I DID IT HER WAY

 Kathy was one of the most popular girls in college, and in my
opinion, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She has long
dark brown hair that shines like burnished copper in the
sunlight. She has a small turned up nose and slightly parted lips
that look like she is going to kiss you 

Our Sociology professor had asked us to team up with a member of
the opposite sex to do a study on the effect of crowded living
conditions on human development. Here was my chance to say
something to her, instead of stuttering out an embarrassed Hi
when I passed her on campus.

She was talking to three other girls when I approached her.
"Pardon me Kathy, but I was wondering if you had a partner for
the sociology project yet?

Kathy looked at me with slight annoyance on her face. "Who are
you?"

My name is Bill and we have been taking the same course, in the
same lecture hall, for the entire semester and she doesn't even
know who I am.

"I am in the same sociology class as you. I wonder if you would
consent to be my partner for Professor Walter's sociology
project?" This was coming out all wrong. It sounded more like a
marriage proposal. It was just that she had me all nervous and
tongue-tied. I just melt when she looks at me with those big
brown eyes.

All of them were laughing at me. "Who is the dork?" asked
Amanda.

"I think it's a geek from the 5th grade, with a face like a
troll." Diane said with a giggle.

"Who are you going to team up with?" Jennifer asked. "Is it going
to be Larry, Doug or Scott?"

"Wait a minute," Kathy said. "Those guys only think with their
dicks. This report determines if you get a credit or not. What
did you say your name was?"

"It's Bill." I know my face was a flaming red.

"Now I remember you. You're that brainy guy that sits in front.
Meet me after class and we'll talk about it."

I floated into class on cloud nine. Who says dreams can't come
true.

Knowing Kathy's course schedule by heart, I skipped my last class
so that I could wait for her outside the lecture hall. I must
have waited an hour or more before she finally came out, talking
to her same three friends.

"There you are Billie; I forgot I was supposed to meet you." (My
name is Bill, not Billie. I hate that name; it's like I am a
little boy or something.) "You wanted to ask me something; so get
down on your knees in front of me and ask me." 

Her friends were all laughing. I was embarrassed, but I started
to do what she told me. Now even Kathy is laughing at me.

"Its OK Billie, you don't have to do that. I was only teasing
you. I'll agree to be your project partner. I only have one
question."

"Thank you, thank you Kathy. I'll work very hard to ensure we
produce a good report. What was your question?"

"How much are you going to pay me to be your partner?"

"It's, it's supposed to be a team, I, I don't think I am supposed
to..."

That's when I noticed they were all laughing at me again. They
found it hilarious. I was just trying to get Kathy as my
partner.

"I was just kidding; you don't have to pay me."

"You should have made the geek pay," Jennifer said still amused,
"and made him lick your feet."

"Now that's not very nice," Kathy responded with a slight smile.
"Can't you see he is all red in the face and starting to
stutter?"

Things did not work out quite the way I expected. I envisioned us
spending many hours together on the project and getting to know
each other. In reality Kathy spent less than an hour with me
during the first two weeks. I knew she was popular, that she
dated 3 or 4 guys, but I had hoped for a lot more time than that.
Her normal excuse, any time I tried to get some time with her
was, "I have a date tonight. Be a sweetie and do my part too."

The interim report was due and Kathy wanted to know if we were
ready. She had spent so little time on the project she had no
idea of the status. "I am a little behind because you have not
given me much time. Maybe we could spend a couple hours together
tonight and finish it."

"That's impossible. Be a good boy, finish the intern report for
me, and for your reward I'll go out with you next Wednesday."

My heart was singing, although I tried to appear reluctant so
Kathy would not know how happy I was.

 She did not tell me what she wanted to do on the date, and I did
not want to bring it up in case she remembered something and
cancelled our date. I finally decided to wear a suit. 

This was my best chance to make a good impression on her. My
parents are reasonably wealthy, and I drive a late model
Mercedes. I am rather small, about 5 feet 6 inches tall and
slender build. I have seen some of the guys she goes out with. I
think they are football jocks. I may not be able to compete on a
physical basis, but by showing her a good time and that I care
for her, I should do all right.

I was to meet her outside her dorm at 6:30, so to be sure I got
there at six. It was after seven before she finally came out.
When I saw her my heart started pounding. This was a living
dream. She was wearing some kind of short blue jean skirt and a
tight white T-shirt.  When she got in the car, I could see her
nipples poking through the shirt and her skirt rode up almost to
her panties.

She wanted to dine at Alfrado's, the most expensive restaurant in
town, then see the movie called Betty's Romance. She had 2
cocktails before dinner after warning me she did not go out with
drunk drivers, so I drank ice water. She ordered lobster, the
most expensive item on the menu, and some kind of Italian wine
that cost $30.00 a bottle. She let me drink some of the wine, and
believe me, it was not worth thirty dollars.

The movie was totally boring. After it was over, she said none of
her boy friends wanted to take her to see it. I could see why.

I drove her back on campus and parked in front of her dorm. I was
a little nervous. Kathy smiling said, "You don't know what to do
next, do you?"

"I was wondering if I could kiss you?"

"You are so sweet. Here, I am going to give you a treat." She
pulled up her T-shirt exposing her beautiful breasts. Pulling my
head to her breast, she said, " Suck my nipple. That's it, now
flick your tongue back and forth across it. Good, now lick it.
Now suck some more. OK, now do the other one." I was in heaven
doing what she wanted. "Now bite my nipple gently and pull it
with your teeth."

She slapped me hard on the side of my face. "I said gently, you
asshole." I tried my best to do it the way she wanted. "That's
better, now go back and do the first one the same way." She kept
me at it for quite a while. "That's good Billie. You are a good
sucker. Maybe I'll teach you how I like my pussy sucked. Now I
want you to go home and jerk off thinking about me."

That was the best date I ever had. I was a virgin and I think
Kathy sensed that. I thought now we would spend more time
together. It worked out the exact opposite. She felt that having
gone out with me once, she didn't have to do anything on the
project. I asked her once if she would go out with me again and
she said, "No, I have plenty of boyfriends."

It was now nearing the time to hand in the report. I had done it
all myself. If I was going to get another date, it had to be now.
I didn't want to beg, but it came out that way. "Please Kathy, I
did the whole report myself. You said you might go out with me
again. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Please say yes."

"You beg so nicely. OK, I'll go on a date with you Thursday
night, but don't wear that dorky suit."

Prior to my date, I went to a man's clothing store and bought an
expensive pair of casual slacks, and a sports shirt. I was
determined to make a better impression this time. It was dinner
at Alfrado's again and then to a nightclub. She let me have one
drink to her three or four. After the floorshow a small dance
combo took over.

"Dance with me Billie," she said pulling me to the dance floor.

"But, I don't know how to dance."

"Its easy, just follow my lead."

