by Ray Gordon
'She likes it that way. She's a right tart, I'll tell you. Is it still only her mouth you want, or has the sight of her cunt tempted you to pay for more?'
'Only her mouth. I don't have much time, what with Christine waiting for me. Tomorrow evening I might be persuaded to slip my knob up her tight cunt, though. Christine's going out with friends, so I'll have plenty of time.'
'I'll work out a price for you. Anyway, I'll leave you to it.'
As Barry closed the door, Alan stood by the bath and ordered Marianne to kneel. Sitting up and positioning her naked body before her master, she awaited the inevitable.
Unzipping his jeans, he presented her with his erect penis, pulling the skin back to expose his solid glans to her misty blue eyes.
'Suck it, whore,' he ordered crudely. Taking his shaft in her wet hand, she opened her mouth and engulfed his knob, running her tongue over the silky-smooth surface to the accompaniment of his gasps. 'Ah, that's good,' he breathed, slipping his knob deeper into her hot mouth and withdrawing again. 'Keep still,' he instructed. 'Keep your head still and I'll fuck your mouth.'
His hips swinging back and forth, his knob gliding in and out of her hot mouth, over her pink tongue, he clung to her head. 'You're a dirty little whore,' he gasped. 'I'm going to spunk over your tongue. I'm going to... Ah, God, that's good!'
Clinging to the side of the bath as his thrusts jolted her naked body, Marianne eagerly awaited his male come, impatient to savour the product of his orgasm. Her breasts bouncing as he rammed his knob harder against the back of her throat, she felt her clitoris swell, desperate for relief.
'Coming!' he cried as his shaft inflated and his knob throbbed. Spurting his jism into her mouth, bathing her tongue, splattering the back of her throat, he grimaced, thrusting his pulsating organ even harder. Almost choking on the salty liquid, Marianne breathed through her nose, her eyes open wide as her master gripped her head harder, using her mouth as if it were her vaginal sheath. His seemingly never-ending cascade of sperm filling her cheeks, running down her chin and dripping onto her pert breasts, Marianne felt sexually exhilarated.
Although she desperately wanted control over her body, to fake her hypnotic state, she was deriving immense pleasure from servicing Alan. As his orgasmic flow ceased, again, she reminded herself of her innocence. Here she was, taking another man's knob into her mouth, swallowing his sperm - but she was completely innocent.
'Now lick me clean,' Alan demanded, slipping his wet knob from the heat of her abused mouth. Taking his shaft in her hand she pushed out her tongue, licking, cleaning the bulb, lapping up the residue of sperm from his veined tool. Without so much as a word of thanks, of appreciation for her part in the lewd act, Alan zipped his jeans and left bathroom.
Still under the hypnotic spell, Marianne couldn't move, couldn't immerse her body in the hot water to rinse the sperm glistening on her firm breasts, her erect nipples. Barry finally entered the room and ordered her to lie down before bringing her out of her trance. Sitting on the stool he smiled as she looked about her.
'What's that?' he asked, pointing to the jellyfish-like sperm clinging to her breasts, swirling in the water as if alive, waiting passing food.
'Soap, I expect,' she replied, gazing at the mother-of-pearl spiralling in the lapping water. Taking the soap, Marianne cleansed her breasts, washing away Alan's sperm as Barry looked on.
Would he demand her mouth now, she wondered as he gazed longingly at her. Would he pump his sperm into her mouth? Or was he waiting until she went to bed before using and abusing her? Two knobs coming in my mouth would be fun, she found herself thinking as she savoured the remnants of Alan's come lingering on her tongue.
'So you're out of work,' she said, catching his amorous gaze as she parted her fleshy pussy lips and massaged soap between her pinken folds.
'Yes, I am. But I'm going to earn a hell of a lot of money. I've made something, in the garage.'
'Oh, what's that?'
'I'll show you tomorrow - it's to do with my new business.'
'What is it?'
'I'll show you tomorrow.'
'Well, whatever happens I'm going to accept Brooke-Smith's job offer.'
'He'll be all over you, trying to get his hand into knickers and... I really don't understand you, Marianne.'
