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Daddy’s Secret Obsession

As eager 19 year old lovers – Rachel and I were into all sorts of sex. We were very comfortable with each other, and we became sexual explorers together, trying everything from anal to toys to asshole gaping. One night we discovered that her father had been recording Rachel fucking men from a hidden camera in her room for over a year, and we decided to give him a treat he wouldn’t soon forget.

How bad could it be anyway?

Before the story begins just in case you missed it, this is fiction. [u]The story is not based on reality or nonfictional event[u]. The events portrayed here do not reflect on anyone, not the US military or any security forces contracted by them, not the San Antonio police department and their detectives.
My name is Marcus, my friends call me Mark. I spent four years in the Army. I was a military police specialist or MP. I spent two years of my four years in Afghanistan, two years in the states. I barely got my associates degree finished before leaving the Army. When I got out of the service in 2005 I swore I’d never go back overseas. I took a job with the security company in San Antonio Texas. The hours I worked were not too bad; I worked as a gate guard for one of the bases, just checking IDs of the people coming in to base. The pay was actually better than I could make in any other security position like a guard at a mall.
Course I was young and spent my money as fast as I earned it. I stay away from credit as much is possible, paid off up my credit card on each billing cycle. My parents got themselves in so much debt I learned that lesson having to do without while my father paid down his credit cards.
Early in the spring of 2006 I met Nicole, Nikki we all called her. Nikki was a beauty standing 5 foot six with dark hair, dark, dark Brown eyes that seem to be bottomless. I could stare into her beautiful eyes forever. I think that’s what made me fall in love with her, her eyes captured me, and she took a hold of my very soul. When I met Nikki I was surprised to find out she was only seventeen she acted older than that. At the time I was twenty-three and worried of what her father would think of me. I mean she’s barely of age and just getting out of high school. Seventeen is legal age in Texas. But this 5 foot six beauty with 34C cup 24 inch waist, and 34 inch hips had captured my heart. To me nothing else mattered.
I didn’t meet her father until the week before I asked Nikki to marry me. On my first meeting I asked his permission to marry his daughter. He didn’t like me much, but his daughter it made him relent after a couple days. It wasn’t much of a surprise to Nikki; she knew she already had me. Nikki had a fairly large family one older brother Carlos, two younger sisters Maria and Angela and a younger brother Federico.
Her father Carlos was a first-generation American having come from Mexico and he spent four years in service to earn his citizenship. His wife had come from a small village in Mexico as well.
I’m Irish-American and my ancestors settled in South Texas sometime after the Civil War. Nikki usually laughed at my Spanish until I corrected her it’s Tejano (pronounced Tehono in English). It’s a slightly different dialect than normal Spanish. It has a lot more slang used here in southern Texas. The only Spanish Nikki knew was from high school. Her father wouldn’t allow her family to speak Spanish at home. He wanted to Americanize his family as quickly as possible.
I learned to respect him immediately; he truly wanted to be an American. I could never fault anyone for wanting to make their life better for themselves and their children. After all my ancestors immigrated with the same idea, just because they did it more than 100 years earlier it doesn’t change the fact that he and my forefathers had a lot in common.
Nikki and I were married six months after my proposal that was December 21 of 2006. Needless to say the money I was making as a bachelor couldn’t cover the expenses we had as a married couple. Nikki had one part-time job after another hating them all. As our money problems got harder they begin to affect our family. I knew if I didn’t do something soon, I was going to end up losing Nikki. I took a part-time job, but that didn’t help us any. Nikki found a job that she liked, but between her work and my two jobs I didn’t get to see her every day. About three or four nights a week we can sleep together, my work or her work we keep us apart. So this keeps a strain on our marriage. Still the money problems only got deeper.
A friend of mine at the security firm told me about a new contract the company had gotten. It was overseas but a paid more than 150,000 dollars per year, with the first 75,000 tax-free. Although I swore I’d never go overseas again I quickly saw this as a way to get ahead a little. That was more than I would make in four years, in one year’s time. I hate the thought of leaving Nikki, but our money problems were going to have us divorced soon anyway. It’s only year, how bad could it be anyway?
I set Nikki down and discussed it with her. She swore she love me and it didn’t matter she just was frustrated and she hated being apart like we were currently. I told her if I went overseas and took this job I had two two-week vacations during the time, with airfare paid all way back to Texas. So I could see her on the fourth month and eight month of the year. We could talk back and forth over Internet connection during the meantime. With her keeping the job she liked the time will go by faster.
When I get home we would have over hundred thousand dollars to buy a nice house in a quiet neighborhood. I could still keep the same job I had today a slightly higher wage. Without the expense of housing we can make it on just are two jobs. So reluctantly we both agreed that I should take the job transfer. The next day I went into the office I filed the necessary paperwork for the transfer. It was a week later I was informed of my acceptance to the training program for it.
This is a six month school I had to attend before going overseas, it did come with a good raise in pay so that part-time job I had was it missed. Although I was away from Nikki for the entire six months, I got one week of vacation after my school. The school was an intense combat and security force school instructed by ex-blackouts personnel. It was a tough the six months my life. Even though I had a Dan/black belt in jujitsu I learned a lot of mixed martial arts and anyone of my instructors could put me on my ass for the first three months without much trouble. I did finish top in hand-to-hand training in my class. I was never so glad to be finish school in my life as the day I finished that six months training.
Nikki was very glad to see me, we missed each other more than we realized. The first three days we spent together hardly leaving our bed. The fourth day Nikki had to work and couldn’t get out of it. But we still spend as much time with each other as we could. The week went by way too fast and Nikki drove me to the airport to say goodbye on the seventh day.
I slept on the flights as much as I could, the one across the Atlantic was the longest I slept most of it. I had a three hour layover in London and I gave Nikki a quick call got the answering machine so I just left a quick Nikki I love you. The next flight took me straight into the Middle East and two hour convoy ride got me to my new job site. The boss gave me a day off to unpack and draw my equipment and firearms from the company stores and armory. We got much better body armor and firearms that I had when I was in the military. I take a little time after cleaning my weapons to go to the firing range and centered them.
I had mailed off to myself some equipment that wasn’t standard but my instructors had suggested I get. I found our mail office and retrieve my package. I had two buoy knives, military hatchet, and a laser pointer for my 9 mm pistol all waiting for me.
I settled into my job and it turned out to be as boring as any other job I’ve ever had. We didn’t try to interact with the locals, and they kind of ignored us too. Nikki and I e-mail back and forth, it was two weeks before I got a call in the due to the time difference it was hard to catch her at home. Her schedule had changed and I ask her why over e-mail. She tells me she lost that job but just found a new one. Although the new one had different hours it paid a lot better. She was pretty vague what it was in her e-mail. The next time I got a call through and was able to speak to her should always change the subject if I asked about the job.
My four months was coming up and I had a two-week vacation coming. My boss called me into his office, he informed me that due to insurgent activity elsewhere in country that my vacation had to be canceled. The company would reimburse me $10,000 for the inconvenience. He also informed me that my shift would be extended to twelve hours instead of the eight it had been.
Two days before I was due to arrive I finally managed to get a call through to Nikki. I wasn’t going to tell her by an e-mail or leave a message this is too important. I told her the company had canceled my vacation time for the time being but did give me $10,000 for the inconvenience. Nikki was a little mad but the money helped. She finally said, “We can use the $10,000 for furniture.” I agreed that she could use it on any furniture she wanted. I’d rather have spent this week with her.
Twelve hour shifts really suck, it seems like it takes all the rest of the day just to have two meals and a little rest, before you’re right back at the job. A month later everything calms back down and we went back to eight hour shifts.
During this time we still have a lot of high-profile insurgents, some with large bounties on their heads. The company I work for didn’t stop us from looking for these people, but they certainly didn’t encourage it. On convoy duty one day I noticed the man just stepping out of a small building near the edge of our town. I knew his face immediately he was one of the insurgents that had nearly $1.25 million bounty on him. I talked to three of my friends at the company added a fifth member before setting out after him. The warrant wanted him alive, if possible. So we brought along a few tasers that someone had mailed to themselves. We hit the compound during evening prayer, we knew we had the best chance of getting in and out without causing a major disturbance.
Turns out we not only got him but to others with quarter million on them as well. After turning them in, we collected $350,000 per member of our little group. I didn’t tell Nikki about the $350,000 I knew she would be angry that I risked my life. Our boss was irritated that we hadn’t included him, but when we brought back some of the Intel showing that we were going to be there next target he quickly got over it. We spent the next month and a half on twelve hour shifts.
When it came time for my next vacation again I was informed and reimbursed, but no vacation. Nikki didn’t seem to mind this time.
The week that I was post be on vacation I spotted another insurgent of those smaller bounty on this one, I went to the boss this time and he got the four others that we used the last instance. This was much easier with support; but this time didn’t go so well. There were six insurgents in a different compound and they were constructing IEDs we managed to get five of them went the sixth unknown to us, set off the IEDs instead of being captured. The explosion wounded two of our crew, in nearly killed one of the insurgents that we had captured and destroyed most of the Intel. We still made almost a half million off that raid. And the two guys we got injured were not all that bad off a few stitches and one piece of scrap metal removed. They were back to work in a week.
The rest of my time went by quietly, although it seemed harder to get a call in to Nikki. Her excuse was a job was getting to be a pain and she would quit it shortly. She wanted to spend as much time with me as she could once I returned back home.
I told her, I had a big surprise for her when I got back home. That was two weeks before I was due to leave two days later we spotted another group with bounties. All five of us plus the boss work this group we did a bit of Intel just two days’ worth that saved us a lot of trouble. We hit them fast and hard when they weren’t ready for it, none of them got hurt and just importantly none of us got hurt. We even got a bonus for the Intel we collected. The six of us collected $500,000 total off that last raid. So my year in the sand got me just over 1.5 million, most of it tax-free because the bounties were tax-free.
I shook my boss’ hand that day I left. He said if ever I needed to come back he would greatly appreciate my help in the bounty hunting. The others that left the same day I did all headed for home. When I landed in New York I try to call Nikki from the airport with my arrival time, but all I got was the answering machine. From our last conversation I thought she would be free not having a job at the moment. I called her mother hoping she was there. Nikki’s Mother answered and when she recognized my voice she started to cry and couldn’t talk to me. Nikki’s sister Maria came on the line and she said. “I don’t know how to tell you this but Nikki is dead.” My world crumpled in that instant. I was in shock as I boarded the plane headed home to San Antonio.