I had to admit Kathy was a good dancer. She would sway her hips
in perfect time to the music. I felt like I had two left feet as
I tried to shuffle a little to the beat. The first dance was
fast. I more or less stood still watching her. She would spin
around and her skirt would fly up. She would stand in front of me
and bump her hips like she was having intercourse with me, or
turn around and rub her bum against me.

I was glad the second dance was slow. Kathy held me tight and I
could feel her rub her breasts against my chest. It was fantastic
because she was not wearing a bra. Then she slowly pushed her leg
between mine and I could feel her hot body tight against me. It
felt so good I stopped trying to dance and just enjoyed the feel
of her body.

Then she pushed me away. "You are totally useless. Go sit down
while I dance with him," she said in a loud voice pointing to a
guy standing close by. Totally humiliated, I went back to the
table. How could she do this to me in front of all these people?
And, how did she know that guy would dance with her? He could
have been with someone or something. Was she flirting with him
while she danced with me?

At first I was to embarrassed to even look at them dance. I
ordered another drink. To hell with her and her one drink limit,
I was going to drink all I wanted. I could not help myself, I had
to watch them. It made me jealous to see Kathy press her body
against him, and then slide her leg between his and slowly lift
her knee to rub his crotch. I knew how good that felt and how
horny it made me feel. I could not watch any more, so I turned my
back to the dance floor and sipped my drink.

When I realized it was getting late. I looked at the dance floor
and Kathy was not there. There were only seven or eight couples
left on the floor. Now I was really hurt. Had Kathy gone home
with that guy and left me sitting there by myself? I didn't know
what to do. Should I go home? What if she came back? Still, I
felt awkward sitting in a nightclub by myself, when most of the
people had gone home.

I had finally decided I would finish my drink and go home, when I
saw Kathy come through the front door. "Oh good you are still
here, are you mad at me?"

I was both relieved and angry. "Where did you go? You went
somewhere with that guy, didn't you? How could you leave me here
alone, sitting by myself?" I was not crying, but I could feel the
quiver in my voice.

"Come with me. I'll make it up to you," as she took my hand and
pulled me out the door after giving me a quick kiss. "Let's go
back to my dorm room. My roommate is away and guys do not have to
be out until 2 AM. That gives us an hour."

I guess I was more hurt than angry. Besides, it sounded like we
were going to make love. I drove back to campus, and Kathy took
me up to her room.

"Have you sucked pussy before?"

"No," I replied.

"I didn't think so. I'm going to teach you. First, take off all
your clothes including your underwear."

It was kind of embarrassing to get naked in front of Kathy while
she lounged on her bed fully clothed.

"Oh, you have a nice big one. Now jerk yourself until I say
stop," Kathy said with a smirk.

It was kind of degrading to be jerking myself for her amusement.
What did this have to do with pussy sucking?

"OK, stop. Now that you are nice and horny, come over here and
carefully pull down my panties. You are going to French kiss my
pussy. If you please me, I might even let you put it in. Kiss my
pussy and run just the tip of your tongue up and down my slit.
Good, now wiggle your tongue as you do it. Aaah, not bad for a
beginner. Stop right there. Feel that? That's my clit. Flick your
tongue back and forth quickly. Now, suck it gently.

 "I said gently, you twerp! Now thrust your tongue into my pussy
as deep as you can. That's good but do it faster." A few moments
later, "Can't you get your tongue in deeper. Don't forget to
suck. Look, you have to do better than that. Push your tongue in
deep 6 times quickly and then suck me twice; then repeat it.
Count to yourself so you don't get mixed up. Even a moron should
be able to do that."

I must have been doing it right because she was rubbing her pussy
in my face, or jerking my head tight to her pussy by pulling my
hair. Then I could hear her start to moan and felt moisture on my
tongue. "Get your tongue in deep and keep it there. Don't move
it." I could feel her pussy squeezing my tongue.

"I suppose that's not bad for the first time. A little more
training and you should be able to do it better." I started to
get up from between her legs. I had been on my knees at the side
of her bed for close to a hour. She was lying at the edge of her
bed, legs spread, and fully clothed except for her panties.

"Wait, you are not finished yet. Gently blow on my pussy" After a
couple minutes, Kathy with a sigh said, That feels good, now kiss
my pussy and get up. OK it's your turn. I want to see you jerk
off for me."

It was a bit humiliating, but my cock was aching from all that
sexual frustration. So, while Kathy sat on the edge of her bed
with a smile on her face, I started jerking myself off.  " Hurry
up, it's almost curfew."


 The Engagement


I gave Kathy a three-carat solitaire diamond engagement ring. She
liked the ring and would often show it off to her friends.

I was happy just to be seen with her. I know people wondered how
a guy like me could latch on to a girl like her. We were both the
same height, small for a guy, but just right for a girl. I liked
to just look at her, and wonder how come I got so lucky.

On one of our dates, (the usual was dinner at Alfrado's and a
movie), Kathy told me she had to move out of her dorm room. She
was no longer a freshman and all the rooms were reserved for
them. She and her roommate, Amanda, had looked around and could
find nothing suitable. They had one more week left. The only
offer they had was to rent a bedroom in a 3-bedroom house
occupied by 4 guys.

"We get to share the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. I am
worried that living with 4 horny guys, we are going to get fucked
every night."

"There must be some other way," I replied.

"I know of another way. We found this perfect little 2-bedroom
townhouse on the edge of town. You could rent it for us. I would
still collect from Amanda and pay you something back."

"I don't like that idea either."

"Fine, we will move in with the guys since you don't mind them
fucking me."

"Ok, Ok, I'll rent the place for you. How much does it cost?"

"It's only eight hundred a month and it includes all utilities."

"Eight hundred! That's more than I pay for my apartment."

"But, this place is perfect, and when we come home from a date,
if I invite you in, you would not have to leave at 2AM because of
the curfew. I might even let you spend the night with me
sometime. Would you like that?"

"Alright, you win. Give me the address."

"Thank you sweetie. Do it first thing in the morning before it's
gone."

Other than paying her rent, things were about the same as before
we got engaged. She would not set a date for the wedding, and I
still only got one date a week with her. Even then what I usually
got was a goodnight kiss in the car.

When she finally invited me in, I was quite excited. I thought I
was going to get some sex. Coming through the door, I was annoyed
to see Amanda on the sofa with her boyfriend Chuck.

"I am so horny." Kathy coos, "So I am looking forward to a nice
tongue fuck from you Billie."

"Let's go to your room then."

"No. I want them to see how well I have trained you. Now, get
over here, get down on your knees and pull down my panties. I
want them to see what a good boy you are." I had not sucked her
off in a while, and while I liked pleasuring her, I did not want
to do it in front of others. After a stern look from her I did as
she told me.

As I darted my tongue in her pussy, I could hear Amanda say, "Why
don't you do that to me sometime, Chuck? How come I always have
to be the one to suck you off?"

Chuck responded in a sneering voice, "Only a wimp would do
that."

After Kathy's orgasm, made more intense by an audience, she
pushed me away saying, "Now jerk yourself off."

