Her Next Victim and Other Stories

by Victoria Manley

  "So?"

  "So, I might start getting some kinky ideas."

  "Start getting kinky ideas? Sam, you've had kinky ideas since the day we were married."

  "I know, but the ideas are really flowing now."

  "So if wag my tail like this and show you that I'm a happy puppy, my skirt comes up?"

  "Yep, and the Mr. Happy in my pants starts wagging too."

  "And if I put my head down like this and show you that I'm an obedient little puppy?"

  "Mmm ... I can see all those pretty lace panties now."

  "Sam?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Are dogs supposed to wear panties?"

  "Hmm ... good point, Lorraine. No, they're not supposed to wear panties."

  "Then I guess these should come off, huh?"

  "Yes, they should. Here, allow me."

  "Ummph."

  "There? Isn't that better?"

  "It's actually a little cold now. I don't have fur to cover me like Fido does."

  "Oh, you have fur, baby, but not the kind that Fido has."

  "What kind of fur do I have, Sam?"

  "Mmm ... you have edible fur, baby ... delicious, edible fur."

  "Can you see my fur when I spread my legs apart like this, Sam?"

  "Oh yeah, baby. That's pretty fur."

  "Sam, what are you doing?"

  "Taking off my pants, baby. You're going to teach an old dog some new tricks."

  "Oh, Sam! Do you have a bone in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

  "Both, baby. I got a big bone just for my little bitch in heat."

  "Slide your big bone in, Sam. Oh yes! Right there in my hot little doghouse!"

  "Every dog has his day, baby!"

  "Ummph!

  "Oh man! I'll trade a box of milk bones for this any day!"

  "Oooohhh, Sammmmm!"

  "It's a dog's life, baby! Woooooof!"

  "No fleas on you, Sam! Give your little bitch what I need!"

  "Yeaaaahhhh, baby! You get any hotter and I'm going to have to put a collar and leash on you to keep the other dogs from finding out you're in heat!"

  "Pump it, Sammmmmm!!! Yessssssss!"

  "Ummph!! Jesusssssssss!"

  "Sam?"

  "Huh?"

  "Are you ok?"

  "Just dog tired, baby."

  "—laughing—Does that mean you won't take this little puppy to the pound?"

  "You have a dog house here for life, baby."

  "Sam?"

  "Huh?"

  "Do you want to get up and take a shower?"

  "No, baby. Just let sleeping dogs lie."

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  F BUDDIES

  We had been friends since we were three years old, so when we graduated from college, went into the same field of work, and neither of us was married, it was only natural that we become room mates.

  Sara was a beauty, but I tried to think of her as just a buddy instead of a girl. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and a killer body that had filled out nicely over the years that I had known her. When we moved into the two-bedroom, one-bath apartment, she had been wearing a pair of short cut-off jeans and a tank top that showed off her cleavage every time she bent over to pick up a box. I told myself that I couldn't think of her that way, but it was hard not to do when she would strip down to her panties and a large tee shirt after a hard day's work, and dance around the kitchen to Tina Turner's “Proud Mary” as she stirred something on the stove.

  Sara and I had helped each other through many lost loves. I would fuss about the latest bitch that I had gone out with and she would give me comforting words, and I would do the same thing when her latest beau had broken her heart. Her newest suitor, Grant, seemed to be the ideal mate, when suddenly it all turned sour. She came home from their date in tears.

  "I hate men!” she screeched as she slammed the front door and threw her handbag to the floor.

  I put my beer on the coffee table and looked up from the sofa.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Men are pigs! I'm going to turn into a lesbian!” she bellowed.

  I couldn't help but smile. Seeing two women together had been a long time fantasy of mine.

  "Come over here and tell me all about it,” I said as I tried to console her.

  "Don't patronize me, Phillip,” she warned, “I'm too pissed off."

  "I'm not patronizing you, honey,” I told her, “just come over here and tell me what happened. Here, finish my beer and I'll get us a couple more."