Nikki’s family met me at the airport, I had been crying the entire trip from New York to Atlanta to San Antonio, so my eyes are red and puffy which really looks strange because I’m about 6 foot two with 48 inch shoulders at 36 inch waist and about two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle. Nikki’s father and mother hugged me and help me to their car. They drove me to a hotel room. I didn’t want to go back to the apartment I just couldn’t stay there without Nikki. They tell me try to get some sleep and they come by tomorrow.
The next day a police detective comes by to question me in the morning, I tell him all that I know. That I spoke to Nikki sixteen days ago and she was going to quit her job before I return. Nikki been killed four days ago by someone stocking her. She was killed in the apartment parking lot and they had no clue on the assailant. I was clear due to my passport not being stamped until yesterday, and I this show a paper trail of where I was over the time and I was in the Middle East when the crime occurred.
The detective gave me a warning not to involve myself in the investigation. “The police will handle this.” That was all he said. Then he left.
The corner later that day released Nikki’s body so we could bury her. Besides her family and friends that I knew group of shady people that I had no idea of who they were attended Nikki’s funeral. I was sure I got a copy of the attendance list. I started by asking family after a week what Nikki had been up to while I was gone. It took a long time before they opened up and told me Nikki had been working at a club, they believed as a waitress.
I went to the club and the bartender recognized me from the funeral. She poured me a drink on the house. It took a little while but I found that Nikki had been a dancer there. I still carried a picture of Nikki in my wallet, although this information didn’t make me happy I still believed Nikki had been a good wife. And until someone can prove otherwise I wouldn’t believe some of the stories would be true to her. Like most the dancers were actually prostitutes. I let my beard grow just a change my looks a little bit.
The apartment complex manager called and I have to tell if I wanted to clear out our apartment, or come up with the rent I went and paid two months’ rent so I wouldn’t have to hurry moving everything in a rush. I stayed in a long time hotel, one that charged just under $200 a week. But I have to go into the apartment and begin retrieving Nikki’s items. I enlisted the help of her family. Her mother couldn’t bring herself to go into her apartment. Nikki’s two younger sisters came to help me. We bag all of Nikki’s clothing. Some of the outfits were obviously for her dancing. Nikki sisters place those in a separate bag and took them to the trash.
The police had obviously went through her apartment. Didn’t look like they have done a very thorough job at it because in the bottom of Nikki’s closet I found box hidden full cash nearly $25,000 in tens and twenties. On our computer I found a letter to me, obviously it was a Dear John letter that she never finished. She apologized, for breaking her marriage vowels saying that she no longer was worthy of me. Reading it several times it sounded like what Nikki would write. Knowing Nikki was considering ending our marriage hurt but not more than her death.
We found a set of keys to a Mustang, obviously a spare set to a new car. I used the car alarm to locate the car. In the parking lot was a red Mustang about ten months old, by the license sticker. I checked the glove compartment and found about $50 in one dollar bills and about $800 in tens and 20s. I also found the insurance and the title for the car. Going to her file cabinet I found the pink slip showing Nikki as the owner. The bad thing about the car was the perfume didn’t smell at all like Nikki to me.
I talk to the police about the car and I transferred it to Maria, I really didn’t want the car. Maria sixteen at the time and I use some the money from the apartment to pay the fees and insurance. The detectives also told me the cases gone cold. Which is police talk for they don’t know who it was and stop bothering us.
After my beard had grown in I colored my hair from Sandy blonde to dark Brown; got brown contacts before I ever went back to the club Nikki worked at. I talked to a couple of the other girls acting like I come in just to see Nikki, and I’ve been out of town for a long time. I threw a lot of money around enough to get attention from all the girls. When a few of them told me that Nikki had been killed I acted all sad for only a second or two before talking them into a table dance. Between my beard and new hair color and eye color the bartender didn’t even recognize me, although I didn’t speak to her directly. It took a few days before I found out more about Nikki.
One of the girls there was a friend of Nikki’s that I knew. When I explained that I was looking for Nikki she actually teared up for a second or two. I asked her what happened and she told me one of Nikki’s regulars has started stocking her. Her last night there he had insisted that she spend as much time with him as she could, even after he ran out of money he wanted her to spend time with him. She pointed across the bar at a guy sitting by himself. He comes in here every night but every girl’s creeped out by him. So only the new girls that don’t know better will dance for him.
She looks at me hard before saying. “Mark, I already told this to the police. I think they checked him out. So don’t get yourself into trouble messing with him. When Nikki was here all she did was dance, but she felt it was a betrayal to your marriage. The things we girls have to do to get money here a lot of people would consider cheating. But Nikki loved you, and she hated working here.”
I hand her $500 and tell her maybe you should take the rest of the night off. She shakes her head yes before she has back to the DJs booth to take her name off the rotation.
I set there watch the guy quietly from across the bar one thing about strip clubs they are dark, easy to observe someone if you put yourself in the right spot. I asked a few of the older girls about that guy saying I seen him somewhere hassling some girl in a parking lot. That seemed to get a few of them talking and I talked about him hassling Nikki about quitting. They told me he claimed to love her.
I tipped them well and let them dance but I wasn’t interested in them. I watched the guy drink until he could barely stand. As he began to leave I made sure I would be close to him on the way out. Actually wanted a few steps ahead of him and I acted as drunk as he was if not a little more.
When I stopped and leaned against the wall waiting for him the past just at the right moment I acted like I’m falling I knocked him over onto the ground. I lifted his wallet quickly acting like brushing dirt off of him. I apologize loudly slurring my words. When he accepted my apology and staggered away I turned and waited until he rounded the corner before going to his wallet. The first thing I noticed was the police badge. The bastard was a detective on the very police force assigned to locate my wife’s killer.
I quickly got his name address and every other thing I could find out about him that his wallet was show. I heard him loudly exclaim. “Where the fuck is my wallet?”
I decided to be a Good Samaritan and help the officer out, staggering I follow him around the corner. He was standing by his car looking confused I waved his wallet at him gain his attention. “Is this yours I just found it on the ground?” Looking through it he handed me 10 bucks, before thanking me.
I got a plate office car as he got in I pretended to be calling my wife for a ride. Turning down his offer to drive me home, I couldn’t do much more than make sure he got a DWI but that may put him at this club. Maybe those stupid detectives will put two and two together and finally come up with something other than 22. I called in to the tip line that I saw someone leaving this club who could barely stand up. He got in a car with the detective’s license plate numbers and is driving away.
I had to smile when a standard marked patrol car pulled him over right at the corner. He flashed his badge but it didn’t do much good this time because I called back into the tip line thanking them for their fast action on pulling over a DWI. As I hung up, I am recording the action using the video capture feature of my cell phone. If the cop let them go I was sure to put this on YouTube. Looked for a second like he was going to, but his radio got his attention one more time.
After that he pulled them out and started going through the normal DWI test performed for traffic stop when the detective refused the police sergeant put him in the back of the car. By this time three more patrol cars had shown up. I continue to record the action.
The next day I checked the arrest reports and his name is on it. Apparently got very hostile at the precinct, refusing to give a blood sample, until a court order come through and he was physically restrained as they draw it, his blood was .12 at the time. Well above Texas legal limit of .08 the DWI stuck. The fact that he was arrested right outside of the club where Nikki had worked, seem to go unnoticed.
I requested a copy of Nikki’s autopsy through a lawyer, it took a week but I got it. This really hurt, I found out Nikki was pregnant and there’s no way it could’ve been mine. I have the lawyer see if samples of the fetal tissue still existed so a DNA comparison could be performed. There was a DNA performed on the fetus and that was part of a different autopsy report. I don’t know about those detectives but I sure had my primary suspect. At this point I wish I hadn’t started this, ignorance is bliss, but I’m still mad about Nikki’s killer getting off just because they’re not going to look into a police officer that closely.
At this point my six weeks of vacation is up and I have to go in to work at my gate guard job for the security company or arrange a leave of absence.
I go back to work for a week, when a red Mustang driving to the gate since a chill down my spine. It’s not Nikki’s of course, Maria’s not driving it. It just looks like Nikki’s car. That’s when the idea hit me, Maria looks so close to Nikki if she wasn’t just sixteen now you wouldn’t be able to tell the two of them apart specially in the dark. If Maria dressed like Nikki I wonder what that would do to that bastard’s nerves.
That afternoon I talked to Maria I told her I thought I knew who may have killed Nikki. She had a hundred questions I try to answer most of them but there’s a lot of I had no clue. I say “I don’t know at this time, but I’m going to damn well find out.”
I asked if she’d mind unnerving the guy I thought might’ve done it. She agreed with me as long as I stayed close. I felt I can defend her. Damn sure no way I was going to let her be strangled like Nikki had been.
Part of my job I had a carry permit. So I purchased a new 1911 pistol 45ACP instead of using my 9 mm pistol that may not be fatal with a single shot, but a 45 with a Hydro Shock rounds anywhere in the chest probably would be. That night Maria comes over and I explain exactly what I intended, I go and get one of Nikki’s more sexy outfits and have Maria dress in it. Seeing Maria standing there wearing that dress I almost break down and cry. The two of them look so much alike it’s scary.
Sure enough that asshole still hanging around the same club, I have the bartender send over a triple with a very strong alcohol. I want him just a little impaired when he sees Maria, I’ll make sure it’s always at a distance.
After he finishes the drink I have one of the girls go over and asking if he seen Nikki lately when he tells her, “That bitch is dead.”
I’ve already told her to tell him. “No she’s not, she was in witness protection but she got out of it because her husband came back from overseas. She came and picked her last paycheck up and went home. If you hurry you might actually catch her.”
That’s when I have Maria walk slowly by the front door, where he sets he should be able to get a glance of her. Nikki’s friend gives me a quick call letting me know it’s working. He’s headed for the door and quick.
Maria is already in the car, I have her down in the backseat so I can drive I’ll stay ahead of him. As soon as he is on the sidewalk I pull out. I turn like I’m going back to Nikki’s apartment complex. By the time of the first stop sign I can tell he’s following, I maintain a decent distant between us. If he speeds up I speed up and make sure he doesn’t catch up with me. I arrive at our old address a good minute ahead of him. I have Maria go in to the apartment lock the door and called police on her cell phone.
He screeches to a halt just in time to see Maria disappear into the apartment. When he steps out of his car he has his pistol drawn as he heads towards the door I intercept him. I shout. “PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON.” As he turns he makes a mistake a lifting the gun instead of dropping it. I fired twice before he can aim. I hit him two times in the chest before he drops. Maria steps into the door looking out. That bastard still isn’t quite dead yet but I kick his gun away from him.
He said. “What do I got to do to get rid of you. I couldn’t buy you off after I raped you. I couldn’t strangle you to death now I’m not able to…” The bastard dies right then. If it wasn’t for the fact that Maria caught that on video and gave a copy to the local news, I probably would ended up in jail a lot longer. But my wife’s cold case got marked solved/closed after that.