'You don't understand yourself, so how can you expect to understand me?'
'What are you talking about?'
'Understanding people.'
'What do you mean, I don't understand myself?'
'Where's your life taking you? Where do you want it to take you? Where's your relationship with me taking you?'
'What do you mean? What is all this?'
'Do you have a conscience, Barry?'
'Of course I do!'
'What sort of man are you, really?'
'I don't understand...'
'No, you wouldn't.'
'I'm going to bed!'
'OK, I'll join you shortly.'
As Barry left Marianne closed her eyes. The warm water lapping between her legs, caressing her distended inner cunt lips, she grinned, wondering where Barry's new hiding place was, where he was stashing money. Fondling her erect clitoris, she thought about her body, the money she could earn from sex-starved men - and women. 'I don't know about Barry,' she giggled, climbing out of the bath. 'But I'm going to be rich!' What's he been up to in the garage? she thought, imagining him strapping her to some horrendous sexual machine.
Climbing into bed she was relieved to find Barry sleeping soundly. Another day over, she reflected as she pulled and twisted her protruding inner pussy lips, caressed her stiffening clitoris. Her free hand beneath her leg, her finger toying with her sensitive anal entrance, she wondered what tomorrow would bring. Sex, sex and more sex!
Chapter Eight
Reading through her hypnosis notes whilst having her early morning coffee, Marianne sighed. She was desperate to learn the technique of hypnotism, to learn how to send Barry into a hypnotic trance and implant a trigger word in his subconscious. 'I will do it,' she affirmed, leaving the kitchen and wandering out into the garage.
Pulling a tarpaulin aside, Marianne stood with her hands on her hips, amazed - and disgusted - by Barry's handiwork. He said he was going to make a pillory, she mused. But this is ridiculous! The craftsmanship perfect, the wooden pillory comprised the usual holes for the neck and wrists, but more, they were attached to a low frame. Rather than stand, Marianne would have to kneel astride a central plank of wood to align her head and hands with the holes. Her stomach would rest on the padded plank, affording some comfort, at least, she surmised. Ropes attached to the frame were obviously for securing her knees, effectively keeping her legs apart, exposing her buttocks, her vaginal entrance, to her abuser.
There were several attachments that Marianne couldn't work out - small weights hanging from chains and various clamps and straps - but she'd soon discover their purpose! 'He has been busy!' she breathed, pulling the tarpaulin over the awesome device and returning to the kitchen to hear the phone ringing.
'Hallo,' she panted, having dashed through the hall.
'Marianne, it's Jonathan.'
'You don't give up, do you?' she laughed.
'No, I don't. Listen, I was wondering whether you'd like to have lunch with me?'
'What, today?'
'Yes, why not?'
'Well... er... I'm not sure what's happening today. Barry's been fired and, rather than take a month's notice, he left there and then.'
'Yes, I'd heard he'd left.'
'He'll be back shortly; he's just gone into town for something.'
'Do you have to get the OK from him before you do anything, then?'
'Well, no. Look, ring me later, after I've spoken to Barry. The pips are going, there's someone trying to get through - I'll talk to you later.'
Replacing the receiver and lifting it at the first ring, Marianne frowned to hear Rod's voice. 'How did you get my number?' she gasped in her puzzlement. 'You d
on't know my surname.'
'Aha!' Rod laughed. 'I have my ways! No, seriously, I rang the chap who lectured on your hypnosis course. We had quite an interesting chat. Anyway, eventually I mentioned you, and he came out with your surname.'
'You're lucky the phone's in my name and not Barry's. So why are you ringing me?'
'I was worried, Marianne. Thinking about the incredible things you told me, I thought I'd better see how you are. What happened at seven o'clock last night?'
'Nothing happened. I went to town and walked the shops so...'
'I know you're lying to me, Marianne. Has your soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend used the word again?'
'I'm not lying! No, he hasn't used the word again, not yet anyway,' Marianne replied, biting her lip as she recalled kneeling in the bath and sucking on Alan's throbbing knob, swallowing his gushing sperm.
'Look, you really do need my help. Yesterday you said you might come over. Are you still going to?'
