“Yes, Simon, I agree.”
“It will be a rule then. Before your caress my cock with your mouth, you will offer your splendid nipples for punishment?” It was a question.
She bowed her head, “I will, Simon.”
He sat back in the chair. “Good. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. Make love to the prick of Simon Ruben, Mrs. Ryan. Let me feel the devotion. Honor me with your soft lips and your sweet tongue.” He put two fingers under her chin tilting her head up, “When you make love to my prick I want to hear you speak to it as you would a lover. The words, Mrs. Ryan, say the words and mean them.”
She bent low over his cock staring at it intently, then, obeying his instructions, she spoke to it. Her voice was little more than whisper, “I adore the great cock of Simon Ruben,” she said bending closer, “oh, God, yes, I do, I do.” She gently pressed her parted lips over the slit. As before she slid her tongue along its length and probed the hole itself. Then she looked up at him. “I honor the penis of my lover, Simon Ruben,” she said. She gently pulled the foreskin back exposing his huge round cockhead. The rim at its base was deep and smelled rancid. With the nail of her index finger she delicately traced the rim. “I want to taste you,” she said. She extended her tongue into the groove and slowly licked it clean all the while looking up into his face hoping to see some sign of approval. She pushed his cock up and back against his belly. “I belong to you, Simon Ruben,” she said. “I worship your great cock. Can you see it? Can you feel it?” She pressed her parted lips to the triangle at the underside of his cockhead. Continuing to look up into his face, she gently sucked and licked that most sensitive of spots. She darted the tip of her tongue into the corners of the rim and tasted what had lain hidden there.
He realized what she’d done. “Does that not offend you, Mrs. Ryan?”
Instead of answering, she pulled his foreskin back further and pushed her tongue deeper into that dark moist place. The eyes that looked up at him were bright with excitement. She continued to lick, nibble, and suck at the foul smelling triangle sometimes pausing to hold it away from her and looking up into his face, slowly lean forward to kiss it. When her lips touched his prick she moaned softly. She held his thick shaft between her hands and stared transfixed at the huge cockhead and the wetness where she had licked the rim. “I am your lover. My lips, my tongue belong to you,” she said.
Ruben felt his orgasm building. “Stop” he said. “Look up at me but continue to stroke it gently.” Her face was flushed, her bright red lips slightly swollen and wet. “The idea of taking you as my wife is beginning to appeal to me. My right to you then will be greater than Satomi’s and this ridiculous contract he had you sign. Is that not true?”
She wondered if he were really serious. When he mentioned it before she’d been sure it was another of his efforts to humiliate and frighten her. But to actually marry this sadistic old man…impossible! And yet in some obsessive, psychopathic way the idea of giving herself to Simon Ruben in marriage was terrifying but seemed somehow appropriate. “I don’t know, Simon. Mr. Satomi is a very powerful man. He considers me his until the contract is fulfilled.”
Ruben frowned, “I’m a powerful man too. And I’m here in America and you’re an American citizen. I have no fear of the little Jap.” He sat back watching her stroke his cock. “We’ll plan it for next month. Just as I said, Saint Andrews. I don’t expect any of your old friends will attend. But mine will be there. I’ll have Tom Dolan as best man. You remember Tom Dolan?”
Kathy nodded, “Yes I remember him.”
Ruben chuckled, “You should. You sucked him off in this very room. And I think he whipped your pretty ass as well, yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I think I’ll have you suck him off regularly. He’s a good friend.” He smiled, “Tom also enjoyed whipping you. I’d like to watch him do it either before or after you suck his cock…” He waited for her to respond.
She realized as Ruben’s wife she would be used, would be made to service his friends, would often feel the whip again. Her submission to Ruben would be worse than the things she endured at the Facility. She shook her head, “No…no, I couldn’t,” she said.
He frowned, “Well, then Mrs. Ryan, your refusal means there will be no marriage. I had my heart set on marrying the lovely young widow Ryan.” He moved as if to get up from the chair.
“Please,” she said, hating herself, “Please, Simon. I’ll do what you want. I’ll give myself to your friends. I’ll ask to be whipped for your pleasure.”