  She downed my brew before I could leave the room. It looked like this was going to be a six-pack night.

  Once I got her calmed down, she began to tell me how, after two months of dating, that she had found out that Grant was married.

  "The asshole. How did you find that out?” I asked

  "His wife called him on his cell phone while we were at dinner. He couldn't help but answer it because one of his children had been sick."

  "Geez, what a jerk. I hope you told him off."

  The expression on her face changed and she giggled.

  "I guess you could say that,” she told me as she took another swig from her beer, “I stood up in the restaurant, called him every name in the book, then threw my plate of lasagna in his lap and walked out. I wish I could have been there when he tried to explain that stain to her."

  I couldn't help but laugh as I pictured her tantrum. Sara always had a flare for the dramatic.

  "So did he try to defend himself?” I asked.

  She waved her hands around.

  "Same shit, different day,” she said, “My wife doesn't understand me, she hates to have sex, the kids take up all her time, yada, yada, yada. God, and I was so horny tonight."

  "Well, sounds like it was best to find out about the jerk early,” I told her.

  She began to tear up.

  "I know,” she sniffled, “but I was really starting to care about him."

  I reached over and put my arm around her, pulling her to my shoulder.

  "I know, honey. Maybe I should go and try to seduce his wife to get even."

  She giggled.

  "That would teach him.” She sat upright and wiped her eyes. “Why can't I find someone sweet like you?"

  I stiffened my jaw and tried to look chivalrous.

  "They broke the mold when they made me."

  "And not at all modest about it, are you?” she snickered.

  "Hey, when you got it, flaunt it,” I replied.

  She threw a sofa pillow at me.

  "You arrogant rat!” she laughed, “I'm going to take a bath. If Grant calls, tell him I moved and to fuck off."

  And with that, she left the room. At least I had made her smile.

  * * * *

  She was about ten minutes into her bath, when all the beers I had drunk hit my bladder and I had to pee. Since we didn't have a yard, I couldn't go out and whiz on a tree, and I knew for a fact that Sara would tan my hide if I used the kitchen sink. I tapped on the bathroom door.

  "Yes?” she called out.

  "I'm sorry to interrupt your bath, but I've got to pee."

  "It's ok,” she said, “I'll just close the shower curtain."

  I gave her a moment to wall herself, and then went in. Sure enough, she had pulled the shield closed, so I was free to whiz in private.

  "I'll be out in just a minute,” I told her.

  She peeked her head around the curtain and smiled.

  "No rush."

  Being in mid-stream as I was, I couldn't move or I would have sprayed the floor. I blushed and continued to answer nature's call.

  "That thing is a lot bigger than it was when we were kids,” she said.

  I laughed.

  "Well, I would be pretty embarrassed if it hadn't grown along with the rest of my body."

  "Well, you have plenty to be proud of,” she observed.

  Instead of putting it back in my shorts when I was finished, I held my cock in my hand and gave it a few loving
strokes.

  "So, I think this is where I say something like ‘Since you've seen mine, I get to see yours',” I told her.

  She grinned and pulled back the curtain.

  "You've seen it before."

  I knelt down by the tub and caressed her lather-covered breasts in my hand.

  "I remember that,” I said, “we were about eight years old."

  "Yep,” she purred as I touched, “your grandfather was a pediatrician and we were playing behind his barn. You sneaked one of his stethoscopes and a thermometer out so we could play doctor."

  I picked up the wash cloth and began washing her back.

  "That was fun,” I chuckled, “I made you open your shirt so I could put the stethoscope on your little titties, and then I made you bend over a bale of hay and pull your panties down so I could take your temperature."

  "I think you left that thermometer in my ass a lot longer than you needed to,” she giggled.

  "Well, I wanted to make sure I got an accurate reading."

  "Bullshit,” she laughed, “you just liked looking at my ass."

  I chuckled.

  "Yeah well, that too. That's never changed."