'I really don't know what I'm doing today, Rod. I seem to be having people coming at me from all directions. And I don't mean that type of coming!'
'What do you mean, then?'
'A friend keeps pestering me to work for him, Barry's due back from town soon, and now you're...'
'I wouldn't hang around if Barry's due home.'
'God, that's a thought. Knowing him, he'll bring half a dozen men back!'
'Come and stay with me, as I suggested yesterday. You'd safe here and...'
'I've been thinking about that. It's no good running away; I must stay and deal with this myself.'
'How can you deal with it? The only way to deal with it is keep out of Barry's way.'
'I'm determined to master the art of hypnosis. If I had a word to use on Barry I could get my own back, use him as my slave and...'
'You shouldn't be thinking along the lines of tit-for-tat, Marianne. This is a serious business! I thought that you realized the severity of the situation.'
'Yes, I do, but I'm not going to run away.'
'All the time you're there, with Barry, you're open to abuse.'
'Oh, Barry's just walked in through the back door. I might see you later this morning, I don't know.'
'If I were you I'd come over here right now. Come here before he has the chance to...'
'I've got to go, Rod. Thanks for ringing, it's nice talking to you. See you later.'
Entering the kitchen with a fixed smile, Marianne wondered when Barry was going to place her in his pillory and use her naked body to satisfy his perverted lust. At least he's come home alone, she mused as she filled the kettle, imagining half a dozen men using her tethered body, half a dozen solid penises pumping sperm into her tight holes.
'You're quiet,' Barry said. 'Is there anything wrong?'
'No, I'm fine,' she replied, a quiver running up her spine as she pictured six hard penises sperming over her naked body. 'Want some coffee?'
'Yes, thanks. It's strange, not having to go to work.'
'Tell me about it! So what are you going to do today?'
'I've bought some new locks. Before I do anything, I'm going to fit them.'
'Good! I don't like the idea of someone searching my home, it gives me the creeps!'
'What have you got planned?'
'Nothing, really. I'll probably go out to the park later.'
'You're always going to the park. What is it about that place?'
'I like it there, it's relaxing. Is anyone coming round?'
'What, here?'
'Yes, any of your friends?'
'Er... no, not as far as I know. Why do you ask?'
'I just wondered whether you needed me to be around or not.' Whether you needed my body to earn you some money!
'What do you mean? Why would I need you to be around?' he asked, his dark eyes frowning.
'I don't know, I just wondered. Oh, by the way - I need some money, do you have any cash?'
'Er... yes, how much?'
'Fifty.'
'What do you need fifty pounds for?'
'This and that.'
'Right, well, I'll have to go and get it.'
'Where from?'
'Juxtaposition.'
And now to discover the new hiding place, Marianne thought as she fell into a hypnotic trance. Surprised that Barry was still keeping his cash in the same place as he pulled the vinyl floor covering back, she decided to buy the tartan minidress she'd seen in the shop window the previous evening. Parading around the park in the tight dress would turn the men's heads, she thought wickedly.
'An experiment,' Barry said pensively as he replaced the floor covering and stuffed fifty pounds into his pocket. 'I've been thinking about this hypnosis thing. I'm going to tell you to do something and see if, when I bring you out of your trance, you'll be aware of what it is you're doing. OK, take your clothes off, Marianne. When you wake up, you'll not realize you're naked. You'll think you're fully dressed, even if we have visitors. You'll go about the house and garden completely unaware that you're naked.'
Her hands mechanically removing her clothes, Marianne was sure that Barry's suggestion wouldn't work. If it did, she pondered, then he'd have frightening power over her. If, even in her waking state, she didn't realize that she was naked, the implications would be horrifying! Imagining Barry inviting several friends round to a dinner party, she pictured herself as the naked hostess. Oh, my God, she thought as she slipped her skirt and panties down. I hope he doesn't think of the idea!
Finally standing naked before her master, she watched as he gathered up her clothes and stuffed them into a Tesco's bag. 'Right, this should be interesting,' he laughed, placing the bag in a cupboard. 'Talk about the king with no clothes! OK, Marianne - wake up.'
