Chapter 2
I woke up late this morning, with a slight headache, and a feeling of disbelief as the memory of what I had done last night washed over me. I hurried to the bathroom, took a long shower and headed for the kitchen to get some coffee.
As I walked past the computer room I suddenly remembered the pictures. I went in to get them. It wouldn't do to leave them laying around, and there was no way I was going to mail them to some guy, even if he was on the other side of the world!
It was immediate panic. The pictures were gone! I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. The driver must have taken them with him when he left!
SHIT!!!!!!!!
Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I knew it was going to be either sex or money, or both!
I went to the kitchen and made coffee.
I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and now I sit here at the kitchen table, with this horrible feeling in my stomach, wondering what I have gotten myself into. I am terrified. Have I screwed up my life totally? What about my husband, will I be able to keep it from him? Despite what happened last night, I love him dearly. He is not very sexually adventurous, however, and I know that just a hint of what I did will be the end of our life together.
It suddenly hits me that, no matter what that fat ugly driver demands, I will have to comply. I realize at last that, this boring marriage I have is the most precious thing in the world to me. I will do anything to protect it.
The rest of the day goes by in a daze. I keep waiting for him to show up at my door. I know it is only a matter of time.
I do the laundry, I do the dishes, I do all the little chores, but there is only one thing on my mind. What price will I have to pay for a night of perverted pleasure? One night of fantasy. It is so unfair!
Finally, just after seven that evening, I hear a car in the driveway. I look out. It isn't a cab. But the door opens and I see the cab driver from last night get out.
It suddenly occurs to me, I don't even know his name!
He comes to the door and I open it. He pushes his way in, turns around and looks at me with an evil leer on his face. I know there is no chance of sympathy from this man.
"You know why I am here, don't you?" he says.
I look down; I can't meet his gaze. "The pictures." I say, in a voice barely above a whisper.
He takes a step closer to me and begins moving his hands over me, feeling my body through my clothing.
"This is a pretty nice place you got here, must have cost a couple of hundred thou. Nice cars too. You aren't hurtin' for money are you?"
I just nod. I still can't meet his eyes, and I still don't know what he wants. Me, my money, or both.
"Well, don't worry honey, I don't want your money. You like playing games. We are going to play games. Lots of games. I own you now. You know that don't you?"
I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my head.
He was right, he owned me. I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to.
Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard. I smelled his nasty breath as he forced his tongue into my mouth.
I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted. But that wasn't enough. He squeezed my breast. Hard. Very hard.
"I want to feel some tongue baby. I ain't your damned husband. You better get into this. Show me how much you want me. Got it bitch?"
He pulled me against him again and pressed his mouth against mine. It made me nauseous, but I returned his kiss. I met his tongue with my own and made believe I was kissing my husband. That made it almost bearable.
Finally he stepped back and went into the living room and sat down. He ordered me to stand in front of him and undress. Slowly, so he could enjoy my discomfort and embarrassment.
I know it is strange. I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I was naked in front of him last night. He touched every part of my body, and I licked and sucked his cock and his balls. I even licked his ass! But I was sober now, and scared. The dream was over, but I couldn't wake up.
As I undressed he began to talk.
"If you do everything I want, every time I want, without giving me any grief, I will not destroy you. I will not show the pictures to your husband, or his boss. How do you suppose the people at his office would enjoy seeing your pretty little face with my big fat cock sticking into your mouth?"
I knew he didn't need my answer. I dropped my blouse to the floor and unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them.
I could feel his eyes on my body as I stood there in my matching bra and panties. I suddenly wondered why I was wearing this set. It was much too sexy to wear around the house, especially when I was home alone. Did I want him to be here?! No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't explain. I was in such a daze I don't even remember getting dressed this morning.
As I unfastened my bra he continued.
"I plan on having a lot of fun with your pretty ass. You know those kinky little fantasies of yours? Wait until you start playing with me! But as long as you don't give me no shit, your real life and my sex life will stay separate. I would rather fuck you than ruin you. But if you don't play my game, I will not have any problem ruining your fucking life. Got it bitch?"
I nodded. I stood in front of him now, totally naked, not even bothering to try to cover my nudity. I was totally defeated. It just didn't matter now.
He waived me over and I moved to stand beside his chair. He just looked at me for a minute, not touching. He ordered me to spread my legs. I did, but not far enough.
He slapped my ass. I was more startled than hurt, but I quickly spread my legs for him.
He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and feeling. Watching my eyes to enjoy my reaction.
He saw what he wanted. Shame, fear, despair, total surrender.
I stood there as he pinched my nipples and stretched them out until I cried out. He continued. Going back and forth between my nipples until they were so tender I was desperate for him to stop.
