how you involve him, that's up to you."

I paused and then said, "Remember, I have your little sex story on video. It'll be our little secret as long as you fully cooperate. Since Mr. Smith is going to be here, you may not see me again for a while. Or, I may break in and fuck you both—you'd like that too much though wouldn't you?"

"Of course I wouldn't!" she responded quickly.

"Sure you would," I replied smiling, "Remember, we don't have any secrets—other than my identity, but you don't need to know that to get off with me, now do you?"

With that I left, hurrying home just in time for the phone to ring.

 

"Joe," the voice called softly, "It's Darla."

"Hey," I said trying my best to sound groggy.

She quickly replied, "I'm sorry, but could I ask you a favor?"

"Yeah, anything," I replied yawning.

"Could you come over?" she asked.

I was silent for a moment, just long enough for her to ask if I was still there.

"Yeah, I'm here," I replied, "Why do you want me over there now? It's really late!"

"I know," she replied, "I just want some company."

After another moment of silence, I replied, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

I took the quickest shower of my life, and then hurried to throw on some old shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped on a robe and some slippers before setting out down my sidewalk, across the street, and through her front door, which was unlocked. I locked it behind me.

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"Thanks Joe," she said coming out of the hallway, "I really appreciate it."

I noticed she had on a long white robe, tied at her waist.

"Come sit at the kitchen table a minute," she said. I could tell she was worried, "I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Is everything okay?" I asked as I walked over to the table and took a seat.

"Yes," she hesitated and then said as she sat in the chair next to mine, "Joe, I have something to tell you."

"I knew something was wrong," I said immediately noting her worried tone.

"I don't know where to start," she began, tears welling in her eyes, "It's, it's awful."

With all the concern I could muster, I reached out and held her shaking hands as I said, "It's okay, you can tell me."

She looked up at me and said, "Joe, for the past two nights, I've been raped."

"What?" I asked astonished, "Raped? How? When? Who?"

I was reeling off questions of concern and then feinted outrage!

"I don't know who," she replied. She started to cry as she said, "The reason I had sex with you tonight is because he told me if I didn't, he would hurt my family. That's also why I had you take those pictures. He wanted them too."

"Where are the pictures now?" I asked beginning to stand, as though I were going to rip them into pieces.

"He's got them," she said pulling me back into my seat. She reached to the chair next to her and placed a large manila envelope on the table in front of me and said, "I'm supposed to show you these."

With a look of outrage and confusion, I opened the envelope. The pictures I had developed the day before were now before me. The 8x10 color shots were very detailed.

"Why did he want me to see these?" I asked after looking at a few of them with disgust (or what she thought was disgust).

"Because he wants me to impress upon you how important it is—for me--to see that you cooperate," she replied as though ashamed.

"What? He wants me to cooperate?" I asked with a pissed off laugh, "He must be out of his fucking mind."

"You don't understand, Joe," she said grabbing my hand firmly, "If you don't cooperate, he'll post these pictures and the video he made of me on the internet. The pictures you and I took earlier tonight will also be on there."

She paused a moment, looking at me pleadingly, "Joe! He's serious. Those pictures will destroy my family. I'll lose my job. I'll lose everything!"

She was crying profusely now as I sat there in feinted shock and anger.

After a moment of 'reflection' on the situation, I asked, "So what am I supposed to be doing to cooperate?"

She wiped her eyes with a napkin, took a breath, and said, "For the rest of the week, he wants you to spend the night here," she paused long enough to let that part sink in before adding, "And we have to have sex and it must be on video and I have to do whatever you want me to do, without question and you MUST order me around as you would a slave."

"First of all," I began quickly, acting angry, "I wouldn't do that even if I didn't know you at all. But not only do I know you, we are friends AND furthermore, your husband is a good friend of mine. I refuse to be a part of this."

I stood to leave but she grabbed my hand, dropped to her knees and through sobs she pleaded, "Joe, please. You have to help me with this. I won't be mad at you and Dale will never find out. I promise. Please! This whole thing could ruin everything I have!"

She paused before breaking down completely, sobbing as she said loudly, "He says he is going to rape my daughters just like he has me if I don't get you to cooperate fully."

She was still on her knees, holding my legs in a death grip as she begged me for help.

"Stand up," I told her, simultaneously pulling her up by her arms, "Sit down and let me think about this for a minute."