The past ends, and I’m forced begin again.
Chapter 2
The next day I go to Nikki’s grave site, I have a dozen her favorite flowers placing them on the grave I say to her. “Nikki I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. I know that bastard raped you. I know now none of this was your fault. I got to kill that bastard last night I hope you will rest in peace now.” With tears streaming down my face I leave. I’ll always love Nikki, not Nikki the dancer, but Nikki my wife.
The next day I put in to go back overseas. I send my old boss an e-mail and he arranges that I again get assigned to him. Because I have been there I don’t need to re-accomplish the special training I’ll be gone in eighteen days. My old boss arranges that I receive that time as vacation.
I spent the next day shopping for special items to mail myself. This time I take an e-reader loaded with his many books as it will hold. I purchased a few other things that I can either trade with or use in the Middle East. I’m mail everything off in several different boxes.
The day after that I need to think Maria for her help. The two of us set down outside of her house on the small porch. Maria actually thinks me first. “For some reason I know if we had not done that he would never been caught. We found out his wife lied for him, gave him an alibi the night he killed Nikki. Because I recorded what he said they’re not going to give her his retirement.”
I remark. “I wonder if in six months she’ll be dancing at some club the make enough money to feed herself.”
Maria tells me. “Mark, Nikki didn’t start dancing until she had to replace the old car. She told me she really hated it. I didn’t talk to her for a long time after she told me she was going to start stripping. I actually told her that that would be cheating on you. I told her I hated her for it. I’m really sorry those were the last words I said to my sister. I wish I’d known, I wish I hadn’t done that…” Maria begins to cry and I take her in my arms. She cries for a long time and I gently stroke her hair, her back and just let her cry.
With a sadness that I hope Maria will never feel, when Maria finally stops I say to her. “I’m sure what Nikki done she thought she had to. She didn’t want to burden me with the fact she needed a new car. She was afraid if I was to worry about her I wouldn’t do what I needed to stay safe. I forgive her for dancing. But she didn’t cause that bastard to do what he did. He raped her, and then when she wouldn’t give up the baby he strangled her. Once I got back she was going to leave me because of the baby. She wouldn’t burden me with a child that wasn’t mine even under those circumstances.”
Maria says to me. “If I were you I don’t know if I could forgive her.”
Still holding onto Maria I tell her. “I love Nikki, and always will. I never knew Nikki the dancer so I will forgive the Nikki that was my wife. I can’t hate her for doing something to protect me. I’ll be leaving in about sixteen more days. I’m going back overseas.”
With a confused expression Maria asks me. “I thought you hated it, being overseas away from home.”
Maria’s family is the closest thing I have the family, my mother and father expired shortly after my eighteenth birthday. They didn’t have life insurance, I scraped up just enough money to bury the two of them, and finally settle the debts. It took everything they had in the world to do this. I was an only child so that left me all alone.
Now with Nikki dead, I really didn’t have anyone close to me. I’m still holding onto Maria it’s almost like I’m holding Nikki. But I know the difference whereas Nikki was more of adventurous, Maria is definitely the good girl. I finally tell Maria. “Without Nikki here, I don’t have a reason to stay. I’ll be able to make enough money while overseas that I should probably have a chance to change my life.”
Maria finally asks me a question. “Marcus, would you mind if I wrote you? I know I’m not Nikki, but I still love you. She had you so easily. Sometimes I don’t think she really understood how good of a man you are.”
I will little taken aback by Maria’s statement, can she really me that she’s in love with me, or is it more like a brother, or brother-in-law thing. I get her e-mail and promise I’ll send her one once I’m settled. Letting her go I give her a kiss on the cheek. Not wanting to find out that it’s a different kind of love then the brother-in-law type. I just don’t want to deal with my feelings at the moment.
I leave and try not to think about it, going back to my temporary residence for the night.
The next day I decide to do something about all the money I earned. I go to a specialty investment company that deals with former military. I invest 1 .4 million I have in high interest stocks and bonds, arranging for the money to roll over. I leave myself enough to pay for the room and purchased Maria and her family a nice gift. I get a 50 inch LED HDTV set for the family. I buy Maria a nice laptop one capable of video conferencing, I tell her that’s so I can talk to her over the Internet. I try to spend a little time with my former in-laws before I leave. They always accepted me after Nikki and I were married. I even paid Maria’s auto insurance for a full year. Telling her she owes me and I will not have to call a taxi when I return. Maria laughs and ensures that she will be my taxi whenever I get into town.
A week after I arrived I e-mail Maria for the first time. It’s three days before she replies. Her parents don’t have an Internet connection, and she had to go to a local coffee shop to use their Wi-Fi. We e-mail back and forth for a long time.
My boss has gotten the original team back together, the five of us plus him. He plans the ops, looks up leads for us, and generally manages the five of us. We don’t have normal duty anymore, were solely on bounty hunting. The security company decided they wanted to get in good with the military. So we do the things the military can’t, won’t or don’t have a mission for. Namely go after all the bounties of the insurgents, former military or just general criminals. As a result we bounce around from place to place. The money that I made over an entire year last time, I’m now making every week or two. I’m still e-mailing and when I can a video chat with Maria. I get one in on Christmas, and next one in February on her birthday. I ask Maria what she would want for her seventeenth birthday. She asked me if I could come home that May to take her to senior prom. I get the dates but make no promises this new job I’m working at may not let me.
Going to my boss I asked him for the dates in May to have vacation. The rest of the crew wants to go off as well, so we all take three weeks during May. If I catch all the flights right I should get home the morning of Maria’s prom. I order a tux made by a local tailor who is quite good. The tuxedo although expensive would cost me a lot more stateside, to have it tailored there.
Of course the flights don’t happen like their posted. I arrive late in the afternoon on the same day of her prom. Maria said she was going to go by herself and if she was extremely lucky a nice gentleman would show up to dance with her. Arriving a little too late, to pick up Maria, after picking up my rental car I drive to a friend’s house who stored some items for me while I was gone. I showered and dressed in my tux and left for Maria’s prom.
I parked in my rental car the parking lot is packed, as a long walk to the front door of dance hall the high school rented for the prom. Making my way through the cars I hear a scream. Some people would normally run from it, some people would just ignore it, but I’m not made that way. Judging the direction I had straight toward where I think it came from. I hear more screams and some laughter from a couple rolls over. I see three or four shadowy figures standing around the car. The shouting of from within is a girl trying to defend herself against a rapist. That voice sounds very familiar as I get closer.
Three of them see me coming and turn to intercept me. The first one throws a punch and I catches wrist breaking his arm and kicking his knee leaving him crippled on the ground. The second assailant I toss nearly twenty feet into a windshield of a truck. Adrenaline you got a love it, unless you are the guy ending up in a windshield.
As I run to the car the third assailant I just knockout without even slowing down. He was trying to do a roundhouse kick which I merely sidestepped. Now I see the rapist in the car raise his arm to strike the girl but before he can I grabbed him pulling him from the vehicle, he is more surprised than anything as he comes out pants around his ankles. He was poised with his cock pushed against her labia, but he hadn’t managed to push it in yet. As he goes to strike me I dodge and give him knee to his balls as fast and hard as I can. He crumples over and I give him two fast hits to put him on the ground. I pull my cell phone out and dial 911 before checking on the girl. I can hear sobs from inside the car. Without bending over I tell her. “I think I got them all. Are you okay?”
Doing her best to straighten her torn dress she slowly sets up. When she begins to speak I know for sure it’s Maria. Maria says. “Thank you. You just saved me from being raped.”
When the third assailant groans as he comes back to consciousness only in the very distance can I hear a police car approaching, when he stands he makes mistake of pulling back to make a punch at me. I don’t hold anything back I hit him so hard I know I break several of his ribs and his jaw. He falls back on the ground not willing to move. Maria slides out of the open car door. The guy that was on top of her she kicks twice, before she even looks up to see who her rescuer is.
A smile crosses her face the instant she sees my face. She cries. “I was praying you would show up to rescue me.” Even though her dress is torn down to the waist she throws herself around me, both arms hold my neck as she kisses me. A small crowd has gathered as the police car approaches. I remove my jacket quickly and wrap Maria in it. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her body has become, her breasts her perky and nipples was rather hard due to the cool air.
Once I remove my jacket, the holsters holding my two 1911 style pistols can be seen. Maria asked. “Why didn’t you just shoot the bastards?”
I chuckle before I tell her. “Do you have any idea what they will do to those rapists in jail?”
Maria starts laughing before she says. “They deserve it, they all were going to use me.”
Only thing I say. “Well the police should be able the handle this one.”
I stay at Maria side all through the process. I have to show my carry license. I point to the fact that Maria is now wearing my jacket. Under the circumstances the officers don’t have a major problem. One of the officer’s offers a blanket to Maria replacing my jacket. I dress in my jacket to again conceal my firearms. Well after midnight the police finally released Maria into my care.
She didn’t want her parents to know about the event, until I convinced her that it would be best coming from her than finding out through the news. I’m setting on the sofa as Maria tells her father and mother about what occurred. The four charged with assault, and sexual battery. Not for rape due to the fact I prevented him from actually penetrating.
Turns out the four were football players, two of which are now unable to continue with their plans for college or pro ball, the other two, schools that they had scholarships with, quickly withdrawal them.
Maria insists that I accompany her on at least a date. She says. “I’ve missed my prom because of those bastards. It’s not your fault but could you make it up to me.”
Informing her I say. “It’s the airlines fault Maria, if they had been on time I would’ve been here by one and escorted you all the way to the prom.” The airlines will say it was due circumstances beyond their control.
Maria tells me. “You were just in time to save me and that’s all that matters.”
Maria and I do spend a lot of time together during those three weeks. I come to realize I miss being married. Even at Maria side I still am missing Nikki and that will never change. I do realize I miss the comfort and security of having someone you know loves you.
I keep having strange dreams every night. Nicky speaks to me and my dreams. She tells me that I have to fall in love again. She’ll never be able to return to me. She will always love me and she so sorry everything happened the way it did. She tells me to love her sister, because Maria loves me.
I transfer a lot of my money I had made already into my high interest accounts, as it is now I make more money in interest per day than I used to make in two weeks’ pay. Seeing my balance I realize there is something I need to tell Maria. If I had told Nikki about making that $350,000 I could easily send her enough to pay for that car, and a house. She wouldn’t have been a stripper and maybe that were saved her life.
I’ll only be here four more nights before I had to fly out. I set down with Maria I cannot even look her in her face before I start. “Maria about the time Nikki had to buy the new car. I and a group of my fellow mercenaries captured an insurgent with a bounty on his head. My share the bounty was $350,000. If I had told Nikki she could’ve stopped or not even started stripping. She would’ve been mad at me for risking my life for money. But she probably would still be alive today.”