  She cocked an eyebrow.

  "You still like to look?"

  "Well, sure, I'm only human."

  She gave me a sly grin and got on her hands and knees in the tub, raising her bottom.

  "Want to take my temperature again?” she giggled.

  My dick was bouncing in my lap.

  "We don't have a thermometer."

  "You're a smart boy,” she said, raising an eyebrow and giving me that ‘come on, big boy’ look, “improvise."

  I rubbed my hand over her slick, wet bottom, and then began taking my pants off.

  "I think I've got something that will fit,” I told her as I slipped in behind her in the tub.

  Without foreplay, fondling, caressing, or announcement, I put the head of my cock between the swollen lips of her pussy and entered. She squealed loudly, and then began panting as she pushed back for more. I could feel her pink folds opening to take me, then squeezing as I pulled back. She was tight, there was no doubt about it, and it took everything I had not to come within the first few seconds of being inside her.

  "Oh, that's it, Phillip, fuck me!” she cried out.

  We went at it like a couple of teenagers in heat. We fucked in the tub, on the bathroom floor, against the wall, on the sofa, and finally in my bed. I lost count of how many times that I orgasmed and I made her come over and over again with my dick, my mouth, and my hands. She sucked me, fucked me, and stroked me. We finally collapsed around two o'clock in the morning.

  "Gee, Phil,” she giggled as she pushed the covers away in order to cool off, “If I had known that I was living with a marathon fucker, I wouldn't have bothered to go out and date."

  I laughed.

  "Well, maybe when we aren't in a relationship, we should just fuck each other."

  "Hmm,” she hummed, “Fuck buddies. I can go along with that."

  I cuddled her into my arms and kissed her forehead, realizing that I had been in love with Sara since we were three years old.

  "Yeah,” I told her, “but just don't expect me to be out there looking for new pussy any time soon."

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  ANDREW'S GIFT

  "I have a gift for you, my dear,” I told my young wife.

  She put down the trashy tabloid magazine she was reading and looked up.

  "A present for me, Andrew?” she asked.

  "Yes, my dear,” I said, “but I must explain it to you first."

  She pulled her legs up in the chair and folded them Indian-style.

  "Okay."

  I sat down across from her.

  "You know how I've been having trouble getting an erection since the doctor put me on this blood pressure medication."

  She nodded.

  "I believe it is unfair for you to be deprived of your sexual needs just because I am unable to adequately perform at this time,” I continued.

  A confused look began to cross her face. I smiled and thought of a more simple way to put it.

  "I think you need a way to have sex even though I can't get hard right now."

  Her face brightened.

  "Did you buy me a dildo?"

  "No, my dear,” I told her, “something much better."

  "A vibrating dildo?"

  I chuckled. My bride was so easy to please.

  "I bought you a body."

  She looked down at her breasts, then looked at me.

  "But Andrew,” she countered, “you already bought my titties. What else is there to buy?"

  I gazed at her perfect 34C bosom. They had been a capital investment.

  "The body is not for you to wear, Tiffany darling,” I said, “the body is for you to use."

  The same confused look crossed her face again. I was just going to have to come out and say it in layman's terms.

  "I brought home a young man for you to have sex with,” I explained, “You can use him to your heart's content and then send him away until you need to have sex again."

  She gasped.

  "But Andrew!” she squealed, “that would be adultizing!"

  I chuckled.

  "I believe you mean ‘adultery', sweetheart."

  "Yes, yes, that word! I couldn't cheat on you!"

  "But it would not be cheating, darling,” I explained, “I would be right here in the room and you would have my permission to do it. I would never leave you alone with someone that you did not know."

  She thought about it for a moment.

  "You would be right here? What if I didn't like the guy?"

  "Then we would dismiss him and find someone more to your liking."

  She picked at the red paint on her big toenail.

  "I don't know, Andrew,” she squirmed, “it seems kind of weird."

  "It is a gift, my dear,” I told her, “and I do know how much you love the pleasures of the flesh."