The temptation to enter her mind to see what she was thinking and to "cheat" was almost overwhelming. But I fought the urge. I wanted her to completely give in to me without being swayed by any of my talents.

I acted like I was thinking about the situation. Other than her soft crying, the room was silent. I finally looked up and asked, "So you are saying this guy wants me to dominate you, all the while you have to act like you're happy about it?"

"Yes," she replied nodding at the same time, "He wants my 'act, ' as you put it, to be as genuine as possible. Anything less and he will ruin me."

"Are you going to be able to do that?" I asked, "Are you going to be able to enjoy me? Or at least put on such a great act that it looks like you are truly enjoying being with me?"

"I will do anything to protect my family. You've seen what he's already done to me. I can't let that happen to them," she pointed out through tears.

"And if I take it easy on you, he could harm them anyway, right?" I "asked," even though I was making sure to point it out.

"That's right. You must treat me like," she paused for a moment as though the realization of what she was going to say was just now setting in, "You must treat me like a whore and I have to enjoy it and you have to enjoy doing it."

"So whatever I do, you won't hold it against me?" I asked. I paused a moment before adding, "When this is over, you aren't going to hate me?"

"No!" she assured me. She was no longer crying. She was now doing her best to talk me into helping her, assuring me that my actions would never be held against me, "I could never hate you. You are a true, true friend for even considering this. By agreeing to help, you're helping my entire family."

I was again silent, simply staring at her as though I was deep in thought.

"Okay," I said after a few moments, "I'll do this. But we are going to do this the right way. I don't want to see anything happen to Renee or Deanna nor do I want to see these pictures of you all over the place."

"I understand," she nodded.

"Fine, I'll do it," I immediately replied, "But I'm going to protect myself. Go get the video camera."

Several minutes later, it was set up and I had already coached her on what I wanted her to say.

"You can begin," I called out as I pushed "record."

"I am Darla LeAnn Grant and I have asked my neighbor, Mr. Joe Smith, to completely dominate me, sexually and otherwise, for the foreseeable future. I am not being forced to do this. I will totally submit to Mr. Smith and to show my level of submission..."

She untied the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor. Her white, French cut panties followed.

She continued, "Joe, please come here."

Already naked, I walked around to stand next to her. She dropped to her knees, grasped my semi-hardened cock, and plunged her mouth onto it. Within a few minutes, I was ready to cum. She took the first two shots in her mouth, before pulling my cock completely out of her mouth, pointing it at her face--taking the remaining shots on her cheeks, lips, nose, and one on the forehead.

She then turned to the camera and opened her mouth, showing the sea of cum that was in her mouth—but at the same time showing the cum running down her face. After a moment of this, she swallowed, showing the camera her now empty mouth.

Immediately, she went back to sucking my cock. Several minutes later, I was ready to go again, only this time she handed me a tube of KY Jelly and said, "I have never had anal sex—not even with my husband. Joe, it's the only cherry I have to offer you to show you how sincere I am about this."

Although we both knew it was a lie, I smiled as I nodded. She leaned across the kitchen table, her upper body pressed against the cold wooden surface. She reached back with both hands, pulling her ass cheeks open and said, "Please use a lot of the KY."

I readjusted the camera so that it could see everything. I zoomed in on her soaking wet pussy, making sure that the viewfinder could easily see her juices glistening on her opened labia. I then moved behind her, pushed the tip of the tube beyond her sphincter muscle, making a show of squeezing out the entire contents in her ass.

When she felt the head of my cock at her opening, she said with almost convincing need, "Take me Joe!"

I pushed inward firmly. Looking down as I pushed, I watched her sphincter dilate to accommodate the invasion, but at the same time felt it trying to expel me. I steadily pushed, finally breaking through her barrier and into her depths. She cried out slightly as I pushed past her opening but within a few moments, once I was bottomed out and still, she no longer reacted.

The urge to "cheat" finally won as I slammed into her. I rationalized that I was simply going to listen to what she was thinking, even though that was cheating. As I broke my 'no cheating' rule, listening to her thoughts, I knew instantly I had just lost the "no cheating" battle altogether. But in a way, I had accomplished my goal—which was to get her to submit without using my talents. She was now, lying on the kitchen table with my cock in her ass—a predicament brought on by her pleading with me to dominate her which she even agreed to do on camera.

I listened as she thought to herself.

"GOD Darla! What are you going to do! You've got yourself in a mess! God his cock is huge! Your ass is never going to be the same when he gets finished. He won't care if you reach down and play with yourself."