"But Kathy, I don't want to do that in front of them."

"Just do it. Why do you have to argue with me about everything?"

Of course, I did it for her. Looking at her bare pussy, I
realized that Chuck could also see her, as she sat on the edge of
the chair with her legs sprawled wide open. I would have liked
her to show a little more modesty.

As I came, catching my come in my other hand, I could hear Amanda
say, "Looks like she has him pussy whipped and they are not even
married yet."

"He has to learn that my pleasure comes first and that if he gets
off or not is not important."

A couple weeks later, Kathy invited me into her townhouse again.
Amanda was there and I noticed she had been crying.  "Why are you
crying?"

"Kathy is going to kick me out unless I come up with the rent
money I owe. She wants to make me a whore. She told me I could
make rent money by standing on a corner in town and selling my
body to who ever wants it. If I don't come up with it she is
going to throw me out and let her old boyfriend Doug move in. He
has promised her he will pay on time."

"Kathy, surely that can't be true. After all, I'm the one that
pays the landlord."

"I have expenses," Kathy said exasperated. "I count on that money
for clothes, entertainment, and other essential expenses. Doug
will not only pay on time, he is also going to pay for the rent
she owes me. I'm sorry, but I don't have any other choice."

Now Amanda spoke up. "Do you want her ex boyfriend living with
her. They used to fuck all the time. If he moves in, it's just a
matter of time before they start up again. I want to stay here,
but I don't want to be a whore. Couldn't you pay Kathy my rent? I
know you have money, and I would be soo grateful to you and it
would keep Doug away."

"Well, I, I don't know. It seems kind of unusual."

Kathy, now in a softer voice, "I don't care where my money comes
from, as long as I get it and on time. If you want to pay for her
it's OK with me"

"How much do you pay her?"

"I pay her 100 dollars a week. If you pay her for me, I'll show
you my appreciation."

"Just because your boyfriend Chuck and I got carried away once,
is no reason to make a play for my fianc. I give him all the sex
he needs." 

I totally disagreed with her last statement. Not only have I not
made love to her, she makes me beg just to suck her off. She told
me she wants to marry a virgin. However, I did not want Doug
moving in. I knew what he was like. He had short blond hair and a
stocky build. He figured he was a real jock. I hate that type. So
it was agreed, that I would pay Kathy 100 dollars each week.

That summer, on a beautiful Saturday morning, I thought I would
surprise Kathy by taking her to the fair in Stockton, about
twelve miles away. I know she likes the rides and stuff. When I
called on her, Amanda opened the door.

"Is Kathy in?" I asked.

Looking a little surprised she responded, "Sure, I'll get her.
Come in."

Going to Kathy's bedroom door, she knocked loudly saying, "Kathy
get up. Billie is here."

A few minutes later, Kathy still in her short nightie comes out.
"Billie, what are you doing here?"

"It's such a gorgeous day, I thought it would be a good day to go
to the Stockton fair."

Just then, Doug, wearing only his shorts, came out of Kathy's
room.

"Now before you get bent all out of shape," Kathy said promptly,
"Doug drove me home from school yesterday. We talked and had a
few drinks, and before I realized it, it was past 2AM when they
lock the doors at the dormitories.  So I had no choice but to let
him stay overnight."

"I suppose that makes sense. Come on, get dressed and we'll go to
the fair."

"You should have called first. I don't like surprises, and I
could have saved you a trip, because I have already agreed to go
with Doug. You told me you don't like fairs."

"But, but, we are engaged to be married. Why are you going with
Doug?"

"Its not like we are going on a date. He is just taking me to the
fair." Then with a playful push on Doug's back, she says, "Come
on stud, let's get dressed and go."

While they were in Kathy's bedroom getting dressed, I asked
Amanda, "Is Doug around here often?"

"Look, I like you Billie, but if I were you, I would keep Kathy
more under control. For a woman about to be married, she spends a
lot of time with Doug."

"Are you saying she is cheating on me?"

"I am Kathy's friend too, so I don't want to be a tattletale. Let
me give you some advice. Buy Kathy a car. She hates taking the
bus, and I must admit bus service out here is lousy, so when Doug
offers to drive her, she always accepts. She has already picked
out the car she is going to make you buy for her when she marries
you. So, why don't you buy it for her now, and she will not need
Doug to drive her."

That sounded like a good idea. Anything that got Doug out of her
life and mine had to be a good thing. Telling her it was an early
wedding present, I bought the car she wanted. It was a
convertible, totally impractical, but it was the car she wanted.




MARRIED LIFE

Kathy made my day when she suddenly said lets get married. I was
always so worried that something would come up that would cause
her to change her mind.

We had a quick wedding, a reception that lasted half the night,
then an early morning flight to Barbados for our honeymoon. I
don't mind admitting I was excited. I was finally going to make
love to Kathy.

Barbados was beautiful. We checked into the honeymoon suite of
our hotel, and Kathy started working on her suntan. We had red
snapper for dinner, watched a native floor show and returned to
our room about 10pm. My nerves were tingling with excitement.
Earlier I had champagne sent to the room. I heard that champagne
put girls in the mood. After 2 glasses, I could wait no longer.

"Kathy, let's go to bed and make love."

"I'm tired. Let's do it some other time."

" I have waited so long for this. You said you would as soon as
we got married. So, please, please Kathy have intercourse with
me."

"OK, if you insist," she said as she quickly stripped off all her
clothes except her bra, and lay on her back.  She spread her legs
wide saying, "If I fall asleep before you are finished, make sure
you turn off the lights before going to sleep."

"But Kathy, I want to kiss you; I want to kiss your breasts.
Please take off your bra so I can touch you."

"My tits are a bit sunburned. If you want to fuck, then fuck,
don't whine about it."

This was not the way I had pictured it; but she was now my wife,
and it was our honeymoon, so I was going to make love to her. I
got on top of her and got my penis into her. I thought once I
started having intercourse with her she would respond. She did
not. At one point she even yawned saying, "Hurry up, will you." I
did get to ejaculate but it was nowhere near as good as I thought
it would be.

The next morning I thought she might be in a better mood. She let
me kiss and suck her pussy, but that was all. Later when I tried
to kiss her, she pushed me away saying it was breakfast time.

She wanted to play tennis. I don't play, but the resort had club
pro's that would play if you don't have a partner. The tennis pro
had me picking up the balls Kathy missed and handing them to her.
When the match was over she kissed him to thank him for a good
game. That annoyed me because that morning, she did not kiss me.

Later that day, I took her into town so she could do some
shopping. One of the things she bought, which I considered
obscene, was a bikini. Ties held on the bottom. It would be easy
to pull one of the strings and the bikini bottom would fall off.
She also bought a romance novel and we headed to the beach to
relax in the sun.