He moved his hand down to my pussy then, and again turned to abusing my flesh. Now my tears of despair were mixed with tears of pain as he pinched and pulled at my delicate flesh.
Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he stood up and ordered me to lead him to my bedroom.
I turned and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He followed right behind me, squeezing and pinching my ass as we went.
I walked to the bed, assuming that he was finally going to fuck me. But that is not what he had in mind. I could tell he was turned on, his cock poked a huge tent in the front of his pants.
But he walked right past me to my closet. He disappeared inside for a few moments. I heard him rustling through my clothing. Then he reappeared holding a dress I had never had the nerve to wear. It was extremely short, and almost see-through.
He threw the dress to me.
"Put it on," he ordered. "We are going out."
I had not expected this. I just sat on the bed, looking at him stupidly, holding the dress in front of me.
"Get up cunt!" he snapped. "I gave you an order!"
I stood up. I wanted to beg him not to do this. I would do anything he wanted. He could fuck me and make me suck him, anything he wanted. But not out there! Not where people could see me!
But I looked in his eyes and knew better than to open my mouth. I moved over to my dresser and started to get out some underwear. He stopped me.
"If I wanted you to wear any of that shit I would have given it to you. Now put the damned dress on!"
I stepped into the dress and buttoned the buttons that went from my waist to my neck in the front. He ordered me to fix my hair and face as he went to find a pair of shoes he liked.
I finally got my tears to stop, and put on a little makeup. I don't wear a lot and it didn't take long. I brushed my hair and stepped back into the bedroom.
He had selected a pair of shoes I had worn once, at my husband's insistence, and sworn never to wear again. The heel was three inches high and the shoe was open and I could just barely walk in them. But I knew better than to argue. I put them on and stood up. He made me walk for him, modeling the humiliating outfit.
I didn't know how he could expect me to go out in public like this. I looked like a prostitute! My nipples could be seen through the top, and in the right light the skirt was almost invisible. He stopped me and ran his hand up my legs. I felt his finger pushing into me. I was shocked when I realized I was wet! Surely this did not arouse me! How could my pussy betray me like this! I couldn't be wet!
But I was. He looked up at me and chuckled evilly.
"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You are liking this, aren't you?"
"No," I said. "I hate this. I hate what you are doing to me and I am just scared."
He just laughed. "Scared? Good, you should be. You have something to be scared about."
On that ominous note, he stood and led the way to the door.
I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I hurried as much as I could in these damned shoes.
I looked around as I stepped out. Thank God it was dark. I saw none of my neighbors, and hoped none of them saw me in this sluttish outfit, leaving with this horrible old man.
We got in his car and he drove off. As we drove he pulled me to the middle of the seat and pulled my skirt up to totally expose my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and began roughly fondling me.
He ordered me to rub his cock through his pants, and as I complied I saw a pickup truck pull up beside us on my side. I saw the driver out of the corner of my eye. I didn't have the nerve to look directly at him, but I watched out of the corner of my eye as he did a double take. We were stopped at a red light at a well-lit intersection. I had no doubt that he could see my dress up around my waist. If I had any doubts they would have been quickly dispelled.
I plainly heard him exclaim "Holy shit!!" Then I saw him turn to his companion and tell him about me.
Just then the light changed, and the truck kept pace as we drove the block to the next red light.
I was totally humiliated, and it was obvious that "the driver" knew what was going on and was enjoying it tremendously. It suddenly occurred to me, I still did not know the name of the man putting me through all of this. I could only think of him as the driver!
As we came to a stop at the next intersection he ordered me to open the top of my dress. I knew I had no choice. I took a deep breath and started to unbutton my dress.
"Quickly!" he snapped. I hurriedly went down my front unbuttoning the buttons. I could see both of the men in the truck next to us. The passenger was leaning over and both were staring as I finished and dropped my hands.
"The driver" put his hand behind me and pushed me forward. As I leaned forward he pulled my dress down off my shoulders. I was now as good as naked. My breasts were totally exposed, and so now was my pussy since he had removed is hand. He sat me back and reached over my shoulder and started squeezing my right breast. Pulling on it, aiming it at the young men in the truck as if it were a weapon.
He ordered me to look at the men in the truck and smile. I did as he wanted, but it was the hardest thing I ever did. I have no idea how I managed a smile. I was so totally humiliated. Finally he pulled away from the truck and allowed me to pull my top back on. But I could only button the bottom three buttons. This permitted my breasts to be seen almost to the nipple, and if I moved even slightly my nipples were plainly visible.
He could see I was on the verge of tears again, and he warned me not to start.
"That is enough of that shit," he growled, "you might as well get used to it, cunt."