Her thoughts were as jumbled as they could get. Out loud, I told her, "Reach down and play with yourself."

"Thank God!" she thought to herself. She said nothing audibly as her hand immediately found her clit. I continued to listen in, "Can he read my thoughts? What would Dale think of me if he saw me? He's never gotten to do this and he's begged! I wish I would have let him. What would the girls think of me?!? They wouldn't have anything to do with me again! This is feeling better ... now he's doing it right ... slow and deep ... that's really nice."

I immediately pulled out and had her flip over onto her back. Pulling her hips to the edge of the table, I pushed her legs backwards until her asshole was again accessible, and I plunged back inwards, smiling at her as I did.

"He is so sweet," she continued to think to herself, "And he's cute. Oh god he's doing it again. That feels wonderful. I wish I would have know anal sex could be this good. Ohhh ... nice..."

 

I interrupted her thoughts by asking out loud, "Would you like your husband to be sitting over there, naked, and watching?"

Her immediate thought was 'Hell no, ' but I intervened. Deep down she did, in fact, have an exhibitionist streak, although it wasn't very strong. I quickly implanted the idea that she would like for her husband to watch and it would be great for him to be naked while he did. I made sure she said so too. I also tweaked her arousal level to indicate to her just how much she liked the idea.

"Yes," she said huskily. Her breathing was now labored and she was moving her fingers much quicker across her clit, "I would like for him to watch."

"How would you like it if he was being forced to participate—that he was simply waiting his turn in line—to take my cock up his virgin ass," I asked.

This time she seemed to like that idea a lot. But she quickly covered it up and was about to speak of her revulsion for the idea until I, again, 'uncovered' her true feelings, again tweaking her arousal level.

"That ... I..." she began with her eyes closed, her body slightly shaking. She was pre-orgasmic, on the edge of explosion as she said, "I would love to see that. It would turn me on as much as anything in the world to watch someone make Dale their bitch."

"What would you for me if I made that happen?" I asked.

"Anything you want," she replied barely audible.

"What if... ," I began to ask. I paused a split second to read her mind. I was shocked to discover that she needed no adjustments. Although deeply buried, she had many thoughts and desires on the subject, "What if I told you that I wanted to watch you fuck your daughters? Would you do that and then turn around and give them to me?"

Although I didn't have to do much, I again adjusted her arousal level. I also moved her orgasm level up—so it would take more for her to get off. Now she was as aroused as it normally would have taken her to get off. I made sure that her heart wasn't going to explode before continuing.

"Would you force them to fuck us if they didn't want too?" I asked. With each question, I adjusted her arousal so that it could be noticeable on camera.

My latest question drew a sharp intake of air before she said, determinedly whispered, "Yes."

"Would you have sex with your daughter's fiancé?" I asked and then added, "Would you seduce him in front of Renee and then force her to have sex with you both?"

I held her arousal level just below her new "edge" as I awaited an answer. I immediately saw that she was sexually attracted to her daughter's fiancé. She had tried to picture him naked many times and thinking about it now would have pushed her over the edge if I would have allowed it. But the thought of seducing him in front of her daughter and then forcing her daughter to have sex with them would have put a slight damper on it. But I adjusted those thoughts. Now, she would have un-motherly thoughts of her daughters on a regular basis. So much so that she would be as horny as she had ever been in her life when thinking about them.

"Yes," she cried out as I finally allowed her orgasm crash over her. It was the most intense orgasm of her life. To the camera, it looked like the idea of her getting to fuck her soon to be son-in-law and daughter is what pushed her over the edge. I hammered my cock into her ass a few times for good measure, but I did not cum.

I made sure to make all of the "tweaking" permanent thoughts and feelings in Darla's mind. I also reduced her orgasmic line so low that a fifteen year old on his first time could get her off. In addition to that, the orgasms would be huge and they would be continuous with small "mini-quakes" sprinkled in. I also ramped up her embarrassment level. So even though she was cumming as hard and as long as she ever had in her life, she would be totally humiliated by it, regardless of who she was with or who was around.

When she finally calmed down, she was immediately completely mortified by what had just taken place.

"I ... I..." she began still sitting on the table, "I can't believe I told you that stuff."

"It's okay," I said calmingly, "You can't help your feelings and since we are going to get to know each other for the next few days or so, we should get to know everything about each other. I'm glad I know all that about you."