When we arrived, she shocked me by removing her top. There were a
few women topless, but most were not. When we were going
together, it used to make me feel good to see guys drooling over
her and wondering how I got so lucky. I used to say to myself,
"Eat your heart out boys, she's all mine." Now that I was
married, it bugged me to see guys stand around looking at her
body, while she lies on her back reading her book.

That evening for dinner we had lobster, one of Kathy's favorites,
and I ordered oysters for her because I read somewhere it was
supposed to make women feel sexy. I served her drinks while she
lay on the bed reading.

I was a little bit apprehensive after what happened last night,
but around eleven o'clock I got up my nerve and said, "Lets put
out the light and make love."

"You go ahead sweetie. I want to finish my book. When you do it,
lean to one side so that I can read."
It was a repeat of last night. She spread her legs, kept her bra
on, and let me have intercourse with her. She would show no
emotion, nor would she respond to my thrusts with any kind of
movement. It made me feel like I was making love to a corpse. 

For a second morning in a row she would let me suck her, but no
kissing. That day we went on the Captain Morgan pirate ship party
cruise. I was sure a day of drinking and food would put her in
the mood. One of the ships crewmembers danced a little with Kathy
then asked her if she would like a tour of the ship. Kathy
accepted and they were gone. Later I realized they had been gone
close to an hour so I went looking for them. I found them coming
out of a cabin, Kathy laughing at something he had said.

"Oh there you are Billie. We were looking for you."

That evening as she lay on the bed watching TV, I tried again.
"Kathy, I want to make love to you, not just have sex."

"Do it then; I want to watch this program." I went to kiss her
thinking I could warm her up that way. "Get your head out of the
way. How do you expect me to see the TV?"

So that was how the rest of the honeymoon went. I got sex of
sorts every night and she got sex each morning when I sucked her
off.

Not long after returning to our new home, Kathy surprised me
saying she was pregnant. "You can't know if you are pregnant or
not. We have only been married for a month."

" I am. I'm entering my fourth month."

"But that means you were pregnant before we were married. Why
didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to spoil your honeymoon. Why, would you not have
married me if you had known?"

"Of course I would have married you."

"Then, that is why I am telling you now. Another reason is the
doctor told me, that once I reach my fourth month, I should stop
having intercourse. It could harm my baby. Oral sex is Ok, so we
need to go back to what we used to do, that is suck me off, then
jerk yourself off."

"So, who is the father? Don't tell me, I think I know. Its Doug
isn't it?"

"You are very perceptive dear. He is the real father but you have
an important roll also as the pretend daddy."

As the months went bye, I kept busy at work. Kathy was getting
sex the way she liked it and fussed around getting the baby's
room ready and buying a crib, stroller, and stuff like that.

When the baby was born, the first thing I noticed was his light
blond hair. Kathy has dark brown hair and my hair is black. Of
course, Doug's hair is blond.

A few months later Kathy said, "Doug wants to come and see his
son. As my son's real father he has legal rights. He is concerned
that if he comes, you are going to get all huffy. To show him
there are no hard feelings, I want you to call him and invite him
to dinner."

"But, I don't want him here. He has already caused too much
trouble."

"He is Douglas's father, (why did she have to pick that name,) so
he has every right. If you won't let him come here, then I'll
take his son to him. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not. OK, tell him he can come."

"No," Kathy said with a slight smile on her face, "I want you to
telephone and invite him."

Since she had the baby, she had me doing most of the cooking and
cleaning, saying she was to busy or to tired. I guess my full
time job did not count. The night Doug was coming over she had me
busy making dinner, while she had a bath and put on makeup.

When the doorbell rang, Kathy was sitting on the sofa, while I
was in the kitchen. "Get the door dear," Kathy shouted. I had to
let him in, then return to the kitchen, while they sat on the
sofa drinking white wine.

"Hurry up with dinner sweetie, we're hungry." I know she doesn't
mean it but her tone embarrasses me. They spent most of the meal
talking to each other. I was starting to feel left out. When
dinner was over, they had more drinks in the den, while I cleaned
up the kitchen and did the dishes.

When I came to join them, Kathy shocked me again. "I heard that
it is very comforting to a mother, to have her child nurse on one
breast while the child's father nurses on the other. I want to
try it. If this is to intense for you to watch, we'll go
upstairs."

"But, I don't think..."

"Come with me Doug," Kathy said as she grabbed his hand and led
him upstairs to our bedroom and closed the door.

I was angry, jealous, and humiliated. I tried to watch
television, but I could not concentrate. Finally I could not
stand it any more. I had to go up and find out what was
happening. I made my way quietly down the hall. When I got to our
bedroom, the door was closed but by listening carefully I could
hear most of what was being said.

First it was his voice. "Kathy, I have sucked both of your tits
and it's given me an aching hard on. It's only fair, I sucked
you, now it's your turn to suck me."

Then I could hear my wife. "I am a married women now. I shouldn't
be doing that anymore."

"I'm not asking for a fuck, just a blow job. Come on, just open
your mouth so I can stick it in."

"I don't do that for Billie so why should I aaah..."

I could hear what sounded like kissing, and then Doug's voice
again. "Oh, that felt soo good!"

"You devil, I didn't say you could do that."

So our marriage was off to a rocky start. One year later I was
still having very unsatisfactory sex, but the good news was Doug
was dropping around less and less.

One weekend Kathy got a call from her ex roommate Amanda. She
said she and Doug were going to get married and she wanted Kathy
to be maid of honor. Kathy slammed down the phone in a rage.
"That two bit slut wants to marry Doug, the father of my child.
If she thinks she can steal him from me, I have news for her.
I'll teach that whore to mess with me. Now I know why I haven't
seen much of Doug lately."

I was surprised at how angry Kathy was. They used to be best
friends. Then she told me her plan to get even. "I am going to
get her over here, drug her, and let you fuck her while I take
pictures. Maybe when Doug sees what a slut she is he won't be so
anxious to marry her."

"Isn't that a little extreme? I don't know her well, but any time
I met her she seemed quite nice."

"You know nothing. I lived with her, I know her well and she is
nothing but a fucking bitch.

"You must know I am mad at you. That's why I am not giving you
the kind of sex you want."

"I knew you seemed angry, but I did not know why. What did I do
wrong?"

"If you don't know, I'm certainly not going to tell you, but you
do this for me and I'll give you the loving sex you long for."

I agreed after she said she would give me a pill that would make
me mellow but horny and that I could fuck her afterwards as a
special treat without a condom.

The following night she invited Amanda over. Kathy made the
drinks and I could see her put a pill in Amanda's drink and a
different one in mine. It did not take long before Amanda was
sprawled half-unconscious on the sofa. Kathy pushed up Amanda's
skirt and ripped off her panties. Next she unzipped me and pulled
out my penis. It felt so good to have her hand on me. It must
have been a strong pill because I liked Amanda yet I had a raging
hard on, and Kathy's soft stroking made me want to do it. Amanda
did not move much but her hot wet tight pussy soon had me coming.
As I pulled out I felt remorse over what I had done. Kathy gave
me another pill to relax me. Whatever it was had me in a semi
conscious state. I could not tell reality from my dreams.

