Chapter 5
Ted called again two days later, Thursday evening. He told me to be ready to go out Friday morning. I was to wear a nice conservative "housewife type" outfit, pretty but conservative underwear, and practical shoes. He wanted me to look as sweet and innocent as possible. He refused to even discuss his plans. Just told me to be ready to go at 9:00 AM.
I lay awake most of the night, dreading whatever was to happen to me the next day. I knew that Ted was enjoying seeing just how much he could put me through, and of course, I had no choice but to do what he said. I just prayed that he would keep his word. My husband would be home Saturday. Ted promised he would not bother me when my husband was in town.
I was up early Friday morning. I couldn't eat. Just some coffee for breakfast, then a shower and find something to wear. I decided on a simple print dress, modest and attractive. It seemed like what Ted might have had in mind. I chose a demure bra and panty set, a little lace, but nothing racy.
I was ready and waiting when Ted pulled into my driveway. I met him at the door and he stepped inside to inspect me. I turned around for him, modeling my dress. But he couldn't let it go at that.
He ordered me to show him my underwear. Despite what he had put me through already, I was still humiliated at having to perform for this man like this.
But he nodded is approval and ordered me to follow him. I grabbed my purse and followed him out to his car. He let me sit on my side of the car this time. He didn't touch me at all, but he had to do something to humiliate me, so he made me ride with my skirt up around my waist. I was a little surprised, and even a little encouraged. Maybe he was getting tired of me already!
Ted drove to a mall nearer the downtown area. Not far from the bar he had taken me to. He parked in an empty section of the parking lot, far away from the stores and the other cars. We just sat there waiting. Ted had not said a word all the way down here. But now he started to explain.
"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little impatient. Trouble is, up until now I didn't have the money to pay him. Turns out I can pay him now bitch. I talked to him yesterday. I told him all about you. He can't wait to meet you. You spend the day with him and he calls it even. And you better do every damned thing he says, bitch."
I looked at him in shock. How could he! I am NOT a prostitute! I started to say I wouldn't do it. I started to say that that was not part of our agreement. But before I could say a word he looked at me with his mean eyes and said, "If you open your mouth I will put my cock in it right here in the parking lot."
I sat there with my skirt up around my waist trying not to cry. After a few minutes Ted looked at his watch and said "What the hell. We got here pretty early, we might as well do something to pass the time while we wait."
He grabbed my hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. "Give it a little hand job while you are sitting there with nothing to do."
Well, at least I don't have to put the ugly thing in my mouth this time, I thought as I brought my other hand over and unzipped his pants and gently pulled his cock out. It was about half hard as I put my hand around it and started to move it up and down.
"Yeah, that's it bitch, keep that up." He said as he settled back to enjoy my efforts.
I had only been jerking his cock for about 5 minutes when I heard a strange noise approaching the car. Suddenly two boys rushed by on skateboards, one on either side of the car. The looked in as they went by, and I saw the surprise on their faces. It would of have been comical, if it were not so embarrassing.
The boys stopped, far enough away to be out of earshot. But it was obvious what they were talking about, they kept looking back at our car. I wanted to stop, in case they came back, but I knew that I couldn't stop until Ted said I could.
The boys started skating back toward the car, much slower this time. As they got closer I could see that they were both about 14 or 15.
They slowed even more as they approached the car. Just as they were about to pass one on either side again, Ted waved to them!
I just sat there, my panties exposed, my hand on his cock, as he waved the kids over to the car. They stopped, looked at each other for a second, and then skated over to the car grinning from ear to ear.
In a moment they were leaning against the car doors, with their heads leaned in towards the windows. They looked at my hand on Ted's cock, but mainly they stared at my panty-covered crotch. I kept my legs together, but I still felt pretty exposed.
"Did you guys ever see a pussy before?" he asked them.
They looked up at him, as though they could not believe what he had just asked.
The one at my window said "No sir, except in a couple of pictures, I ain't never seen one."
"Me neither." The other one chimed in.
I was a little surprised, I thought guys always claimed to be studs, even at this young age.
I kept my eyes down, trying to make believe this wasn't happening. I still moved my hand on Ted's cock, but it was almost automatic, I was hardly moving at all. I guess he was having too much fun embarrassing me again to notice.
"Go ahead cunt, pull your panties out of the way and let them have a look."
I don't know if it is possible, but my face seemed to become even more flushed with embarrassment. I reached my right hand down and grabbed the crotch of my panties with two fingers and pulled it out of the way so that my pussy was exposed to these young boys.
"Holy shit!" they said, almost in unison as my pussy was uncovered.
"That is one fine pussy there, gentlemen. She ain't no fresh young teenager, but she is definitely prime pussy. You aren't apt to see a nicer one than that in your life."
The boy in my window stuck his head all the way in and stared at my pussy. Suddenly he looked up at me and asked if he could touch it.
Before I could even decide what I was supposed to say, Ted looked around, saw we were still alone, and told him to step back a little.