Maria doesn’t take a second before she says. “You don’t know. No one could know that. That asshole might’ve been there and seen her the first day she began to dance. You were not gone a week before she started that job as a stripper. I didn’t want to tell you this before. You didn’t need the pain of knowing you were barely out the door before she was already taken her clothes off in front of men.”
Maria was right about that although I had my suspicions because she would never tell me the new job she had taken. But what Maria said made sense. You can’t live your life on ifs and maybe’s. I pull Maria for the first time to me not in pain but because I want to feel her next to me. Looking in to her face I know Maria wants me too. Then we both move forward our lips meet, kissing Nikki was great. Kissing Maria nearly stops my heart, this is the most powerful feeling I had ever known.
When we finally break our kiss, Maria has tears in her eyes but a broad smile on her face. I look into her eyes and I am immediately drawn into them, even more powerful than what Nikki did to me. Before I realize it I say. “Maria I love you.”
Maria holds on to me as she says. “It’s about damn time you realize that. I love you too.”
Laughing Carlos comes out he says to me. “Marcus you were so good for Nikki, you made her much better of a person as long as you were around her. I know you loved her and still do. But now I know you also love my Maria. She will be as good to you as you were to Nikki. I think Nikki would like this, I know she loved both of you and would want to see you happy.”
Maria giggling says simply. “Thanks Daddy.”
Carlos orders fatherly. “Now spend the rest of you guys time together and don’t worry about anything else. We’ll have a wedding as soon as you get back Marcus.”
Maria giggles and pulls me out to my car practically pushing me towards my door then she runs around and gets in. I drive her off to my hotel room. It’s not a bad hotel not a five-star but better than I used to spend time in. Seeing where I’m going to Maria asks. “You stay here Mark?” I simply shake my head yes. I park then lead a very cheery Maria up to my hotel room.
Once inside the door, Maria runs off to the restroom. It’s a few minutes before she comes out, she is fully nude with a devilish grin on her face. Seen her gorgeous body I practically rip the clothing from mine. Once we both stand nude Maria pulls me onto the king-sized bed.
My mouth again finds hers and a long hot passionate kiss that gives my hands time to caress every inch of my lover’s body. When I break my kiss finally I start running down her beautiful neck with small kisses just kissing every inch or so. As I begin to kiss on the sensitive skin of her breast. Maria moans with each kiss when I finally touch her areola her hands stroke down the back of my head as soon as my mouth closes around her nipple which is hard as a rock her hands pulled hard, holding me against her chest and Maria moans saying. “I’m glad you saved this, you’re the only person I want to give myself to.”
For some reason I need to tell Maria all about what I do. I know, I feel I’ve never done anything wrong in what I do. Actually it saves lives, both ours and insurgents we’ve gotten pretty good at keeping them alive. But I still need to tell Maria everything before we go any further.
“Maria sorry I need to tell you everything about my job before we go any further.”
Maria looking in my face sees the seriousness of my expression and says. “As long as you understand I love you, and that’s not going to change.”
I nod my head before I continue. “Maria I am a bounty hunter, mostly insurgents and criminals in the Middle East. I’m not going to tell you I haven’t ever killed anyone because I have, but I’ve always killed as a last resort and only when I have to.”
Maria asks. “Do you have a clear conscience?”
With a small smile I tell her. “I know the people that I killed have killed others in the past. They were planning to kill again. If I can avoid killing them I do. Yes my conscience is clear.”
Maria pulls me into a passionate kiss before she says. “That’s all I needed to know.”
I kiss her again and again work down her neck onto her breasts and begin to play with her nipples. Maria moans. “If you stop this time I’m going to hit you.”
The only thing that keeps me from laughing is the fact that I know she’s deadly serious. So I continue to gently play with my lover, tease her breast into full arousal. Licking and sucking on her nipples Maria moans her approval. Her hands gently hold me to her breasts as I tease them. Allow my free hand to slowly caress down her body. There’s not a single hair on her gorgeous body other than her pretty head. Her skin is incredibly smooth, soft and warm to my touch. I softly nuzzle her breast then moved my mouth to the other to tease it. Maria shivers in excitement as I begin to tease that breast. Allow my hand to gently cup her pubic mound and slide between her legs feeling her labia. She already shows signs of her arousal. Her inner lips protrude and are wet her clitoris stands just outside of its protective hood. Maria shakes as my finger gently runs across it. I kiss across her flat stomach as I slide down the bed. Using my fingers to gently part her inner lips and slide down to her vagina. I kiss the top of her pubic mound and Maria spreads her legs wide to give me full access to her beautiful body. My tongue gently crosses onto her clitoris as Maria jerks her hips forward. I close my mouth over her clit and gently nurse it, playing with it with my tongue as it seems even get longer. Maria moans. “Oh my, don’t you dare stop. Keep that up! Oh yes, oh yes oh, oh, oh, YES! YES!”
As I played with Maria’s clitoris she screams her pleasure then shakes, holding my head with both her hands and her legs tightly. She forces her clit into my mouth as I suck and play with it until her orgasm subsides, and then she releases my head.
Maria still breathing hard as her body relaxes and stops twitching. With the handful of my hair she gently pulls my face away from her. She pulls me up to where I’m on her chest, facing the she is invited me for a kiss and which I gladly give.
I brake so she can catch her breath, but I don’t wait till she’s fully recovered before position my cock to push into her body. As soon as she feels my cock begin to stretch her vagina Maria moans. “Oh yes my lover make me your woman.” I need no further invitation I gently push and my cock slowly sinks until it hits the hymen. Before she can tense up I push hard taking her Cherry. I sink about 3 inches deeper before the movement stops. Maria only grunts for a second then looks at my face. She says. “That wasn’t so bad. But it still hurts.”
Stroking her hair and watching her beautiful face I say. “Give it a little time love, in a moment or two the pain will go away and we can continue.” I begin to kiss her passionately as her arms wrap around me our tongues meet, they play back and forth for time. I fill leg gently wrap around me and then her other leg also crosses over my ass. Now she gently pulls me deeper. I move very slowly stretching her for the very first time. I have a long hard cock that so far she’s only taking less than half of. I want to give her body time to come accustom to me. With each second she gets wetter as I slowly move back and forth now moving deeper with each stroke. She hasn’t fully taken me into her body when I touch her cervix. Maria shivers hard and moans at the contact. I hold still for a few seconds allowing her body to stretch then I pull back and slowly pushed back to her cervix. Each time I touch her cervix Maria moans not in pain but in pleasure. “Oh you’re so big, I feel so full, now faster, fuck me faster.”
I speed my rhythm moving a little further with each stroke now. It doesn’t take long before Maria is shaking, she moans with each contact to her cervix and I pushed just a little harder against it. I feel it stretch both opening and moving deeper into her body. Finally Maria is shaking hard as she thrusts up with every stroke I give her now her pussy spasms and tries to milk my cock as Maria screams. “I POPPY, FUCK ME. I’M CUMMING.”
It’s been so long, I could no longer hold out I push hard and her cervix slides around the head of my cock as I push into her womb, Maria gives a scream as she shakes and spasms. Her eyes fly open wide as she feels my cock starting to pee cum directly into her womb. Maria screams. “I POPPY GIVE IT TO ME.”
I shivers shake as I thrust short hard thrusts into her giving her all of my seed. I in great shape, but I’m so out of breath I feel I’m going to faint from the exertion. Maria holds on to me tightly as her pussy clamps down hard on my cock. So hard it’s almost painful but it still milks the last of my seed into her.
Maria falls limply to the bed now her legs sliding off me. I pulled myself from her as a torrent of cum, her juices and a good deal of blood flow onto the sheets of the bed.
I should have worn a condom, I love her but I don’t want her to be pregnant just yet. I want children with this woman more than I want anything. I want to be there with her whenever she needs me. I would hate to be overseas and Maria carrying my child without me to help her.
I moved beside her and watch her face. Her breathing tells me she’s asleep. There’s a smile that constantly covers her face. Even now as I can tell she dreams she still smiles. I watched continually for a long time as I hold my love. She dreams in my arms. Finally she takes a deep breath in her eyes open. Smile that plays upon her lips spreads showing her beautiful teeth. “I was dreaming about you, you were playing with our children. We had own place a nice big house, cattle and horses on our ranch.”
Smiling I ask. “Do you remember where our ranch is?”
Holding me close she says. “I’ll take you there tomorrow, but tonight I sleep in your arms.” She kisses me before she again closes her eyes and whispers to me. “Sleep my love, sleep in my arms as I sleep in yours.”
It doesn’t take her a few seconds the drop off back to sleep, I feel so at peace, so loved and so comfortable I fall asleep.
In the morning I feel lips touching mine. My eyes open to see Maria kissing me. We still hold each other tightly. She giggles when she sees my eyes open. “There you are my love. It’s time for us to get up.”
We do and find our ranch, as I write a check to the realtor. Maria can’t believe I now have that kind of money. But I draw from my investment accounts; going to the local bank I place nearly 200,000 in it for Maria to ready the ranch for my return. I hire a lawyer draw up a power of attorney to allow her to act in my behalf concerning the ranch. It only takes a half an hour to accomplish that. Maria insists on a prenuptial agreement once I explained to her how much money I now control.
We stop at a jeweler for ring for my love. I had to pay extra to have it done quickly but I’m short on time. We have a nice dinner and go back to my hotel to enjoy the time together. The night flies by much too fast and again is morning. Today I take Maria home for a few hours. She shows her family her ring, and then we tell them of the ranch that I now own.
I asked Carlos if he can help Maria at the ranch and he agrees. I tell him they have $200,000 to accomplish everything at the ranch. He looks in near disbelief. That’s when I explained to him what my new job is overseas. How we capture insurgents and criminals for the bounty. I have six months more and should make another 20 million during that time.
Carlos laughs. “You think they would take an old infantrymen like me?”
That’s when I confessed to help tough the job really is, “I don’t want you to worry, but this job is really dangerous and I’m making every penny I get.” As soon as I get over there I’ll have a will make out giving Maria everything. But I’m only damn sure I make it back.”
The next six months goes by quickly for me. Each day we capture a new insurgent, the first six months was just a warm up for this. When it’s all over and done with, I contract is now up and we collect our final bounty checks. We have been very busy during that last six months. Each member the crew is thirty-five million dollars richer just over the last six months. But it seems like each and every time we had raid the Intel leads us straight to another group. As long as we get moving quickly they didn’t have time to adjust and we were able to capture several, sometimes two groups in a day. We spent the last 30 days training our replacements they went with us that every raid we did. About ten people split the bounties for those raids. We did lots of double raids during that time. Last ten days all we do was back them up which was fine with the rest of us we’ve had enough danger for a lifetime.
Flying home felt so good, we had a day layover in London. I actually get to spend some time shopping for Maria. I want to get her a special present. I found a beautiful necklace and had it ship it to my ranch. It will arrive a day after I do.
My homecoming is something pretty special Maria welcomes me back into her arms never to leave, we marry in a small church wedding only a week after I return. Within three months Maria was pregnant and I never have to leave her side, unless it was just to pick up our children. We live, work and play together, made love and more babies, we are happy. That’s all that matters. How bad could it be anyway?