He nodded, “You will be useful to me in other ways. There are a few wealthy do-gooders in town who cannot be bought off with cash. They hold mortgages on low rent homes and apartments, prime real estate housing the less fortunate.” He smiled at her, “But all men are susceptible to a beautiful young woman. Photographs in compromising positions with the lovely young wife of Simon Ruben will buy more than money ever could.”
Kathy shook her head, “I couldn’t Simon, I really couldn’t. I mean to take from the poor and helpless the little they have. I couldn’t be a part of that.”
He stared at her before speaking, “Well then, Mrs. Ryan, there won’t be a marriage after all. The man you profess to adore will leave here tonight and that’s the last you’ll see of him.”
She remained still for several moments before lifting her head to look at him, “I…I…want to…to…be your wife, but…but…”
He cut her off, “But you’re not willing to help your husband get ahead, not ready to be supportive and helpful.”
He started toward the door. “Wait,” she said. He turned back. “I will,” she said.
“You will what?”
“I’ll give myself….seduce…the men you wish to blackmail. I’ll help you get what you want.”
Sighing, he sat down. “Who would you like to be your maid of honor, Mrs. Ryan?”
‘My God,’ she thought, ‘I truly must be insane. To have agreed to the conditions he’s proposing is crazy.’
Before she could answer, he said, “Sheila, of course, after we marry, she will be your step-daughter, the perfect choice, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Simon, Sheila.”
“And on our wedding night you will service both Sheila and me?”
“Yes, I’ll service both of you.”
“And in order to please me you will give yourself to my friends and to my enemies?”
“I will, Simon. But when we’re alone you will take me to your bed, Simon, won’t you?” She looked down then back up at him, “I want that, Simon, I want to be in your bed with you; naked beside you in your bed.”
“Of course, Mrs. Ruben, my bed is where you belong. It’s settled then, is it not?”
“Yes, Simon, it’s settled. I’ll be…I’ll be good, Simon, good in bed. I’ll think of new ways to excite you; new ways to make love to your beautiful prick. I’ll please you, really I will.”
“You’ll love me more than you loved your first husband, yes?”
She lowered her head and licked the length of the underside of his cock before looking back up at him and answering. “Perhaps not more, Simon, but differently.” She saw the anger flash in his eyes and hurried to explain, “With my husband, Jeff, I was independent, spirited, often self-absorbed, keeping a large part of myself to myself. In our marriage we were partners. Equal partners. But I’ll hold nothing back from you. I give myself to you completely. Every night, Simon, I’ll make love to your cock. I want that, truly I do. I’ll live not for my pleasure, but for yours.” She paused and looked away. “Our marriage, Simon, will not be a partnership. You will own me, unconditionally.”
“Yes, you will be a wife and a pet. You will live only for my pleasure and Sheila’s,” he corrected.
“Yes, your pleasure and Miss Sheila’s.”
She bowed her head staring at his thick, deformed penis, still wet from her mouth and smudged with her lipstick. He sat looking down at her for several minutes. “We’ve both discovered something this
evening, haven’t we Mrs. Ryan?’ Not looking up, she nodded. He leaned closer to her, “We’ve discovered that you adore my prick, that you revere and worship it. We’ve learned that your greatest pleasure will no longer revolve around your own orgasms, but will, instead, be derived from being permitted to make love to the prick of Simon Ruben. Am I correct, Mrs. Ryan? Is that what we’ve learned this evening?”
She looked up at him, her eyes soft and misty, “Yes, yes, Simon,” she whispered, “I do, I do adore your prick. I love to look at it, to imagine it filling my mouth. I can’t explain it, can’t explain exactly why. It’s just as you have said, something happened this evening. Maybe it has to do with my childhood fantasies about you. Maybe it’s your age, your demanding nature, the way you frighten and excite me, the confident and decisive way you have subdued and claimed me as your own.” She paused and looked down at his cock again before raising her head to look into his impassive face. “When we are together, dearest Simon, I wall count the hours and minutes until you allow me to kneel before you and take your great prick in my hands and press my lips to your hole and lick it, lick it for a long time, loving it, and lick your testicles and hold them in my mouth.” She rose up and kissed him gently. “I will make love to it, Simon. I will learn to take all of it in my mouth. I will suck and suck. And I will take your jism, Simon. I will swallow your jism and suck the last drop from your hole. At night, if you permit, I will sleep with my mouth next to your prick. When you sleep, I will kiss it, gently with love and gratitude.”