"I'm just totally embarrassed," she continued almost to herself although she smiled a little and said, "But it was nice."

"You definitely seemed to enjoy it. Don't be upset," I replied, "I bet you've never cum so hard in your life. So apparently you've had those feelings for a while."

"There's something else I have to tell you, Joe," she said changing the subject. The thought seemed to have crashed down on her like a ton of bricks. She tensed up immediately. Gone was the post-orgasmic embarrassment/glow.

I looked at her, waiting on whatever she had to tell me, "The guy (the rapist) wants me to contact someone in the morning but you have to be involved."

"Oh?" I asked, obviously fully knowing what she was about to say.

"I have to contact a man by the name of Matt Hall," she began.

"The Matt Hall that lives down the street?" I asked as though I already knew him.

"Yes, that's him," she replied.

"So?" I asked looking at her to continue.

"He wants me to seduce him!" she replied, again looking as though she were going to cry. I immediately adjusted her emotional level so that she would remain downcast, but not so much so that she was crying.

"Okay," I replied, "You shouldn't have any problems with that."

"Oh, Joe," she replied looking up at me, "You can be a really sweet man. But Matt and I used to date in high school."

She got quiet for a minute, "I just can't see seducing him. He's got a wife and children."

"So if you don't do this, will that cause everything you've done so far to be for nothing? What will that guy do?" I asked and then said, "You've asked me to help you through all of this. Since I've agreed to do just that, and since this is something you have to do, I am now ordering you to do it—tonight."

She went from looking down at the floor, to whirling around to look at the clock, "Joe! It's 3am. There's no way I can do that tonight!"

I walked over to one of the drawers and pulled out a long handle wooden spoon.

"Lie across the table," I told her angrily, "You aren't going to argue with me!"

She was momentarily caught off guard by my sudden change in demeanor. But she quickly recovered saying, "Joe, be realistic. What do you think his wife is going to say?!"

"Lean over the table now!" I roared swatting her on the front of her right thigh. She yelped, furiously rubbing the now red spot on her leg.

"Joe! Please don't do this!" she begged.

I again entered her mind. Although she did have sexual fantasies of being spanked, it was a very subtle. But it also explained why she was so wet after the spanking I had given her a night or so ago. I did increase her desire to be spanked, but only just enough for her to actually realize she liked the idea. This increase, combined with her very low threshold for sexual stimulation, caused her to immediately become aroused—although it wasn't yet noticeable to anyone but her.

I listened to her thoughts for a moment, "I can't believe he's going to spank me! Am I getting aroused? I can't be! Am I turning into a real whore?"

"I bet your getting wet just from the threat of being spanked," I said breaking our momentary silence.

"I am not!" she shot back immediately.

"You wouldn't be lying would you?" I asked.

She thought to herself, "He can't possibly know I'm getting turned on by this! There's no way I am going to admit it!"

"No!" she replied defensively. I raised her arousal level to just below her orgasmic level. I then made sure the camera was still pointed at us—it was.

Without warning I palmed her now soaking wet pussy, easily sliding two fingers into her.

"Oh God!" she moaned, leaning into my arm, forcing her pussy onto my fingers as best she could. With my other hand, and unbeknownst to her (at least before the first strike), I raised the spoon and rapidly put ten licks across her naked ass. As I did, she screamed out an orgasm, furiously humping my fingers.

The orgasm continued for a few seconds. She said to herself, "I can't believe I just came to that ... and so quickly!! Oh, but it feels so good!"

I kept whipping her with the spoon and said, "Now you have to be punished for lying. We'll worry about that later. Tell me how badly you want to suck your son-in-law's cock as a naked Renee is forced to watch."

She screamed out another orgasm. By this point, I had probably hit her fifty times with the wooden spoon. The mini-orgasms began as I told her about all the things her son-in-law, Larry, was going to make Renee and her do. This went on for fifteen minutes before I pulled my soaking wet hand out, leaving her on the edge of another gigantic orgasm.

"Please," she begged, "Don't stop now!"

"Call Matt and get him over her tonight," I told her, "Then I might let you get off."

"What am I going to say," she asked herself, again looking at the clock, as she opened the drawer with the phone book.

I waited until she dialed the number before I 'found' the Hall's. Everyone was home and asleep, as most people would be at that time of the night. I made sure Martha and the kids did not hear the phone ringing nor would Martha hear Matt talking.