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Laurens family

This is a story about my cousin and his girlfriend fucking her family. Also there is alot of guys sucking dick in this. If this is a turn off dont read it.

A Son’s Vengeance: Ch.3 Taming the Home-wrecker.

I knock on Lucy’s door and say, “It’s me”.
“Come in, it’s open.”
I open the door to find Lucy naked on her bed in a very seductive pose. It’s really quite a sight, believe me. My cock feels like it’s about to burst out of my pants. Except that her head is drooped down. What a downer.
“My, my, someone her looks like she’s ready for some fun.” I try to keep myself composed, but I just want to jump on her and fuck her silly. So I approach and tell her, “Now, now, you should be happy, you’re about to receive my love.”
She picks up her head with a tiny little smile.
“That’s better.” I say as reach my hand down to her pussy and rub it causing her to moan in pleasure. All the while I use my other hand to grope her tits. She’s so wet now, it’s like a waterfall down there. I proceed to get on top of her and thrust my meat stick into her meat hole. She’s so wet it goes in without any friction.
“Lucas, I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch! Never leave me! Just love me! I’ll do what ever you want!” It was something that I found both sexy and a little sad.
“I do love you, so long as you remain my bitch and do what I say.” I increase the power of my thrusts as I say this.
“Yes, Lucas, I belong you and I’ll do whatever you say.” Obviously my words excite her as her pussy tightens and she wraps her legs around me.
As I attack her pussy, I begin to suck on her tits. They’re not as big as her mothers, but there is still plenty to suck on.
Eventually she has an explosive orgasm that is followed by her crying.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. I think it might be because I…”
“Because you?”
“Because I love you.” Not surprising. I’m very lovable. “You are the first man to truly love me.” Now I wouldn’t say that, but I do genuinely like her. “Your the first man isn’t going to take advantage of me after Mom passes out after drinking or who won’t be stolen by her.” Wait, what!?
“Uhhh, can you repeat that.”
“Sometimes my mom would bring men other after a night of drinking and they’d go into my room after she passed out… and…” Damn, I knew the bitch was a bad mother, but… Damn! “And one time I brought my boyfriend home, he was a few years older than me, and after I came down after freshening up I saw the two of them putting there clothes on in the living room.” Wow, the whore. I knew she was a slut, but an under… age… we’ll I guess I’m underage, too… The whore!
“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from men like that and she won’t steal me away from you.”
She starts crying even more tears of happiness. “Thank you, Lucas. I love you. Your bitch loves you.”
So this is how she was so easy to conquer. Her low self-esteem caused by her mother. I do feel a little guilty about using her like this, but I promise myself I’ll make her have a happy life. One way or another.
A little while latter, after she’s done crying. I exit Lucy’s room and head down stairs to the kitchen. Lily just on got home after blowing off some steam shopping. After one look at me, all that steam she just blow off was back and then some. She knew that I just had sex somehow, but I know she doesn’t know it was her daughter.
“So what have you been up to?” She says as she grinds her teeth.
“Sticking my fat cock into a fine young woman.” I can’t help but have a grin on my face after saying that. And by the look in her eyes I can see she can barely keep from jumping over this table and try to straggle me. I love this. “They’re much better than hags like you.”
“What an unfortunate girl.” She’s really good at bottling it up. “I hate it when I have to fake an orgasm. If I don’t… the little boy gets his feelings hurts.”
“And if that boy decides not to fuck your worn out cunt, you get your feeling hurt and act like a passive aggressive bitch to everybody around you.” I calmly say as I pour some orange juice. That woman is about to lose it.
She grabs me by the shirt collar and says, “I’ve conquered men bigger, stronger, and meaner than… Ahh…” Her threats are cut off when I reach my hands down her pants and rub her pussy. I swear, it sounds like she’s already about to cum.
“Your almost at your breaking point, aren’t you?”
She grabs my hand and says like she’s out of breath, “No, I’ll never break. Especially by a punk like you. Mark my word, I’ll make you into my personal little human vibrator.”
“Just like Johnny.”
“No, not like that punk ass bitc…” Before she can finish, her phone rings. Guess who it is. You got it, Johnny.
As she’s busy yelling at him on the phone, I go up stair to my room.
***
As I try to fall asleep that night, I hear loud banging, panting, and moaning coming from the master bed room. But the sounds aren’t of my dad or that bitch, one sounds nostalgic and the sounds unfamiliar. For some reason I feel compelled to see whats going on. I walk into the hallway and look into the room through a crack in the door. The sight shocks me. I can’t believe what I’m seeing, my mom, my real dead mom, getting fucked cowgirl style on her bed by a man I never seen before.
The man is slightly higher than average build with a good tan, amazing chiseled features, like a six pack, and from what I can see, a mighty fine cock. Not that I like looking a dudes cocks, it just caught my eye for a second. It might even be bigger than mine. As my mom is riding him, she enters some kinda orgasmic bliss. There is even drool coming out of her mouth.
She says she’s cumming and collapses onto the floor. It looks like she’s about to pass-out. Her breathe is very hard, but that man gets off of the bed, approaches her and she gets off of the floor to finish the job with her mouth. She goes to town on it, deepthroating it. Quite a sight, you’d think she was the big by how cock hungry she is acting right now. In like 10-15 minutes later he cumming right in her mouth and she wholes all of his cum in one gulp and opens her mouth to show him her empty mouth. She just pats her on her head, gets dressed, walks out the bedroom door past me, and out of my sight.
Mom asks me for my help to get up and I proceed to help her up.
“So what did you think of the show,” she asks me, but I don’t say a word as I pull on her hair to see if it’s not the bitch in a disguise. “Boy, you better late go of my hair before I slap you so hard I make your head do a 180.” Yup, it’s her. I recognize those threats anywhere.
“Sorry, I thought you might be the bitch,” I say apologetically.
“The bitch? Oh, you mean Lily. You know you shouldn’t call her that. She is like your aunt and now she’s your step-mother. Though sooner she’ll be even more.”
“But if she hadn’t sleep with dad you’d still be alive.”
“Hahaha, is that why you hate her. She’s been doing that for years. Sometimes I’d join in.”
“…” I’m just flabbergasted by her words.
“I see you’re speechless. Have you ever thought that the people closest to you aren’t who you thought they were?”
“Uhhh”
“You thought I was a faithful housewife, who married for love, a moral person who always does what’s right, and a good mother who loves her son, right? Well, that last one is true, but the others not so much.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do.” She says as she rubs my dick. “I’m no saint and the reason Lily is my best friend is because we have so much in common. We’re both pan-sexual sluts.”
“…”
“Have you ever thought that the man you called dad all this time wasn’t your real dad?” Her strokes get harder.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of hoped that he wasn’t my father. But this is all a dream, right? I can just wake up or make this dream what ever I want it to be.”
“What would you make it then?” She lifts spreads her legs and guides my hand to your pussy. “You want me, right? Lily is right. You really are a momma’s boy. You want me, but there is a fine fuckable cunt in the next room.”
“But I already have a plan to get her. She’s almost ready. Plus I have her daughter until she cracks.” She get on my lap and and take my cock into her pussy.
“Her daughter is nothing compared to her. And if you can get Lily, then get her. Get her now. She’s all alone and desperately horny. Just put on the pressure and she’ll crack. Then make her yours. Don’t wait and by assertive and go on the offensive. And a few slap won’t hurt.”
***
I wake up with a painful erection and a feeling of shame. I just had a sex dream about my mother. I really am a momma’s boy. Oh well, now about my erection. My mom’s words about Lily ring in my head. I’m going to get her right now. I’m going to that room, Make her my bitch, and give her my gift.
I get out of my room, butt naked with a raging cock, with my gift for her in my hand, walk into the Lily’s room and lock the door. I take off the sheets so I see you naked body. She sleeps in the nude, go figure. Then I tell her to “Wake up, you dumb bitch.”
“Hmm, what, Lucas? What do you want?” She says is a daze as she stares at my cock. “Do you final give up and want me to fuck you?”
After she utters those words, I slap her across her face. She’s now fully awake and pissed.
“What the hell is your problem?” She says as she rubs her cheek.
“You’re my fucking problem.” I answer her with piercing eyes. “You fucking slut.”
“Why am I a slut? Do by slut you mean a woman of pleasure?” She smile with her reply. “Then yes, I an a slut.”
“You’re a filthy slut that doesn’t care who you hurt, just as long as you get you dirty cunt of yours stuffed with cocks and cum. It could be the husband of a woman you are friends with or the boyfriend of your daughter.”
“Hey, they can on to me. Blame the men for being unfaithful and the women for not satisfying.”
I slap her again and she begins to cry.
“Stop that!” She says with tears in her eyes.
“It does takes 2 to tango, but are you saying your daughter can’t satisfy her boyfriends? You treat her boyfriends better than her. She’s only a teenager. You get involved with men the rape and molest her and steal the under-aged teenage boys she’s going out with. She’s told me all this. Not to mention you slept with my father when he was still married to my mother, your best friend, causing her depression that contributed to her accidental death”
She begins to cry. “You don’t understand, especially that last one.”
“I don’t want to understand your twisted logic. But don’t worry. I’ll make it so you won’t have to ruin families. I’m the only man that you can fuck unless I say otherwise!”
“Wh-What do you mean?”
“You’re my bitch from now on.”
“I’m nobody’s bitch.”
“You say that, but your pussy is so wet and you’ve been eying my cock this whole time.”
Her face blushes and she covers herself with the sheets.
I pull the sheets away and tell her to “spread your legs, bitch.”
“Fuck you!”
“This is what you wanted, right. A nice fat cock.” She licks her lips and opens her legs slightly. She wants it so bad, but she is forcing her self not to. What can’t she have this attitude with married men? “Cocks have always been your master, haven’t they? You make your entire existence around pleasuring them. Now is no exception. Open them.”
She gives into my temptation and opens her legs fully. I pull then to the side of the bed and position my body over hers
“Good bitch. Now, beg for it.”
“N-No!” she may say that, but her pupils are dilated. Now for those that don’t know, when women are horny, they they lick their lips and dilate their pupils instinctively. Most women don’t know they’re doing those things, especially the latter one.
“You sure?” I begin to tease the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my cock.
“P-Pl… Yes, I’m sure.” She’s about to snap. Her face is all red with tears going down it and it looks like she’s trying to suppress her voice. Just a little bit more. So I raise my cock up a tad to rub it against her clitoris and she breaks. “Please, fuck me. Please ram it in.”
“Now if you want me to ram it in, you must call me ‘Master’.”
“No!” She still has some fight left in her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.” She’s so cute when she’s confused. “I mean momma’s boy.”
I smack her a third time. The moment I smack her though, her pussy wettens even more. “Don’t refer to you Master as that.”
“Yes, Master.” Now we’re getting somewhere. “Please fuck my dirty pussy with your cock.”
“That’s better.” I jam my fat member into her wet pussy. She let’s out a load moan when I do. “Who’s bitch are you.”
“I’m yours, Master.”
“Your my what?” As if I don’t know.
“I’m your bitch!” I certainly hope this doesn’t wake up Lily. She must be used to it by now. Her mother moaning in the middle of the night is nothing new to her and she probable fell asleep to it as a child.
I continue to mercilessly attack her defenseless cunt until she cums. Which isn’t very long. All of her sexual frustration must have severely reduced her orgasm time. I’ve only been fucking her for about five minutes. No bother though. Her orgasms aren’t what I’m after.
“That was sooo good.” She says with a big smile on her face.
“We’re not done yet.” I still continue to attack her wet cunt. I wrap my hands around her neck and lightly squeeze as she wrap her legs around my waist. “We’re just getting started.”
We continue like this for about twenty more minutes. After which, she’s orgasmed two more times. Meaning in twenty-five minutes, I’ve made her orgasm five times. Not bad, right?
Her face is filled with ecstasy and she cuddles up to me, but I tell her I have a gift for her. So I grab my gift, the remote control vibrator chastity belt and strap it on her.
“This is to make sure you don’t fuck anybody without my consent.”
“Yes, Master. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” She says as she puts her hand on her new gift.
I get back into bed and she cuddles up to me again.
***
The next morning I wake up early with my bitch right beside me.
“Wake up, whore.”
“Hmm, yes, what is it.” She says half awake.
“Fetch me some breakfast.”
“Sure thing, Master.”
I watch her as she wobbles out the door wearing only the gift I gave her. I’m almost done conquering her Mom. By the end of the day she’ll be mine and her daughter will be mine.