“Ah,” he sighed, “that image pleases me. The very young and very beautiful Kathy Ryan pressing her warm, wet lips to my prick as I sleep.” He pointed to his cock. “Suck me, Kathy Ryan, suck me till I cum,” he said.
She lifted up to kiss him again. “Thank you, dear Simon,” she whispered into his mouth. For a long time she licked his testicles and his shaft until they dripped with her saliva, all the while moaning softly. Then, opening her mouth wide she took the round knob of his cockhead into it . His cock was so thick she could take no more than a third of it at first. Slowly she moved her head up and down over his cock trying to take it deeper. Suddenly she felt his hands on her head and heard him shouting, “All of it, Mrs. Ryan! You said you’d take all of it!” He pushed her head down until she started to gag and choke. He let go and she lifted her head retching and coughing. They stared at each other for a moment. Her lips were swollen and tears coursed down her cheeks.
When she had regained her breath, she rasped, “Make me take it, Simon. I want to. Make me take all of it.”
She began again slowly, trying to relax her throat, trying to open wider, breathing through her nose. His hands on her head forced her lower and lower. When she gagged, he let up a little, and then applied more pressure. She thought she might suffocate. White lights flashed behind her closed eyes. She willed herself to take him deeper until, at last, her nose pressed against the base of his monstrous prick. It was then that he came, jerking spasmodically, this thick spunk filling her mouth and throat causing her to swallow repeatedly. The hot jism kept coming. She heard him cry out at first then grunt and moan as he continued to pump his spunk into her mouth. When he stopped cumming, he released her. She closed her lips tightly around his thick cock and slowly lifted her head until her lips covered only his piss hole. She sucked the last drops of his jism from it. Then, her lips coated with his cum, her eyes glistening with tears, she looked up at him. “Thank you, dear Simon. Did I please you? I tried very hard to please you.”
He had fallen back in the chair, his arms hung over the sides, rivulets of sweat ran down his face and his body, his cock had gone limp quickly and hung between his splayed legs like a long, thick, white sausage. He nodded. “Yes, you pleased me,” he said. “Now fetch me a Scotch.”
She had been on her knees so long, it was difficult to stand and she was unsteady on the stilettos. She hurried to the kitchen and noticed that Sheila seemed to be waking up. On her way back to the bedroom with the drink, she saw Sheila sitting on the couch looking confused. She had spilled her drink. Her shoes were lying on the floor beside the couch. When Kathy entered the bedroom Ruben said, “Walk proud to your lover, Mrs. Ryan, shoulders back, tits forward.” She smiled to herself knowing he liked looking at her body, knowing he owned it. He took the drink from her and waved a hand toward the make-up table.
“Yes, Simon,” she said. At the table she wiped her face clean and, exhausted as she felt, she again applied the mascara and lipstick.
He watched her. “Do you like the taste of my cum? The sweat of my balls? The scent and taste of my prick? Do these things arouse you, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes, Simon, you excite me as no man ever has before. Surely you must know that.” She finished applying the gloss to her swollen lips and turned to face him. “And your cum, Simon, is thick and it comes in hot spurts filling my mouth. I love the taste. I love it, Simon, I love your great prick.”
“Well then, you shall drink my cum every night from now on. He pointed to his bare feet. “I have trouble with my shoes and socks, trouble bending down. Besides, as you’ve surely noticed, I’m lazy.”
She nodded, “Yes, Simon,” and hurried to the living room to gather up his shoes and socks.
Sheila was still sitting on the couch. She frowned at Kathy, “I’m too fucking tired and drunk tonight, but I’ll expect you to lick my cunt tomorrow, bitch,” she snarled.
Saying nothing Kathy returned to the bedroom. She knelt at his feet with his shoes and socks. The toenails of each of his fat toes were long and yellow and thick. His pale feet were damp with sweat. He put his bare feet on her thighs. She placed her hands on his feet and looked up at him. “Is my mouth acceptable?” she asked.