In one dream, Kathy had a thin rope around Amanda's neck choking
her; in another I was floating through the air on a magic carpet.
The next thing I remembered was being shook awake by a policeman.
"I am arresting you for the rape murder of Amanda Hamilton. You
have the right..."

I thought this was a dream also until I felt handcuffs being put
on my wrists.

The following day Kathy visited me in jail. "I got you a good
lawyer. He is a young guy, kind of cute, and the law firm he
works for is giving us a discount because he has never been
involved in a murder case before."

That should be no problem; I may have had intercourse with her
but I did not kill her.

The time leading up to my trial went slowly broken up by Kathy's
twice-monthly visits. On one of her visits she told me that Doug
had moved in with her. I was mad and jealous but Kathy said I was
just being silly.

Another time she brought me some pornographic pictures of her and
Doug. She said a friend of Doug's took them. "I know you get no
sex so I thought you could jerk off looking at the pictures of
Doug and I. Doug thought you could sell them to other prisoners
after you are through with them. He said if you like, he could
have many more hard core pictures taken and you would have lots
of pictures to jerk off to and sell. He thought you might want to
split the profits with him. What do you think?"

"How could you even suggest such a thing. What makes you think I
would want to see pictures of my wife being fucked by some other
guy?"

"I'm just trying to be helpful honey. By the way, one picture is
missing. The young guard that frisks me each time I come wanted
the one where I am kissing Doug's ass, so I gave it to him. He is
good looking and he wants to go out with me. I told him I would
like to but because I am married I would have to ask you. So, can
I go with him?"

"No you can't. You show him dirty pictures of you, then he asked
you to go on a date. He expects to have sex with you. I am doing
without sex, so should you."

"But honey, that's why I brought you these pictures."

The trial finally began. The first witness called by my lawyer
was my wife. The judge reminded Kathy that as my wife she was
under no obligation to testify. Kathy insisted saying she felt
her testimony would help my case.

My lawyer, " Mrs. Davidson tell us in your own words the sequence
of events on the night of the murder."

"I was out with Doug, that's Amanda's fianc, having a couple
drinks and discussing wedding plans. I had previously agreed to
meet Amanda at my apartment about eight o'clock, so at about 7:45
I left Doug and went home. When I unlocked the door I was shocked
to see Amanda sprawled nude on the sofa and Bill, my husband,
partially undressed sitting on the floor slumped against a chair.
At first I thought they were both dead. I went to the telephone
and dialed 911 and waited for the police. Bill had a crush on
Amanda, that's why I don't think he killed her."

My memory was very hazy about that night, but I thought Kathy had
been with me all night. Did she go out later? Between my dreams
and hallucinations I was not sure what happened.

Then it was the District Attorneys turn to question Kathy. "You
said Bill Davidson, your husband had a crush on Amanda Hamilton.
Is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

I liked Amanda but I would not say I had a crush on her.

"Did he know Amanda was going to marry Doug?"

"Yes he did."

"Is it possible that Bill wanted to prevent this marriage?"

I had seen enough trials on TV to know this is where the defense
lawyer is supposed to object saying this calls for a conclusion.
I glanced at my lawyer and he seemed as interested in finding out
as the DA

"I never thought of that, but it is possible. I know he didn't
like Doug."

Kathy told me her testimony would help me but I was finding it
difficult to see how. Besides it was Kathy that did not want the
marriage to take place. I remembered the dream where Kathy was
strangling Amanda with a cord.

Then the DA summed up his case. DNA proved it was my semen in
Amanda's vagina. A fingerprint expert said a partial print on the
nylon rope used to strangle Amanda strongly indicated it was mine
although positive proof was impossible. He said I was alone with
her at the time of the murder. No one else could have done it
because Kathy had to unlock the door when she came in.

The jury took a little more than an hour to reach their verdict;
GUILTY.

My lawyer turned to me and said, "That's a bummer."

Glancing over my shoulder, as I was lead away, I could see Kathy
and Doug holding hands. If only I could remember more clearly
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MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE

How is it possible for a dream to turn into a nightmare?

The Dream
I married my childhood sweetheart. Kathy was the only girl I ever
wanted, in fact, the only girl I ever dated. I would best
describe her as a petite sexy blond. Her long honey blond hair
framed her innocent looking little girl face. She was 20 years
old when I married her but her big green eyes, the way she would
often bite her lower lip, and the way she would giggle made her
look more like 15.

Every guy in college was after her, but she did not date much.
Rumor had it that her two ex boyfriends had both raped her. She
liked me because I was shy and did not try and feel her up every
date. Her goodnight kisses used to get me soo hot, but she let me
know she was not interested in sex until she married. Soon after
I graduated and found a job we were married. For 5 months I was
living the American dream. I had a new wife, a new job, and a new
house. Then disaster struck.

Nightmare 1
The recession had struck suddenly and deeply. Only a month ago
Kathy and I attended our first Christmas party at my boss's
place. All employees had received a Christmas bonus and to
celebrate everyone was invited to a party, and could bring their
husbands or wives. That was my first mistake, letting my
lecherous boss see Kathy. Fred was about 50 years old. He had
been married and divorced twice. I liked my job, though Fred
often made it difficult with his arrogant demanding ways. 

The night of the party he came to our table and after I
introduced him to Kathy, spent a good part of the evening dancing
with her. I didn't mind that part as I don't care much for
dancing and Kathy loves it. When Fred left the table for a few
minutes, Kathy said I have to talk to you.  She complained my
boss kept trying to feel her up and he talked dirty to her.

 "What did he say?"

  "During the last dance he said I would look good on my knees in
front of him sucking his cock. The previous dance he tried to get
me to go with him to his bedroom so he could seduce me. I am
afraid he is going to make me go with him." 

I was angry, but he is my boss, so I tell her to just refuse the
next time he asks her to dance.

 At the same table with us sat Charles, a co-worker hired about
the same time as I, and his wife Diane. When Kathy refused my
boss's next dance, he got annoyed, then went to Diane and danced
with her. He was even more obnoxious with Charles wife than he
had been with mine. He would make her do open mouth kissing and
he felt her ass through her miniskirt. We all had a lot to drink
by this time, but at one point he put her hand on his cock
through his pants. The next dance he backed Diane against a wall
and dry humped her. I couldn't stay quiet any longer. 

"Don't you see what he is doing to your wife? How can you put up
with that?"

 "He is just having a good time, beside, what can I do? He is my
boss too you know."

 Maybe it was because they were both black that he thought he
could get away with that. I had to admit though, that Diane was a
young pretty black girl in her sexy white mini dress.