  She giggled.

  "I do love to fuck, don't I?"

  I nodded.

  "Yes, darling, you do."

  She picked at the red paint again.

  "So, when does he come over?"

  "As soon as you wish,” I replied, “all I have to do is make a telephone call."

  "Can I go take a shower first?"

  "Of course, darling,” I said, “and why don't you put on that lovely red outfit that I bought you a couple of weeks ago?"

  "The fishnet one?"

  "Yes, my dear."

  "Okay."

  She got up and took a few steps, then turned to me again.

  "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

  "Yes, darling. I would not have suggested it if it was not alright with me."

  "Okay,” she giggled and then ran off to take her shower.

  I sighed. I adored my young bride, but sometimes the thirty-year age difference was a bit exasperating. I picked up the telephone and called the young stud.

  * * * *

  Eric was a flesh copy of the statue Adonis ... blonde, beautiful, built, a bit guileless, much like my Tiffany. He sat in the chair opposite mine and appeared to be apprehensive, as I'm sure my request for him to ravish my wife was not a common solicitation.

  "My wife should be out momentarily,” I told him.

  "Okay,” was his only reply.

  Tiffany appeared at the door at that moment.

  "Hello gents,” she sang.

  She was breath-taking, the most beautiful I had ever seen her, and it was apparent by the way Eric was looking at her that he was of the same rationalization. Her cheeks were pink with the excitement of her upcoming tryst and her breath was already coming out in quiet pants. Her outfit, the red fishnet catsuit that I had requested she wear, adhere to her body like a second skin. There were two cut outs for her nipples to extend through and an opening in the crotch that revealed her pink satin pussy lips. I had always insisted that she keep he
r pussy shaved and beautifully bare, and she did so lovingly. I could see the rise in Eric's pants as my wife struck a pose in the doorway.

  "You look exquisite, my dear,” I told her as I took her hand and led her ceremoniously into the room, “I would like for you to meet Eric. Eric, this lovely creature is my wife Tiffany."

  They said hello to each other, but seemed a bit shy to get started. I decided that an icebreaker was in order.

  "Why don't I turn on an adult movie to get you in the mood and I'll prepare us some drinks."

  As I switched on a movie and made my way to the door, I turned to see Eric standing and walking towards my wife. Yes, I thought, he will do just fine.

  By the time I returned with the drinks, he had pressed her against the wall and they were engaged in a hot, torrid kiss. A twinge of jealousy went through my veins as I watched and remembered when just kissing my lovely bride would make my cock rise in my pants. Now it seemed as if it took an act of Congress to get it to do so.

  I sat back on the velvet chaise lounge and sipped my brandy as I watched the scene unfold. It was beginning to look like one of my xxx-rated adult movies.

  Eric opened Tiffany's legs and began fingering her pussy through the separation in her outfit. She let out a loud moan. I smiled. This was going to be quite a performance to witness.

  She pressed her open mouth to his as her hand went straight between his legs.

  "You're so hard,” she groaned, her mouth trailing from his as his hands tightened their grasp around her waist.

  She dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth against the outline of his bulge while fumbling with his zipper, then slowly unfastened his pants and reached inside. She tried to wrap her hand around his cock but couldn't manage to get it around the thickness. I could see the urgency in her face as she pulled his pants to the floor in the enthusiasm to see him.

  His cock jumped forward and for a split second, she lost her breath as the large head came out.

  "You have the biggest cock I have ever seen,” she whispered.

  She pulled his rod to her face and slowly worked her lips around it. His head tilted back and he closed his eyes in delirious enlightenment.

  As she felt him tensing, she let him slip from the wetness of her mouth. Standing up, she wrapped her hand around him, and pulled him to her until the head of his cock met her clit. Her knees trembled as she looked down to see their sexes meeting. She stroked him, moving him up and down her swollen slit. Tiffany looked over at me and I nodded my approval for them to continue.