The strange hypnotic state leaving Marianne, she was relieved as she looked down to her pert breasts, fully aware that she was completely naked. So, it hasn't worked, she thought as Barry walked to the kitchen door. But she'd pretend it had.
'Come and have a look at the front garden,' he said, leaving the room.
'What for?' she asked, following him through the hall, realizing this was a test. 'I thought you were going to get me some money?'
'Yes, in a minute. I want to ask your opinion. I've been wondering whether to pave a small area of the lawn.'
As Barry opened the front door and stepped outside, Marianne was horrified as she followed, walking into the front garden in full view of anyone who might pass by. The hypnotic suggestion hadn't worked inasmuch as she knew only too well that she was completely naked, but her awareness didn't bring the embarrassment she'd normally feel. Walking across the lawn, to her surprise, she felt no humiliation whatsoever. She felt as comfortable, as secure, as she would have had she been fully clothed.
'I was thinking about paving that section of lawn, under the window there. I thought we could stand a row of flower tubs beneath the window. What do you think?'
'Yes, I think it's a good idea,' she replied, wondering why she wasn't in the least worried that someone might see her. 'Anyway, if you give me the money, I'll go into town.'
'OK,' he smiled, pulling the notes from his pocket. 'What are you going to wear into town?' he asked, handing her the money.
'I'll go as I am,' she said, now half believing that she was clothed. 'I'll get my bag and go now.'
Following Marianne into the house and closing the front door Barry gazed at her, her pussy-slit, her full vaginal lips, amazed by the power he had over her. His mind teeming with ideas, he decided that today he'd start making his dirty video - and earn a small fortune!
'I'll be a couple of hours,' Marianne said, slipping the money into her handbag as the doorbell rang.
'Will you get that?' Barry asked, his excitement rising as she placed her bag on the table and made her way to the door. 'I'm just nipping out to the garage.'
Her mind confused, almost convincing her that she was clothed, she opened the front door to find John standing on the step. 'Hi, John - come in,' she smiled as he stared open-mout
hed at her shaven pussy-slit. 'Come in, John,' she repeated, standing back and opening the door wider. 'Or are going to stand there all day?'
'Oh, yes, right,' he replied hesitantly, stepping into the hall.
'Barry's in the garage - come through. What's the camera for?' she asked, gazing at the Pentax hanging from his neck.
'I've just picked it up, it's been repaired.'
Leading John into the kitchen, her curvaceous body blatantly exhibited to her guest, she poured three cups of coffee. 'I'm just going into town,' she said, passing John a cup. 'I've seen a nice dress I want. You're not at uni today, then?'
'Er... no, not today,' he replied, placing his camera on the table and sitting down, his gaze transfixed on the weals fanning out across her taut buttocks as she bent over to put the milk in the fridge. 'I've finished my thesis.'
'Oh, that's good. That must be a weight off your mind.'
'Yes - yes, it is.'
'I really don't know what Barry's up to out there. He's making something, but I don't know what,' she said, standing up and leaning with her buttocks against the worktop.
'He's not at work today, then?'
'No. Haven't you heard? He's been sacked.'
'Sacked? Oh, will he be here every day, then?' he asked despondently. 'What's he going to do for money?'
'He's starting up some sort of consultancy thing. Why don't you go out to the garage and see him?'
'I... I'll have my coffee first,' he smiled, toying with the teaspoon, obviously wondering what the hell Marianne was playing at as she stood with her feet apart, seemingly unaware that she was blatantly displaying her gaping pussy-slit.
'Right, I must finish my coffee and get going,' Marianne said, taking a brush from her bag and grooming her long blonde hair.
Now virtually convinced that she was clothed, she moved about the kitchen, unashamedly displaying her taut buttocks, her vaginal crack, her erect nipples. Dumbfounded, John wondered whether Barry had used the trigger word and told her to strip, and then left her in a hypnotic trance. But no, he decided, she was acting perfectly normally. Rising to his feet, his penis solid, straining within his tight jeans as he glimpsed her inner petals protruding between her full vaginal lips, he moved to the back door.