That was a month ago, and now I was called into my boss's office.
He told me that the recession was cutting into his profits, so to
reduce costs he had to let me or Charles go. The remaining one
would have to pick up the slack. This would mean working every
Saturday and 3 nights a week with no extra pay. I did not like
the idea, but with a recession in full bloom my chances of
getting a job elsewhere were nil, so I accepted and so had
Charles.  Since we had both agreed to work overtime with no extra
pay, Fred said he would give the job to whoever wanted it the
most. His plan was for each of us to invite him to our homes for
dinner. As a bachelor, he liked pretty girls making a fuss over
him, so each of our wives should wear something sexy for him, and
cook him a good dinner. I did not like the sound of, "something
sexy," and neither did Kathy but we agreed.

The night of the dinner he showed up a half-hour late, and I
could see he had been drinking. Kathy would not wear a mini
skirt, as she said she didn't want him to run his hand up her
bare leg to her pussy the way he had at the Christmas party. She
did wear a blouse with the top 3 buttons undone and no bra so he
could see her breasts when she bent over to serve him. He had a
great time, but Kathy and I were constantly embarrassed. He told
me I should call him Sir from now on to show some respect, and if
he says kiss my ass, I should say which cheek. He thought it was
a funny joke, but I felt like telling him what he could do with
his job, however I had a mortgage to pay and a new wife to look
after.

 He was even worse with Kathy asking her things like how many
guys had she fucked before me, did she like sucking cock, and did
she make out with her teachers for better grades. He said most
dads and brothers loved fucking submissive little girls like her,
and he wanted Kathy to tell him about the times she had been
fucked at home. Kathy in tears denied all these things. Then he
told her I wanted to see her pleasure him. I told Kathy this was
not true. I was embarrassed and Kathy was in tears, but I could
see all of this was turning him on. 

After dinner he made Kathy sit on the sofa beside him while we
watched a porno movie he had brought. I sat on a chair near the
kitchen door as he ordered me to bring them drinks and make
snacks. He told me as host, I should not drink so that I could
serve them better. It was like he was going out of the way to
humiliate me in front of my wife. It was worse for Kathy. He had
the lights turned off so it was difficult to see but I think he
was feeling her up. Every once in a while I would hear her say in
her soft voice, "Stop that," or, "Don't make me do that," but
after a while I think she just gave up and let him do what he
wanted. 

Later I heard him say, "Now that was good; that's the way I like
you to show me respect." It was so dark I could not see what my
wife did, nor was I sure I wanted to know. I breathed a sigh of
relief when he finally left about eleven.

 Kathy was mad. "How could you just sit there? He practically
fucked me right in front of you and all you did was bring him
drinks." That night I slept in the guest bedroom.

Three days later I was called into his office again. "I have made
up my mind and you are history, because you can't match the offer
Diane and Charles gave me, so consider this your one weeks notice
and clean out your desk by Friday."

 I started to panic. "But wait, you didn't even give us a chance
to match their offer. I'm sure we would agree to whatever they
did."

 "OK, I'll give you one chance as I prefer white women to black.
If you agree to everything they did the job is yours. You already
know your part; work every Saturday and 3 nights a week for no
extra pay. Kathy will come to my house every Friday afternoon,
cook my dinner and have it ready for me when I get home from the
office. After dinner she will act as hostess for my guests if I
have any, or be my maid if I don't. She will stay overnight at my
place so she can get up early on Saturday and clean my house, do
my washing and ironing, make my breakfast and lunch, and go home
in the afternoon. This should not be a problem for you as you
work Saturdays anyway."

That bastard, he was playing one couple off against the other. I
did not think Kathy would go for it but I had to try. Otherwise
there goes my job, my house, and probably Kathy as I would be a
husband that could not support her. At first she flatly refused
saying she would prefer to go back and live with her parents. I
kept pleading with her saying, " I'll start looking for another
job right away, and as soon as I have a job offer I'll quit,
probably won't take more than a month."

 "So are you saying you don't mind him having sex with me?" Kathy
asked. 

"He won't lay a hand on you. I'll make sure he understands that.
You are there as a maid only." 

"You are so nave," Kathy sighed.

So, I kept my job under the new circumstances. 3 nights a week I
worked until nine at night, only to come home to a cold supper.
Then Kathy suggested I eat out those nights. It was only later
that I found out Kathy was cooking his dinner those nights also.
I noticed changes in Kathy. She used to be perky and full of fun,
now she seemed sad and withdrawn. It seamed like she was mad at
me most of the time and our sex life went down the drain.
Saturdays used to be our big night. We often went out to dinner
and a movie to celebrate the weekend, but now Kathy was getting
home later and later on Saturdays, until one night it must have
been after eleven when she got in, and I could smell liquor on
her breath.

I was annoyed. "Where have you been? Why didn't you call? I was
worried about you." That let out all the pent up anger Kathy had
been holding. 

 "You are not worried about me. All you are worried about is your
stupid job. Why else would you let your boss fuck me whenever he
likes, and make me do other degrading things to please him. You
are so clueless, why do you think I am not giving you any sex?
Your boss wants to be the only one getting into my pussy, while
you have to jerk off. What do you think he does every Friday
night and now on about 2 other occasions during the week? He
laughs that he is fucking your wife while you work at his office
for no pay. 

" He likes the fact that he gets all the sex he wants from me
while you get none. He plays you for a sucker while he makes me
suck him off. Remember last Saturday when he called you at work?
I was licking his balls and sucking his cock while he talked to
you on the phone. I'm not a maid; I'm a sex slave. I let him
spank me because it gives him a hard on. I let him suck my
breasts until they are sore just because he likes to do it. He
makes me suck his toes and lick his asshole because degrading me
turns him on, and all because you want to hang on to your job."

"I had no idea this was going on. I'll see him first thing in the
morning and tell him I quit; also that I am going to report him
to the police."

 When I confronted him in his office he just smirked. "I like
this arrangement. When I proposed this to Charles and Diane they
both said no. I only told you they had agreed so that you would
also.  This arrangement ends when I get tired of fucking your
wife. Until then you do exactly as I say. I have decided I want
your wife to stay with me Saturday night as well as Friday. I
want to teach her how to please me more. That should not matter
to you, as you don't get any anyway. Ha Ha.

 "As to quitting, if you try and quit I'll have you arrested and
sent to prison for embezzlement. I have already cooked the books
to make it look like you are stealing from me. So go back to your
desk and get to work. I am not paying you to argue with me."

 I quit on the spot, walking out and slamming the door as I went.
Kathy was so pleased, "Maybe you love me after all."

A short time later there was a knock on the door; it was the
police. "I have a warrant for your arrest on the charge of
embezzlement. Please come with me."