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Bk 2, Ch 5: Curtain Call

Sorry its been awhile. Life gets in the way and it’s been awhile since I’ve written. I’ll post the rest of this story, but I’ve started to re-write almost everything.

The Way of the War pt 5

There are historical truths worked into this story. although as I have said depending on the flow of the story there maybe some sex. byt basicly it is non erotic

Broken Birds, Part 9, Secrets

Part 9
Secrets
Shoshana awoke to pain. It filled her belly, her pussy, her ass and her mouth. Dull pain that fought to be clear of the drugs and burst inside her.
Rachael held her left hand, Michael her right.
She felt unfocused, but murmured, “Mommy, I hurt.”
“I know Honey, The nurse will be here in a minute,” just as the nurse arrived.
Michael said, “She’s in pain.”
The nurse nodded and adjusted the intravenous drip that contained the pain med.
“Try not to talk, Shosh. They don’t want you to pull the stitches in your tongue.”
She nodded and then fell back asleep.
Michael slipped out of Shoshana’s room and back to the waiting room.
“God, Dad, it’s been almost an hour, we were getting really worried,” Beth admonished him.
Rachael and I talked with the other surgeons. Noosa will have to wait at least a month. So will the Road Trip. Rachael and I,” he stopped at the expression on Beth’s face.
“No. Don’t even try. We’re staying,” Beth said, a mulish expression on her face. Beside her, Lynne nodded, her eyes glaring at him.
Michael knew his daughter. She would not budge. They wouldn’t hide. They would stay with Shoshana.
“That’s what I thought. Anyway, Shosh woke up for a few minutes and then went back to sleep. The damage was a bit worse than the first doctor said. The OB/GYN surgeon isn’t sure what effect the abuse will have on her fertility. They want to run some tests after Shosh recovers and see if she is ovulating. The bastards had her on a med that causes infertility and eventually menopause.”
A haunted look washed over Lynne. “What about me? I’m on birth control meds.” Her hand flew to her mouth.
Before Michael could answer, a slender young woman in scrubs approached. “Which one of you is Lynne?” she asked gently.
“Go with her and find out.” Michael said gently.
Day turned to night. Tim’s men directed them to a waiting Escalade that whisked them to a luxury, 3-bedroom cottage, set off by itself on a hill overlooking Charlotte. It had been part of a luxury housing development that had gone bust during the recession.
New, sterile furniture, freshly stocked refrigerator and, thankfully, a fully stocked bar greeted them.
Take out from a nearby restaurant sat on the counter, still warm. Tim had done well. His men monitored the hastily erected security cameras and sensors from the garage.
Rachael, Beth and Lynne collapsed on the sofa. Michael inspected the rooms and found his luggage in the master bedroom. It was the only bedroom with a television. He frowned. Television had never been his favorite entertainment, except for football and he could watch that in the living room. Shoshana, though, would need both the escape and the attached bathroom.
He looked for Beth’s brightly colored bag and found it in the room with twin beds. Shosh’s bags were in a small bedroom with a full size bed.
He went to the living room.
“Girls, it’s going to be a bit cramped when Shosh…” Rachael held up her hand.
“Michael, I told them to put you in the Master. A new TV will arrive tomorrow for the room with the full size bed. That will be Shosh’s room. Whoever is not sharing your bed will sleep in the room with twin beds. We’ve all agreed.”
He shook his head, smiling, ”Ok, You win. I’ve read the manual. Women win most of the arguments.”
*****
Two thousand miles away, Rafaela sat before her laptop, composing a message to Michael. She wanted it to be perfect before she recorded it.
It had been easy to defuse the hit, but now she had to make sure he understood what loving her would really mean. Alice was right.
She must have written and reedited her speech a dozen times. Alice visited her several times, but would not read her words. Finally, Alice had enough.
“Honey, just speak from the heart. Let it out. Put some topics you want to talk about, but don’t rehearse your speech. He’ll know. Michael has “Broken Bird Syndrome”, so he may only be thinking of your pain. You have to give him a chance to consider the price.”
Rafaela nodded miserably.
Alice handed her the earpiece. Rafaela nodded and hit the record button.
Twenty minutes later, she strode out to the pool in a bright yellow bikini, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her hips and hair swinging with her walk. She stopped in front of Alice, pulled her from the chair into a passionate embrace, placing her lips firmly on Alice’s.
“I need some loving,” Rafaela said softly, pulling Alice along to her room.
Inside Alice chuckled. Rafaela had ceded control to Michael and she had to reassert her dominance.
Rafaela pulled her into Rafaela’s large bedroom, pushing Alice down on her back. Rafaela, usually the passive partner, ripped Alice’s bottom off, throwing it to the side, exposing Alice’s little landing strip of hair pointing to a modest slit beginning to ooze lubricant. Alice’s unhooked her top and threw it to the side.
“Lay down, bitch,” Rafaela growled.
She pounced on Alice, grinding her smooth labia against Alice’s strip, her mouth locked in wanton need on Alice’s lips. Breasts rubbed against breast, hard nipples against hard nipples. The smell of raw sex filled the room as they interlocked legs, rubbing their pussies together. No words, just sounds, grunts, moans and whimpers.
Rafaela broke the embrace and lay on her back on the bed lewdly spreading her legs, “Eat my pussy, bitch. Make me cum!”
Alice moved to comply. Her lips encircled Rafaela’s clit, alternately sucking it hard and whipping it with her tongue bringing screams of pleasure. She jammed two fingers into Rafaela’s pussy, palm up so she could stroke the g spot. More screams. Alice lubed two fingers of her left hand with her own juice, rubbing it around Rafaela’s anus.
Rafaela wailed gibberish as she approached her climax.
Alice bit down a little harder than she intended while jamming two fingers into the younger woman’s ass and felt Rafaela release a shattering orgasm, pulling her head hard against her labia.
Alice was stunned, not by the ferocity of her climax. As Rafaela came, she was screaming, “Michael.”
They lay beside each other as Rafaela’s breathing slowly returned to normal, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Alice levered onto her side to face Rafaela.
“How are you doing?” Alice asked kindly.
Rafaela glanced at the laptop, then back at Alice.
“You didn’t get to cum,” Rafaela replied.
“I will later, “ She said chuckling, “I know you, remember?”
Rafaela blushed, remembering how Alice helped her to put the pieces together after her second rape. Alice realized that it Rafaela would probably never fully trust any man again, so she had glued her together with her female love.
As Alice tried to get her mind off the laptop, she realized it was no use. Rafaela’s mind continued to be filled with just one thing.
“Okay, I give up,” Alice said, “What did you say?”
Rafaela began to sob, “I told him what life would be like with me, the dangers and the isolation. I told him Beth was safe,” she began to wail, “I told him to take a couple of days to think about it! I told him it would take many months before we could be together. I can’t stand it!”
Alice soothed her friend, gently stroking her shoulder.
After eating, Michael grabbed his briefcase. The red light hidden in the base of the vibrator / transmitter flashed weakly. He quickly set it to charge and plugged in his headset. He pressed, “Receive”.
My darling. Do not worry. The men have agreed to remove the contract and the contractor has refunded ½ of their money. The families of the Beth’s other attackers also understand that to threaten you or the girls is not wise.
Thank you for sending Alice to me. She is working with Maria and Juanita and, of course, me.
We speak of you and my new sisters often and I am learning to love them as I hope they will one-day love me. She will tell me only about things outside her cabin, so you can reassure them that their secrets are safe.
When I was in prison, I had a lot of time to think and plan. Like you, I have enough money. Now I need love. I was so frightened when you took me to bed. I need a man who wants me, scars and all. And I found him.
Love, think hard. Even if I leave my business to be with you, I have enemies. Miguel will try to protect me, but we would never be completely free to live as we choose. We will always need guards.
Talk with Beth, Rachael and the girls. Explain this to them. We would have to live in a small world.
I know my voice is trembling. I do not want to lose my one chance at happiness, but I cannot let love blind you to reality.
Please take a few days to consider. I will love you always whatever your choice.
Goodnight my love
He listened to it several times, thinking ‘no more secrets.’ When he returned to the living room, the TV was on. Rachael’s head was in Beth’s lap. Both slept peacefully.
Michael went to the bar. He needed a drink.
Lynne’s head popped out from the room with twin beds and waved. Michael opened the bar fridge and found a chilled bottle of champagne and two flutes, holding them up silently in invitation. Lynne eagerly nodded yes.
He moved silently to his room, followed by Lynne in her robe, trying desperately to suppress a giggle. She felt delightfully naughty, about to play while her mother and Beth slept on the couch.
Michael popped the cork silently, slowly releasing the pressure of the contents. He handed one flute to Lynne, searching her eyes. She smelled of soap and freshness.
“To a new beginning, Princess,” Michael said softly as he raised his glass.
Her eyes were a curious mixture of fear, relief and lust.
Michael realized he hadn’t showered for many hours and put his glass on the dresser.
Time for a quick shower.
“Honey, I’m just going to take a quick shower,” he said as he rushed to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he returned, the taste of toothpaste in his mouth.
Lynn was sitting on the bed with the earpiece in her ear and the transmitter in her lap. She was confused and a little angry.
“What’s going on Michael? All of it.”