The boy withdrew his head from my window and Ted reached over and opened my door.
"Swing your leg out." He ordered.
I did as he ordered, moving my right leg out, spreading my legs obscenely for the young boy's pleasure.
"Go ahead," he said to the boy, "look it over all you want.
The boy knelt at my door and his face was only a foot from my pussy as he looked at it intently. He reached out gingerly with his index finger and touched it gently. The look of awe on his face was almost enough to make me laugh, but for some reason I didn't. It was as though I was worried about hurting his feelings!
He moved his fingers all around my pussy, examining it in great detail. As he did I saw is friend loom over his shoulder, pushing in for a closer look.
"Hurry up," his friend urged. "I want to touch it too."
"Man! Look at this!" the boy said as he exposed my clit, which was now quite hard. I gasped lightly as he touched it gently with his finger. Actually, the kid had a pretty nice touch!
I gasped again as he slowly started pushing first one and then a second finger into me.
Had he continued on for a few more minutes, I was sure I was going to have an orgasm! But Ted stopped him. He told him that we only had a few minutes and that he had better let his friend have a close look.
His friend almost knocked him over in his rush to take his place. He was nowhere near as gentle as the first boy. He pushed and pinched and pulled and prodded, as though he wanted it to be uncomfortable. "Here is another Ted in the making." I thought to myself as he groped my pussy, more like a typical teenager than the first young boy had been.
Finally Ted told them they would have to stop. He wanted me to finish beating him off before his friend showed up. He told them they were welcome to watch. And they did!
I sat there with my legs splayed wide and my pussy on display as I resumed masturbating Ted. Just before he came he handed me a tissue and I caught his slimy mess in it as he came. I was surprised. I had expected him to force my mouth down onto his cock as he came. I guess he wanted to keep me presentable for his friend. He told the boys that it was too bad they didn't have more time. He would love to offer them a nice fuck, but maybe some other time.
The boys groaned at how close they had come to losing their virginity, grabbed their boards, and headed off to the mall.
I cleaned my hands off and finally I was allowed to pull my skirt back down and sit in a more normal fashion.
We waited in silence for his friend to show up. In just a few minutes a face appeared at Ted's window. I was startled. I had not even heard a car drive up. I thought I was shocked before. You should have seen my face when a large black man came into view at Ted's window!
Ted didn't even bother to introduce us. They talked about me as if I was just property.
"So this is your poor, innocent, little housewife?" The black man asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," Ted answered, "want to check her out first?"
"No, she looks OK to me. I'll have her back here at 6:00, almost as good as new." They both laughed at that. I just kept sitting with my head down, hoping for a lightning strike to save me from this.
I am not a prejudiced person, but I had never been with a black man, and although I know some white women have that fantasy, I am not among them. I was terrified.
The black man walked around to my door and opened it. He offered me his hand and gently helped me from the car. As soon as the door was closed Ted drove away. I never felt so scared in my life. I had just been given to a large black man for the next seven and one-half hours. I didn't even know his name! But then, I guess I should be getting used to that by now.
He walked me back to his car, which was parked behind where Ted had been parked. He was a perfect gentleman so far. He held the door of his car for me and I got in, thankful to be seated again, I was so scared my legs were shaking.
As the shock began to lessen I started taking stock. The man walking around to the driver's door was about 6'4", maybe 250 pounds. There did not appear to be any fat on him. I would guess he was about 35 or so, no more than 40. He was well dressed, and from what little I could recall of his conversation with Ted, he seemed well spoken.
He got in, started the car and drove from the parking lot. As he did he introduced himself.
"My name is Nathan. We are going to spend the day together, as you already know. As long as you behave yourself you won't be harmed. "
His words were comforting, and his voice was soft and quiet. I started to calm down as he spoke.
"Ted told me a nice little story about how you met, and what he has done with you. I want to know how much of what he told me was correct, and I want to know a little more about you. So tell me how you came to be in his clutches."
It was embarrassing, but I figured that by the end of the day I would be unlikely to have any secrets from this man. Besides, I didn't know what Ted had told him, so I had to tell him everything to make sure I didn't get him upset at me for leaving anything out.
I told him about my fantasies of being a sex slave, being abused by a man, and how I had explored them on the Internet. I described how I had been a bit tipsy and had been convinced to call for a cab so that I could perform oral sex on the driver. I told him everything that had taken place that night. Then I related the details of my humiliation and degradation the following day at the bar and later at Ted's apartment.
I kept my head averted as I spoke. I was much too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
"Tell me about you and your husband." He asked.
I didn't know what he wanted to know, so I told him how we had met, how long we had been married, that we were in love, and that my husband traveled a lot, and I missed him a great deal.
I don't know if that was what he wanted to hear, but he didn't ask any more.
After a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled into the parking garage of a very up-scale high-rise condo and we got out. I followed him to the elevators and we got in and traveled alone and in silence to his apartment on the top floor.