NIGHTMARE 2

It all happened so quickly. At my trial, even though I had a
lawyer, the evidence presented by my boss's lawyer convinced the
judge, and I was sentenced to 2 years in the state prison. I was
not even allowed to kiss Kathy as I was led away in handcuffs. 
The rest is kind of a blur. Transported to prison in an armored
van, I was fingerprinted, issued a prison outfit and assigned to
a cell. My cellmate was a big black guy doing 5 years for armed
robbery. He had only 6 months left so he would be out before me
even if I got time off for good behavior. He knew all the ropes
and seamed to have pull with the prison guards, plus he was built
like a gorilla. I didn't want to mess with him and he knew it. I
got paid 3 dollars a day for working in the prison laundry and
all prisoners were given 2 cigarettes each day.  Jason, my
cellmate, took my money and cigarettes each day. He called it
payment for protection. I don't smoke so cigarettes meant nothing
but some money would have been nice to buy stuff like books,
candy, newspapers etc. in the prison store. However, I did not
want anything to interfere with my time off for good behavior,
nor did I want to get beat up by Jason.

After the first month we were allowed visitors once a week, and
conjugal visits once every 2 weeks. I eagerly awaited Kathy's
first visit even if it was in a big room with other prisoners and
watching guards. We were escorted into the large room and sat at
a table, then the visitors were allowed in to sit on the other
side, with guards watching to see nothing was passed to the
prisoners. Kathy was easily the most stunning visitor. She wore a
mini skirt and open V-neck blouse. Her blond hair shimmered in
the artificial light and her saucy walk made me ache for her. Of
course my first question was how was she doing.

 "I had to move in with your old boss. He got a court order to
seize our house, sell it and keep the difference.  He threaten to
report me to the police as a prostitute unless I moved in with
him There was nothing else I could do, I had no source of income,
so it was either peddle my ass on the street or move in with him.
We now live together like man and wife. He likes to humiliate me
by making me sleep with some of his customers, or he gives me to
one of his salesman for the night as a reward for top sales, and
he fucks me about 3 times a week. He gets off on making me suck
his cock and lick his balls or stick my tongue in his ass. He
makes me talk dirty to him. If I don't say it with conviction he
slaps my face." 

So my nightmare continues. I'm in jail while my ex boss, who put
me here, sleeps with my wife. However, she has forgiven me and
agreed to come next week for our first conjugal visit.

Back in my cell Jason wanted to know who the blond was and how a
dork like me could ever get a girl like that. It seems single
guys like Jason, if they had the right connections could get a
girlfriend to come for their conjugal visits which took place in
one of six cabins, all in a row near the back wall of the
prison.

 "Maybe we should trade. I'll fuck your wife and you can fuck my
women," he joked. It was a sick joke at best. I thought nothing
more about it until one night after lights out Jason said, "The
price of protection just went up. Either we trade next week or I
remove my protection. Do you know what happens to people like you
in prison with no protection? We stretch your asshole with a
wooden plug so that you can take all the cocks that are going to
be stuffed up your ass. You become an expert cocksucker because
you are going to get so much practice. By the time you get out of
here you won't be able to get a hard on, and the only sex you
will want, will not be from your wife but from her boyfriend.
I'll give you a half-hour to get your wife to agree to the trade
or you are on your way to becoming a sissy boy." 

At first I said no way, but the more I thought about it, what
choice did I really have? I could even die in prison if I didn't
go along, so reluctantly I told Jason that I would try and talk
Kathy into it.

NIGHTMARE 3
Kathy looked shocked when I told her, yet she didn't put up as
much of a fuss as I expected. The agreement being I was to bring
Kathy next door to the cabin where Jason was, then return to my
cabin with his girlfriend. Entering his cabin the first thing I
saw was Jason lounging on the bed wearing only a robe, open in
front, showing his half hard dick. Kathy's eyes widen when she
saw the size of it. Beside him was a fat middle aged black woman.
Jason said. "I decided my girlfriend's mother would be a more
suitable companion for you. This is Bulah. Why don't you suck her
cunt while your wife sucks my cock, as a way of introducing us to
each other."

Kathy had no fight left in her. She just went over to Jason and
got between his knees. Bulah lifted her skirt. She was not
wearing anything underneath and her body odor was bad. I don't
think she has had a bath in weeks. "Come on boy, show mama a good
time. Get busy with that tongue."

 Fighting nausea, I did as she asked. Jason sighs, "Damn, your
wife is good at that. I like the way she takes it right down her
throat. Bulah, take lover boy next door, I want to be alone with
this hot bitch."

 "Get a move on," Bulah said, "and your cock had better be better
than your tongue or I'm going to whip your ass."

 I did not look back. It would be too much to see my wife sucking
someone else's cock, something she has never done for me.

 Back in our cabin I could not get a hard on. She was just too
fat and ugly. It made her mad and she beat me with her belt, then
made me suck her off. It was disgusting. I had to fight to keep
from throwing up.

Back in the cell, Jason was in top spirits. "Your wife is a
really good fuck. She agreed to come back and see me in 2 weeks.
Maybe I'll take a picture of her sucking me off so that you can
have something to jerk off to. Better yet, I think I'll take
several pictures of her getting fucked. There are lots of horney
guys here like you, that get no sex and would be happy to buy
pictures from me. Since she is your wife I'll give you one
free."

The following week I told Kathy she does not have to do this, and
what Jason was planning for her if she showed up next week. Kathy
said it didn't matter. Jason had told her what he would do to me
unless he got her willing co-operation. "Fucking one more guy
does not make much difference. Fred has made me go to work for
him as his personal secretary. He makes me dress like a slut and
often I have to suck him off under his desk. Every Thursday night
I spend with the top salesman of the week and if a customer
places a big enough order he gets me for the weekend. Of course
Fred still likes to fuck me three times a week. So what is one
more cock?"

What could I do? I was trapped between Jason and Fred. My best
bet was to do whatever was necessary to get my parole, then get
Kathy and move far away from here.

 Next visitor's day I did not even see Kathy as she spent it in
the guest cabin with Jason. He did take pictures of her, told her
to get them developed, 12 copies each and bring them to me on her
next visit. I looked forward to Kathy coming as now I only see
her once every 2 weeks while Jason gets to fuck her and spend
time with her in the cabins on the other week.

 When I saw her walk in, she looked tired and sad. "I don't know
how much more of this I can take. Fred's daughter, Brenda, is
home from college and she is a lesbian. To reward her for good
marks he has given me to her as her personal maid. I sleep on the
floor in her room, if I am not called to Fred's room, or away
entertaining salesmen and customers. She is not only a lesbian
but a sadist also. She has a hard rubber club, something like a
policeman's club that she beats me with anytime I do something
not to her liking. She beats me until I am crying and begging her
to stop. She says this gets her very hot, and she then makes me
suck her off. I spend a lot of time between her legs making her
feel good while my knees ache and my tongue gets sore. Each
morning I bathe her and brush her hair. I lay out the clothes
that she wants to wear, clothes that I hand wash, and help her
dress. I wash her hair and her body, and when she feels like it,
lick her feet.

" The worst part is she makes me drink her pee right from her
cunt. She says every good maid does this. If she wakes up during
the night and needs to go, she makes me get into her bed, I seal
my mouth over her cunt and drink down all she has. I even have to
wipe her ass. Once when she was mad at me, she made me eat the
dirty toilet paper while she watched.