For a moment he looked puzzled. She moved her hands over his toes and squeezed them gently. He nodded, “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, your lips are still wet and warm. I give you permission.” She bent down and pressed her parted lips firmly on the toes of his right foot and then the toes of his left foot, leaving a red imprint on each.
She looked up at him, “To remember me by in the morning,” she said.
“Ahh,” he sighed, “that will be another bedtime ritual when we are husband and wife, will it not?
Still kneeling before him she said, “Yes, removing my husband’s shoes and socks is a duty I’ll be honored to perform. She looked down at his feet then up at him, “And whenever he wishes, I’ll press my lips to his toes.”
The thin black socks were still damp with perspiration. When she’d tugged them on and laced and tied his shoes, she helped him into his sweat stained shirt. He reached for his shorts. She put a hand on his arm, “Please, wait just a minute.” He nodded. She dropped to her knees and lifting his heavy flaccid cock, she pushed it back against his belly and parting her lips leaned forward to kiss and tongue the sensitive triangle at the base of his cockhead. She looked up at him, “I love it, Simon. Can you tell?” She inched back, continuing to look up at him.
He pulled on his shorts and trousers, “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, it appears you do. Threats are no longer necessary, are they?”
“No, Simon, threats are no longer necessary. I want you. I want to belong to you.”
“You do belong to me, completely. I can do whatever I wish to you.” She couldn’t remember a time when she felt so aroused. The night Ezra Stein came to her house with the leeches, perhaps. On her knees, she watched him finish dressing, “Yes, dear Simon, I belong to you completely. You can do to me whatever pleases you.”
Kathy, still naked except for her heels, followed him into the living room. Sheila looked at her frowning. “Uncle, the bitch didn’t make me cum like she promised,” she whined.
Ruben smiled at her. “You fell asleep, my dear. Mrs. Ryan will make you cum tomorrow evening and every day and every night after that.” He turned to Kathy. “Isn’t that so, Mrs. Ryan? You will run and fetch for Sheila and get to your knees and lick her sweet cunt whenever she wishes?”
Kathy looked at the skinny yo
ung woman then bowed her head. “I’ll do whatever Miss Sheila requires of me.”
Sheila glanced around the room, “Where the fuck are my shoes?” she yelled.
Quickly Kathy knelt beside the couch to pick them up. “They’re here, Miss Shelia,” she said.
Sheila sat on the edge of the couch placing her feet on the floor. She glared at Kathy who hadn’t moved. “Well, you stupid bitch, you know what you’re to do,” Sheila stamped her bare foot.
Kathy crawled to her, “I’m sorry, Miss Sheila,” she said. She lifted Sheila’s left foot and slid it into the stiletto and buckled the strap around her ankle. She began to do the same with Sheila’s right foot.
“Kiss it,” Sheila demanded, “kiss Miss Sheila’s foot.” For the second time that night Kathy bent down to touch her lips to the young girl’s toes. “Tongue, I want to feel your tongue,” Sheila hissed. Kathy parted her lips and slid her tongue into the space between Sheila’s big toe and the one next to it. “That’s better,” Sheila chuckled, “that’s how you’re to do it from now on.” Kathy remained bent over, her head down. “Say something,” Sheila demanded.
Kathy looked up at her trying hard to disguise the hatred and anger she felt, “Thank you, Miss Sheila. Your feet are…are…they are very pretty.” As she buckled the strap she studied the long evenly ramped toes, the pedicured nails bright red, the high arch white and smooth. She looked up again into the haughty face, “They are very pretty,” she repeated. Sheila placed both feet on the floor and waved her hand as if dismissing Kathy.
Instead of standing, Kathy crawled backwards and remained on her knees, her head bowed. Sheila grinned up at her Uncle. “My little pet is learning her place, isn’t she? Oh, how I’m going to enjoy making her wait on me, making her run and fetch, making her crawl and kneel, making her service me with her lips and tongue.” She turned back to Kathy, “You will do those things, won’t you, Mrs. Ryan? You will crawl to me and kneel at my feet and wait eagerly to please and obey me?”
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