Chapter 14
As the weeks rolled by pleasantly, Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton and his tall, sexy Amazon wife, Pepper, grew more and more close.
Pepper would let him sit quietly in the fitting room of the most lavish of her Tall Girl Shoppes and drink in, to his heart's content, the fantastically depraved scenes in which his wife was now indulging daily.
Heatherton, dressed as an attending seamstress, would sit and stare, open mouthed, as his wife would strip her client-victims, pretending to be oh-so-casual about her seductions, touching breasts, feeling slits, and stroking the tall girl's luscious naked buttocks either through their nylon panties or, after having asked the girls to remove them, caressing and kneading their bottoms, suggesting that they should lose a bit of weight.
Then, there were the moments for which Heatherton found himself hungering, those precious moments when he would be left alone in the dressing room with a tall, gloriously beautiful naked woman, and the age didn't matter at all, Heatherton being able to look, to sit and under his skirt, fondle and play with his erect cock, the client completely unconscious of what was actually going on.
Oh, those sessions in the dressing room when the client would be numbed with Pepper's favorite aphrodisaic and the tall slim beauty would be lying down on the fashionable couch, half unconscious, waiting for Pepper to return, Heatherton able to touch and kiss the naked beauties, even lick their toes and several times, poke his thin prick into their open mouths while they slept.
Then, there were other moments-when a client suddenly realized what had happened to her in the 'dressing room' and would return, hungry for more, spending her money as though it were water, realizing who the pretty 'seamstress' really was and begging for Heatherton's tongue and his fingers in their pussies, Heatherton's body quivering with passion as he'd lay on the rich rug on the floor and permit (permit?) these women to squat over his face, their cunts dripping their wild savory juices as he would tongue them into one orgasm after another.
Ohoooo, the wild after 'shop-closing' parties when Johnson, the warehouseman, would come in and plug his thick black steaming hot cock deep up Heatherton's ass while several clients looked on, each female masturbating herself while Pepper, on her knees, would crawl in front
"Darling!"
Heatherton stirred in his sleep. He was conscious of a mouth on his prick, a tongue licking and gliding up and down his slipery thin shaft, then nipping on his tight balls, then he felt a finger piercing his asshole, stabbing in, spearing in deeper and deeper.
"Darling!"
Heatherton was conscious of his tongue being sucked, his lips being chewed on, and his toes wriggling and his asshole farting as fingers, by of one or the other, tonguing and licking and sucking up their creamy syrup, running her fingers in and out of their cunts and assholes, making 'Heather' suck her fingers clean....
Ohooo, the mad afternoons when Heatherton would be drugged and, in the rear room of the Emporioum, would be forced to submit to any whim of Pepper's, whims which increased in deviltry each and every time, Heatherton in throes of ecstatic pain as he could be tied up and whipped and spit upon and the even pissed on and finally made to lick toes until he was blind with passion.
Ohoooo, yesss, those early mornings when poor Heather had been tied up all night long, unable to release 'herself from 'her' bonds, unable to cry out because of the panty-gags, unable to release herself from the nylon stockings that tied 'her' ankles, her wrists....
Heatherton lived in a fantastic world!
And he was the complete, the total slave! the dozens, swept in and out, prying his asshole wide open. "Darling!"
Heatherton remembered the secret party!
Every tall woman present was wearing a leather harness similar to the one his wife, Pepper, had bought some time ago.
The artificial dildoes were more than manmade; they were constructed by the Gods of Sex, thick and hot from the liquid circulating in the rounded shafts, vibrating from the electrical charges shot into each fat dildo, these instruments entering and leaving his ass with a regularity he couldn't understand.
"Darling!"
"Darling!"
Heatherton in a stupor or sex crazed madness! Heatherton crawling down the daylit streets, his ass exposed, his balls and his tiny thin erect prick throbbing as the leather thongs gripped it unmercifully; his head hung low, his mouth dribbling saliva as he carried the weight of his wife's tall, massive body, as Pepper straddled him, her thighs gripping his rib cage, her finger up his ass as she prodded him along.
"Darling!"
Heatherton in the bathtub, drowning in hot female piss. Heatherton trying to surface to breathe, knowing he was going to have a dildoebaby from having been fucked up the ass a score of times, his asshole raw and bleeding, his little thin cock on fire as young girls sucked on it while their father plummeted their stiff, vibrating cocks deep in and out of Heatherton's bleeding asshole. "Darling!"
Heatherton, on a bus! Heatherton on a bicycle! Heatherton having fallen asleep in a taxi, the taxi driver trying to awaken the thin, meek, cowering man by fingering his asshole.
"Darling!"
Heatherton falling in a bomb from an airplane. Heatherton dying while he was being fucked up the ass by black, thick hot cocks, spewing gallons of hot come out of 15-inch long pricks, Heatherton being forced to clean up these pricks and wanting to feel his mouth flooded with hot sticky come.
"Darling!"
The nightmare and the daymare! Anthony Armstrong-Heatherton!!