" She loves torturing me. Her club is shaped like a mans penis,
only larger. One of her favorite games is to fuck me with it.
Since it makes her hot I end up sucking her to multiple orgasms
while I ache from having that thing stuffed up my pussy or even
my asshole. I cook and serve her meals and do all the cleanup. I
am going to ask Jason if he can help me."

Knowing Jason, I was not sure this was a good idea, but I was in
no position to help. Time was up all to quickly, so I took the
pictures and returned to my cell. Jason had told me not to look
at the pictures, as he wanted to be first. I didn't have any
money to buy a picture since Jason takes it all, but he said he
would give me one of the non pornographic ones he took. "They
won't bring me much money anyway. The guys want to see her
getting fucked and sucking my dick. I took my buddy Rodger along
to take pictures while I fucked your wife. This made him hard so
I had to let him fuck your wife too. I hope you don't mind"?

NIGHTMARE 4

The following visitor's day Jason returns to the cell all smiles.
"Kathy has agreed to be my whore if I get her away from Fred and
his daughter. I have contacted 2 of my friends on the outside.
They are going to pay a call on Fred, rough him up a bit and take
Kathy to an apartment I own, where she will live with 2 other
girls. They dance at a club that I am part owner of. The Devil's
Hole is a strip bar with a few cozy rooms upstairs. The girls do
lewd dances on stage and customers can buy $25.00 tickets from
the bar for a lap dance. We also use the girls to serve drinks.
They don't get paid for this but they keep all the tips they
make. If a guy wants to get laid, he pays the bartender $100.00
and takes the girl of his choice upstairs for an hour. Again the
girl does not get paid, but a well-satisfied customer will
usually give the girl a tip." 

The next time I saw Kathy she bursts into tears. "I made a
horrible mistake going with Jason's friend. Jason told me I was
going to live with his sister and she would help me get a job.
The reality is I live in an apartment with 2 girls. We have to
dance and fuck customers in his club. That is what I do now. We
are supposed to smile and act sexy all the time. I am told that
if a girl gets 3 complaints they sell her to a South American
whorehouse.

" I thought life with Fred was bad, but this is worse. If we are
not on stage or upstairs with a customer we put on our waitress
outfits and serve drinks. It's nothing more than a short nightie
with no panties and a scoop neck. We are supposed to be very
friendly with customers and let them feel us up. While they may
tip us, the idea is to get them sexually excited so that they
will pay the bar to fuck us. We are to keep a smile on our faces
and act sexy as we serve them drinks. On stage we do erotic
dances, to turn the guys on so that someone will rent us for an
hour when we leave the stage. Jason says I will still meet with
him in the cabin every 2 weeks, but I am to see you only once a
month. By working your other visitor day I can make him more
money."

Now a month goes bye between visits. Kathy's life is worse than
mine. She tells me they are being trained to give more pleasure
to a customer. She wears a but plug at night so it's easier to
fuck her in the ass. She is taught how to deep throat, to
increase the guys pleasure. "They rent us out to bachelor
parties. Last Wednesday I was sent to a party. I got fucked by
everyone there, eleven or twelve guys. The club was paid 1,000
dollars and I made 60 dollars in tips. I don't dare complain
though. Two weeks ago a girl disappeared. We were told she was
sold to a South American house."

THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

The months went by and my heart ached when I heard the stories
Kathy told me on her once a month visits. The only good news was
Kathy was going to have a baby soon, and it happened during the 5
months that we were together, so the child was mine.

 Jason's time was up so he left the jail saying he would still
allow Kathy to see me once a month. The last 2 months of her
pregnancy she did not come, then one visitor's day Jason shows
up. He said I was the proud father of an 8-pound baby girl. That
was the good news.

 The bad news was once a women has a baby she gets stretched too
much to give a guy maximum pleasure. Also she was almost 22,
getting to old for his customers who like them young. Since she
would be gone by the time I got out he felt it was his duty to
tell me what was happening. She would be sold to a South American
whorehouse that specialized in letting men with aids have
unprotected sex with the girls. Jason made more money selling the
girls to this kind of brothel. Generally, the girls will not last
long before they get aids and their health start to fail. When
that happens, the girls are sold again to an exclusive hunting
club.

Here they are fed well for a couple days to build up their
stamina. Then they are stripped naked and sent out in the hunting
club's forest. An hour later, the hunters on horseback with their
dogs come after them. The girls are supposed to run as far in the
woods as possible so the hunters can get some sport hunting them
down and shooting them. Once they are shot it's the dogs turn.
After the hunt, there is a big banquet where the one that made
the kill gets a trophy. So, a good time will be had by all, all
except your wife that is.

Your daughter will be sent to a home for orphans under our
control for 10 years.  She will be educated in English language
and literature and taught French, and of course sex education.
She will not be taught math or science. Her diet will be strictly
controlled and she will be exercised daily to keep her body
supple and compact. We will also work on her mind. She learns
girls are inferior to boys, so they must obey all boys and men
without question.  By the time she is 10 years old we have
created a young sexy submissive bimbo.

At 10 years old we start and get our money back. You can
appreciate that we have fed, clothed, and educated her and we
want our money back and a whole lot more. For the next 3 years we
will rent her out to couples or singles as a maid/companion.
Single men, women, and couples like having a girl under their
complete control, willing to do anything they are asked. Of
course she will be very well trained on how to suck a guy off or
lick a pussy to orgasm.

Our girls are popular with families as well. Often parents do not
want their sons jerking off as they may injure themselves, so our
girls are sent to these families as sex relief for the boys. The
boys often use them as their personal maids as well.

During this period the renters can do anything they want to them
except fuck them.

Once they reach 14, our investment really starts to pay off.
First their virginity is sold, then they go to work in pedophile
strip bars or escort services. In the strip bars they are taught
lewd dancing, naked lap dancing, and if a customer buys a token
from the bar, can take the girl of his choice upstairs for an
hour. The escort girls are rented by the hour, by the day, or by
the week.

A wonderful source of income is the sex movies we use them in.
Popular at the moment are gang rape, and dog fuck movies.

After 4 years of this, the girls are physically and mentally
exhausted. They may be only 18 but they are worn out. Your
daughter will be one final source of income, when we sell her to
a snuff moviemaker.

I am being paroled today. Should be a happy day for me, right?
Wrong; they have decided I know too much, that I will go to the
police. Somehow they made arrangements to have me transferred to
a private sanatorium. There I will be put under heavy sedation.
They are going to sell my body parts. First they will sell my
eyes, then my heart and kidneys because I can be kept alive with
mechanical parts. Last will be my liver and lungs, as I will die
once they are removed. I have nothing to live for anyway. My wife
may already be dead, and my daughter faces a terrible future. Had
I just said no to my old boss Fred, none of this would have
happened. That is the ultimate nightmare.