“OK. I was going to tell all three of you earlier, but I didn’t want to wake Rachael or Beth,” he paused, “Tim found out that the fathers of two of Beth’s attackers had taken out a hit on her.”
“We couldn’t hide again. We had to stay here to take care of Shoshana. Tim couldn’t guarantee he could protect Beth here. I asked Rafaela to get a message to the fathers. As you heard, she did.”
She shook her head, ”I didn’t listen. I just figured out it’s a radio. At first, I thought it was a vibrator we could use tonight,” she giggled, “I mean why does it look like a vibrator?”
He hesitated, and then told the truth, “Because it was designed for a woman to hide and use. I took it from her.”
He watched her mind work. Finally, “Alice?”
He nodded sadly. “Alice was working for Rafaela?”
“In a way. She actually was working to get Rafaela out of prison.”
“She’s the one who told them where we were?”
“I’m not sure. There was another leak, but Alice never intended to let anyone hurt you.”
Little pieces continued to fall in place for her. He watched as she fit the pieces together into a complete picture.
“That’s why you never said goodbye! That’s why you have her laptop! Her hand flew to her face, as she turned crimson. “She taped our sessions. I told her EVERYTHING! My God, and now she has all that stuff, “ she said almost screaming.
He smiled, totally confusing her.
“Tell me!” she demanded just as the door opened. Beth and Rachael stood in the doorway.
Michael waved them in.
“Alice gave me all her notes and tapes and to prove it, she also gave me her laptop. They’re in my briefcase.” He pointed to it.
“Since everyone’s up, I better explain,“ a pause as he gathered his thoughts, “Rafaela was one of Alice’s first patients and is now her good friend. I found out when I went to Mexico. Rafaela was dragged over the border into the US, arrested and imprisoned under the Patriot Act.”
Beth knew how he felt about that law!
“Now some of this is a little guesswork. Miguel Zapata contacted someone who knew our plans and who suggested to Tim that Alice come along to help all of you. Tim vetted her and found no connection with David or his cronies. At that time, we didn’t know about David’s connection to the Zapatas. Alice kept them informed using that vibrator looking radio. Tim’s men missed that. The rest you already know”
“Dad, who sent Tim to Alice?” Beth looked confused. The plan had been so secret, even she didn’t know until almost the day they ran.
Beth saw the pain in his father’s eyes. “I think it was Peter.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about Alice?” Rachael asked softly.
“Because of just what happened with Lynne. I didn’t want it to destroy all the good she did. She was a spy. Yes. She was also your friend. She knew that if you found out, it would break your trust in her and might do even more damage. That’s why I have all her tapes and notes,” he said, fudging the truth a bit, “every secret you told her is safe.”
He looked at the dubious women.
“Michael, can we listen to the message Rafaela sent you?” Lynne asked softly.
He removed the memory card from the vibrator device and took it over to his laptop that was in “sleep” mode. He inserted the card and clicked on play.
They listened to Rafaela’s voice in silence.
“Dad, please replay it.” Beth took the lead.
After listening a second time, “What did she mean by scars?”
“Rafaela was gang raped twice. The second time, they tried to cut off her right nipple and sliced up her breast pretty bad, they cut off parts of her vaginal lips and branded her back. They beat her about as bad as those animals beat you, but she’s had her face fixed. They also took away her ability to have children. Her two nieces are more like her children. They were also pretty badly abused by their real father.”
Now Beth understood. Rafaela’s voice seemed exotic and enchanting, her trembling tones real and frightened. Her love of Michael obvious. Another broken bird.
“Michael, we’ve pissed off some pretty dangerous people. If Homeland uses David’s information, they’ll be more people that will want us dead,” Rachael said firmly, “We’re going to have to live a closed life anyway, so from where I’m standing, if you want to offer to have her join us to see if we get along, I am OK with it. She did, after all, get the contract on Beth cancelled. I’m sure Shoshana would agree.”
Beth just nodded. Lynne did as well.
“Dad, don’t make her wait. She sounded really scared,” Beth said firmly.
He reinserted the memory card into the transmitter. First he handed it to Beth and showed her how it worked.
“Rafaela, this is Beth. Thank you so much for your gift and for protecting me. My Dad played your message for us. I am really excited about meeting you and getting to know you, Sister.”
“Rafaela, this is Lynne. I’m the runt of the harem,” she giggled, “I’ve never made love with Michael or any other man. That was about to end tonight when I found what I thought was a vibrator,” another giggle, “couldn’t you have made it look like something else?’ a third giggle, “seriously, you are soooooooo welcome to be with us. I want so much to meet you and to laugh with you. Thank you so much for the pendant. I am wearing it now. What is your birthstone? Come soon.”
“Rafaela, this is Rachael. From what Michael has told us, you probably know a lot more about us than we do about you, but I will tell you what is in my heart. Come to us. The life you described is the life we live already. You have suffered as we have. Please tell Alice that she can share with you anything Shoshana or I talked about in “group”. Shoshana cannot be part of this recording because she is in the hospital and cannot speak well yet because of repairs to her tongue. The unspeakable things done to her body by her father and brother are slowly healing, but she needs the strength of an older sister. Thank you for the pendant. Like Lynne and Beth, it is close to my heart right now. Shoshana asked me to bring hers tomorrow. Come soon. Please come soon,” Rachael was pleading.
Beth grabbed the microphone, “And tell Alice she can share anything I said in “group” too.”
Lynne grabbed the microphone, “Me too,” and handed the ear mike to Michael.
Michael inserted the earpiece, “Love, I think you have your answer. Sleep well and come soon. Goodnight.”
He looked around and all three women nodded. He clicked the send button.
Rafaela was showering. Their second lovemaking session with Alice had been a disaster. Rafaela’s preoccupation for a message that wouldn’t come for days kept her distracted and distant. The next few days would be difficult.
Seconds later, Alice noticed the red light flashing on the laptop screen and smiled.
Rafaela came back into the room, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. Another towel wrapped around her body.
She saw the warm smile on Alice’s face. Her hands flew to her mouth as she hurried to the magic box that held her answer.
She was so nervous that she mistyped her password the first two times. She forced herself to calm down and finally got access to the program. She put her earpiece in. She looked over her shoulder at Alice. Alice nodded faintly and Rafaela hit “receive”. It took her a few seconds to understand, since she had been expecting Michael’s masculine tone.
She leapt from the chair. Fortunately the earpiece was a wireless device. She put her hand to cover the earpiece so she could listen better. Alice walked over and pulled the wireless connection from the USB port in the computer.
Instantly she heard Lynne’s familiar voice on the laptop speaker.
She turned and pulled Rafaela into a hug filled with years of caring and love. Together they listened to the message many times, sometimes crying, sometimes pausing it when Rafaela had a question about the person speaking.
Finally, Rafaela asked about Shoshana.
Alice paused trying to separate what had been private and what had been said in “group.” Fuck it. She stared into space as she started to speak.
“Some of the most important parts I cannot tell you. It’s pretty sick shit. Much worse than what happened to Maria and Juanita. Shoshana caught the brunt of the abuse the last couple of years. Her brother and father raped, tortured and mutilated her. Rachael was away on a business trip, so they had time to break her sexual identity and implant one that is self destructive, all for their pleasure. Over time, a doctor got involved. He “modified” her body to give them more pleasure. By the time I met her, she was completely submissive, thinking she had no value other than a fuck toy. Yet she is the kindest, sweetest girl.”
“She always puts herself second or last. Everyone agreed she would be with Michael the night before I left, but she gave her night to Rachael.”
“We had no idea she had so many health issues. They must have done things inside her.”
“She will certainly accept you. She really does need a big sister,” Alice hesitated, as she didn’t want to mislead Rafaela since Shoshana already had a big sister, but Alice kept her ethics, “She has a hero complex for Michael and does not feel she is worthy of him. If he is as good as you say, she will be totally devoted to him for the rest of her life.”
Alice turned to face Rafaela.
“As for you, you’ll have to share and not compete. It’s the only way. Those women have bonded into a family with Michael belonging to all of them. If you go to them, you will not be first. As much as Michael loves you, he loves Beth just as much if not more. Remember who invited you first. That was not an accident. Can you accept that?” Alice searched Rafaela’s translucent eyes.
Rafaela smiled, “I already have.”
“Then what’s this BS about it taking you months to get out of the business? They need you and you need them.”
Rafaela looked down and confessed, “I wanted to have my scars removed. I found a man who loved me with my scars. I don’t want them anymore. I want to start fresh.”
After transmitting the message, Beth ducked out of the room, returning with two more flutes.
“Guess I’ll wait until tomorrow night,” Lynne said with a hint of sadness.
Putting her arm around her shoulder, Rachael said, “Beth and I will go see Shoshana tomorrow. You and Michael stay here.”
Lynne’s sad eyes instantly exploded into excitement, a broad smile on her face.
As they toasted their new harem mate, Michael knew he had missed something. He put it aside and joined in the hugging.
That night all four slept in Michael’s king bed, intertwined.
Just after four in the morning, Michael awoke. His subconscious had been processing information as he slept, a not unusual thing for him. He knew what he had missed.