Just before the phone rang, I delved into Matt's mind digging through the years until I found his memories of his having dated Darla. I immediately saw that he had taken her virginity. Apparently, Matt still found Darla attractive and thoughts of fucking her again routinely found their way through his consciousness, as did a lot of women. Although he loved his wife, the idea of 'stepping out' crosses his mind regularly. He also likes the idea of watching his wife with another woman. But apparently she was hell bent against that—he had the idea filed under 'no chance' fantasies.

The phone rang three times before a groggy Matt answered, "Hello."

"Matt," Darla said very timidly, "I'm sorry it's so late."

"Who is this?" Matt asked still half asleep, but low enough to indicate he was trying not to wake Martha, his wife.

"It's Darla, Darla Grant," she replied, "Can you come over?"

There was silence before he asked, "Now?"

Matt said to himself, "What the fuck is she up to? Calling me this late at night, it's 3:30 in the morning."

"I really need to talk to you!" she implored him.

"Can't it wait," he asked, "Until in the morning."

I then put words into Darla's mouth as she said, "Matt, my family is out of town. I am here alone, naked, and horny and I need you."

She immediately scolded herself, "Darla Grant! I can't believe you just said that. Oh my God!"

Matt sat up in the bed, looked over at his still sleeping wife, and said, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

 

I immediately made Darla forget ever having called Matt, or even our conversation about she needing to call him. I told her to put her panties and robe back on and wait in her bedroom.

Before he left his house, I had Matt pick up his .45 caliber pistol and tuck it in his black overcoat—underneath which was jogging pants and a t-shirt. By the time he got to her house, he had forgotten all about the phone call. However, I made sure his arousal level was completely overriding his self-control. He knew he wanted to fuck, that he was at Darla's house, and that she was alone. I had him come through the carport door, which was conveniently unlocked. Although I was in the kitchen as he entered the house, I blocked his being able to see me. I was there, but his eyes weren't telling his brain I was. He walked right past me. When he entered the hallway, I had Darla forget I was there and blocked her from being able to see me as well. I simply watched as Matt entered her room, completely startling her.

"Matt Hall?" she asked shocked and almost immediately terrified, "What are you doing here?"

I put the words in his mouth, "You know what I'm doing here."

"So it has been you doing this to me?" she asked now angry.

"It sure has," he replied with a smug smile, "Now be a good girl and get out of those clothes before I have to spank your ass."

Her eyes widened at the 'spanking' threat. But she had been completely demoralized over the past several nights by her intruder and didn't think twice about immediately obeying him. She was soon completely naked.

I put the words in her mouth now as he started stripping, "So you've been the one coming here each night this week? Raping me?"

"Yes and I'm going to keep coming over too," he replied stepping out of the jogging pants, leaving him naked. He smiled sadistically as he said, "I'm going to do my dead-level best to put a baby in that belly of yours before I stop."

As he climbed onto the bed, he roughly pushed her legs back, plunging into her. I immediately reduced her arousal level, but increased her fear, despair, and pain. As soon as he entered her, she began crying profusely, begging him to stop, complaining that he was hurting her. She beat on his back with her fists, hands, and legs to no avail.

After ten minutes of this, I had him pull out and complain, "Why are you so fucking dry, you cunt!"

He spit on his cock several times before pushing her legs as far back as he could, causing her to again cry out from pain and shortness of breath. After a few moments of this, his frustration and anger overtaking him, he placed his cock at her backdoor entry, pushing forward firmly—his spit the only lubrication.

This time she tried to move away from him, but to no avail as he held her firmly. Her cries turned into screams, causing him to press a pillow over her face, "If you keep screaming, bitch, I'll fucking kill you."

She quieted down as he continued ass fucking her. I allowed this to continue for several more minutes before I had him cum in her. She cried loudly as he did, tears streaming down her face as she held her hand over her pussy and ass—the pain, as far as the camera could tell, was overwhelming.

I immediately had Matt go home. As he did, I added the past two nights of rape to his memory and gave him a furious desire to keep it hidden. But I made sure he had no desires to repeat them. At the same time, I had Darla remember that I helped her prepare for the rapist so we could catch him via video, but I made sure she forgot who it was, and kept her terrified of him, to keep her determined to protect her family by willingly whoring herself out to me.

I made sure Matt was completely calm before he entered his house. To him the rape was just like playing a sport, all fun ... no big deal. I also took note of all of his preferences. Not surprisingly, he has a wide range of them.