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Sibling Tussle

Aaron and Christina are home alone watching old videos when they decide to make one of their own.

Savanna:A Feminest Sexual Loud Mouth

Woman are truly amaing, they give birth,provide companionship for man and can make a man’s life worth living. Then you got the die hard feminist woman, woman who want everything to be done according to the way they want. These woman like to dress in bikinis at the beach but cause a ruckus if some man looks at them with weary eyes. Or a woman who gets upset when she where tight clothes and tank top and have men look at her even though her tits are hanging out. This is a story of a woman named Savanna, who thought all men were pigs and sexual fiends. She preached this doctrine to everyone all through middle and high school until one day a man was at the right place and the right time to expose her for the pig she really is.
The best way to describe Savanna is the compare her to Elizabeth Berkley character Jessie from Saved By the Bell. She was tall very thin with long blonde hair. She had a nice body with a nice pair of tits. My first meeting with her was in the 7th grade Social Studies. In school I was quiet, not withdrawn quiet but I minded my own business. Well she made a very rude comment that i will never forget, she asked me in the most snotty,stuck up voice I had ever heard “Do you ever talk”, I was speechless, the to add insult to injury she said that all quiet guys are perverts right in front of class. Needless to say that hurt, because it was not true.
The teacher chewed her ass out but it did not seem to matter to her, In her eyes I was nod good just because I was quiet. Well as time went on she became very popular, not so much with guys but with woman who thought that all men were slobs and pigs who all they wanted to do was piss,shit and fuck. It got to the pointt of complete obssession with her, it spread so quickly that even popular guys with girl friends were being yelled at for being pigs.
Halfway through my junior year it had got picked up at the local media of this promising young woman. She got an interview on the local news station and she acted so mature and proper. However when it was over the next day at school she bragged to everyone about it. It was hard to imagine that this woman could have such a strong influence on so many people. Well then one day Savannas little crusade for woman;s rights would begin to fall apart.
There had been a rumor that one of the students in the school had been caught fucking the gym teacher. To make it even more interesting there was a rumor that there was a tape of it from the video tape of. I never thought about it until one day over the loud speaker the principle announced who would be the valorditorin for the class. Well no surprise that it was Savanna, she had a perfect 100 hundred percent average, i did not even think that was possible. She had missed no school days with perfect attendance, she was active in at least 10 extra actvities and all through her time at school she had aced every test, every quit and project.
However one day they sent some people from the schools educational to investigate her grades. Everyone thought that she was going to get caught however instead she was vindicated and became the star at school. Well I thought that is out it goes then a friend approached me with the greatest video I had ever scene and a plot was underway to ruin Savanna.
My friend approached me and ask if I wanted to see the video he claimed showed the gym teacher and Savanna fucking. I did not believe him, however he seemed insisted so me and a few others went outside and saw a video that would change everything. What had happened to the best of my knowledge was the locker room, the boys locker room had clothes and uniforms all over the place, to put simply it was a mess. Well my friend had left his camera there and it caught Savanna fucking the shit out of the teacher.
For about an hour the camera picked up nothing, then the door opened and Savanna walked in the locker room with the gym teacher. They sat on the bench first and kissed then Savanna got on top and began unzipping his pants. She pulled his cock out and sucked the shit out of it. Then they both stood up and he took his shirt off as she kissed is body. Then he took her pants off and then he began spanking her ass. She really seemed to like that. They booth stood up againand took the rest of there clothes off. He laid down and she got on top and rode the shirt out of him.
she yelled, screamed and moaned, you could tell she was in a world of pleasure, Then she got of and she sat on the bench and he hammered on the bench with her legs around his waist. He pounded her so hard you could see the sweat coming from there bodies. Then he lifted her up and bounced on his cock. As she was being bounced she screamed out the words, “I am a fucking pig, hammer my cunt”, this was the hottest part of the whole video and then finally he grabbed her neck and that was when he must have cummed. The yelling had ceased for a minute as she took his cum and then she moaned with tears in her eyes and so she jumped of his cock feeling very sastified.
Well then the plan was set in motion, they were going to show the video during graduation as Savanna was going to speak. I did not try to stop them, although as time went on afterwards I wished I did. Well graduation day arrives and everything was set. Savanna stood up to give her speech, and not a minute into her speech the video began to role and the look on Savannas face was priceless. Everyone looked up was either laughing or cringing. I rememeber just sitting there thinking my gosh he had done it. Parents were yelling and pulling the kids out of the autitoum. Well Savanna dissapeared and I never saw her again.
They tried to do the graduation over again but it was stained and infamous. most people recieved there diplomas in the mail. It has been 8 years since this happened, I have married and I am hoping to start a family. I heard Savanna had to leave the state but I do not know what ever really happened to her. After this indient I can see where she was coming from that some men can be pigs, however it is the fact you need to practice what you preach and Savanna was not one of those people. she was a pig to under the cover of a valdictorin. It is woman like her that give woman a bad name and hopefully she has learned her lesson.

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Wardrobe for sale. Wife not included.

This is the first story I’ve posted here. I wrote it about one of my favourite themes: my wife with another man. It’s not perfect, but I was keen to write a whole story from start to finish, rather than getting bored of a story midway through due to a misguided sense of perfectionism.

Nasty Boys by Millie Dynamite

Flash story about two boys fool around on a random chat site and meet a woman that convinces the boys to do nasty things together. Very different than my usual story. No murder, rape, or violence. Read and enjoy leave a comment if you like.

Cassie and her mom

Jo-27 yrs
Tracie-30 yrs
Cassie-9 yrs
It all started the day I met Tracie. Tracie worked at the local bank where I did all my banking. Well Tracie and I started talking and before long started dating. After a few months Tracie and her daughter, Cassie, moved in with me. Everything was going perfect life couldn’t get any better well was I in for a surprise.
It was during the summer of 98 and Tracey had to take her dad to the hospital. Cassie stayed with me which wasn’t unusual there were many times we had been alone together. I was already up and watching tv wearing a pair of blue jean shorts and a t-shirt. Cassie came in the living room wearing just her night shirt which hung down just to her knees and a pair of panties which had kittens on them.
Well she curled up on the couch with me and started nagging me about watching cartoons. I kept giving her a hard time telling her just a sec and flipping to the cartoons and changing the channel back and forth. Well she tried to grab the remote and a tug of war started. It didn’t last long because she usually got her way.
When she grabbed the remote she was lying on my chest and she just continued to lay there. Well just out of the blue I started rubbing her back and she started to squirm around a little bit. Well I continued to rub her back and my hands kept getting lower and lower. Before I realized what I was doing I was rubbing her ass
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All of sudden I snapped back to reality and stopped wondering if was about to get into trouble. I was so glad I had blue jean shorts on or she would definitely be feeling my dick pressing into her. As I was sitting there wondering what the hell just happened, she looked up at me like what the hell is wrong with you. She grabbed my hands and put them back on her ass.
Now I was really sweating, trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament, but at the same time enjoying the hell out of it. We sat like that for about five minutes then she looked up at me and said ok my turn. My head was spinning so fast I had no idea what the hell she was talking about
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She got up and pulled me up and she laid down on the couch and pulled me on top of her. Her hands instantly went straight to my ass. We laid like that for about a minute when she started sighing like she was upset. I asked her what was wrong. She told me it wasn’t fair.
I said baby what isn’t fair. She said you have shorts on I don’t. Well she had a point but she didn’t have a hard on that stood straight up and was leaking pre-cum like running faucet. So I told her that I couldn’t take my shorts off because I would get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. She assured me she wouldn’t tell anyone. Well she had these puppy dog eyes and pouty lips how in the hell could I say no.
So I took off my shorts with her smiling from ear to ear. I laid back down on top of her and she immediately started massaging my ass. As I laid there with her rubbing my ass I was looking at her face and she had the biggest grin on her face like she was the happiest girl in the world. Our eyes met and out of nowhere I stuck my tongue out at her. Well she retaliated sticking her tongue out at me. I told her if she did that again I would bite it off. Well as any 9yr old would do she did it again. I tried to bite it but she closed her mouth before I could grab it. But my lips did brush against her lips and I think we both had a shiver run down our bodies. Well she giggled and said to slow and did it again.
This went on for a few seconds with me never succeeding in catching her tongue. So I stuck out my tongue at her inviting her to try and catch mine. After a few tries I let her catch my tongue in her mouth. It surprised her and she jumped back not knowing what to do. Then she smiled and stuck her tongue out at me and she let me catch her tongue with my lips. I started slowly suckling her tongue which tasted like the sweetest wine that I had ever tasted.
She then wanted to suck on my tongue which I gladly allowed. We sat like that for a few minutes and it was uncomfortable as hell for me because I was straddling her with all my weight on my knees trying to keep my weight off her not to mention trying to keep my dick from touching her and her asking more questions.
I told her it was my turn so we switched with me on the bottom. During the switch I took off my shirt because I was hot. When she crawled back on top of me and I started rubbing her beautiful little ass an idea came to me. I told her it wasn’t fair and she asked me what wasn’t fair. She had a shirt on and I didn’t. She looked at me and said but I will get in trouble I promised her I wouldn’t tell. Yea I am going to tell and get 20 to life.
I assured her it would it would be ok. Well in one swoop she removed her gown and laid back down before I could even look at her precious little bumps. I immediately went back to rubbing on her ass and playing our little tongue sucking game. The next time she was on her back, which wasn’t long because I wanted to look at those little bumps on her chest, I started kissing down her neck and started kissing her little bumps. She told me it tickled but when I asked her if she wanted me to stop she said no. It wasn’t long before we switched again and she started copying my moves and started kissing my chest.
I then picked her up and sat her straight up where she was sitting on my dick. I started rubbing her little bumps and she started grinding her little ass on my dick. As she was doing this the head of my dick popped out of the waist band. She looked down and said with the cutest little voice it is sticking out. I knew what she was talking about but played stupid and asked her what. She pointed to it and I told her that he wanted to come out and play but if she didn’t want him out she would have to put him up.
She nervously pulled up my waistband to cover it back up. Well it kept coming out and one time when she went to cover it back up I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock. She jerked her hand back at first but then started touching it and feeling it. Then she grabbed my hand and put it on her little pussy as she had pulled her panties to the side. We both stayed like that for a while. How I didn’t shoot cum all over her I will never no because I was about to lose all control and just force my dick in her cunt if I didn’t cum soon.
I thought this was the greatest experience in the world and there was no way in hell it could get better. Well wrong again. Just about when I am about to shoot cum all over the place she looks at me and says. Will you kiss it like mom does? What!! I yelled. Well this freaked her out and she jumped down and ran into her room crying. Well I am so lost for words that I am just standing there with my mouth wide open trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. With my dick still throbbing and now wondering if she was going to freak out and tell her mom everything, I went and knocked on her door and called her name. She told me to go away. I went in anyway and sat on the bed she was under the cover laying there crying.
I asked her why she was crying and she told me her mom was going to jail now and it was her fault. I asked her what she meant and she said her mom told her to never tell anyone or she would be put in jail. I told her I wouldn’t tell anyone. I promise. She asked me why did you yell then. I told her it just surprised me that is all but I really wanted to kiss it like her mom did if she would let me.
She looked at me and said really, with a little smile coming back and tears still streaming down her cheeks. I told her that I wanted to kiss her down there more than she could ever realize. I didn’t get the words out of my mouth good and she threw the covers off of her and yanked her panties off. She then pulled her legs apart and the prettiest damn thing I have ever seen was looking at me. It was all I could do to resist to dive in there and devour it like some hungry lion.
I started licking it real slow enjoying the sweetest flavor that had ever touched my lips. She started moaning and within a few minutes her whole body started shaking. She went limp which was fine but I still had a fucking huge hard on and it was starting to hurt. I asked her if she was ok and she said yes that was awesome. I told her that I didn’t feel too good and I needed to do something so I could feel better. She looked at me and said what. I told her I would be right back. I went to my bathroom and got some Vaseline. I came back in and asked her if she would try something new I promised her it wouldn’t hurt.
She said ok and I told her to get on her hands and knees. I Lubed up my dick and spread some between her legs. At first she was like that is gross. I told her please just try it and she said ok. I wasn’t going to penetrate her but damn I wanted to feel some skin around my dick.
So I positioned her legs just right and put my dick against her cunt and pushed my dick between her legs. It wasn’t pussy but with the head of my dick sliding back and forth against her pussy I knew it wouldn’t take long. Right before I shot my load I pulled out from between her legs and sprayed cum all over her back. I swear it was like a gallon. It was just rolling down her back and into the crack of her ass. I collapsed on top of her nearly smothering her. I looked over at her and I swear if there hadn’t been any light in the room you would have sworn that she was glowing like an angel. I glanced over at the clock and knew her mom would be home soon and I had to put plan B into action.

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MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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