Chapter 1

Day One

Dave was on his way home from work that morning. He had gone in as usual but almost immediately began to feel ill and had decided to go home. He turned on to Rose St and looked down the block and saw a strange car parked in his driveway. He was sure he knew all his wife's friends and their cars but this one was an unknown. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up as he wondered what was going on.

Dave decided to park up the street from the house and work his way through back yards to home. His wife, Dianka, and her friends always visited around the kitchen table so he would look in the window there to see who was visiting.

Earlier that morning Dianka had kissed her husband goodbye as he left for work and then cleaned up the breakfast dishes and gone upstairs to shower. Stepping into the Master bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror. At 36 she had retained her high school figure. Her 110 lbs were scattered over 5 ft 6 in tall frame to teenage proportions of 36-22-34. Her baby blue eyes returned her stare as she took in her image in the mirror. Blonde hair, without a hint of grey, hung halfway down her back and looked exquisite against her black baby doll top and matching thong bottoms.

Smiling to herself she drew the top over her head and admired her breasts. A little fingertip rub and both her nipples stood to attention. God, she must be horny to react that quickly. A hand into the thong revealed her pussy was soaking wet and a sniff of the juices revealed they were hers, not her husband's from the fucking he had given her the night before. She quickly took the thong off and held it to her nose and inhaled her fragrant bouquet. She loved to masturbate, cream her fingers and suck her juices off. In High School she had half a dozen female lovers before she ever dated a boy. She had been to bed with about two dozen girls before she gave her cherry to Dave Darkness, the class nerd, in their final year of college after she decided he was the one she wanted to marry. Since then her fingers were the only thing that got into her panties besides her husband. Women were a thing of the past and only Dave's was the only cock that got into her. She didn't have a dildo but did have a finger vibrator for her clit as two or three fingers plunged in and out of her pussy.

Keeping the thong in her hand Dianka stepped into the shower and turned it on. Turning her back to the warm spray of water, she raised her thong to her nose and inhaled again as her other hand dropped to her crotch. Her tongue darted out, like a snake striking, and took a lick of the juicy panty crotch. Her fingertip hit her clit as the taste of her own pussy juices assailed her taste buds and Dianka's knees buckled as a powerful orgasm shook her body.

"Oh Fuck," she gushed out loud at the feelings as she almost collapsed to the floor. A second flick of the clit, as she shoved her panties into her mouth, and she exploded again but this times her knees gave out and she sank to them on the shower floor as she sucked on her juices and rammed two fingers in and out of her cunt. Leaning forward, the other hand reached around behind her and slipped a finger into her asshole and began fingerfucking her ass as well. She shivered and shook for the next few minutes as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her in waves, taking her higher and higher to that ultimate nut. Her body went rigid as the mother of mothers orgasm erupted and she collapsed onto the floor on her side. Her body continued jerking in post orgasmic delight as her hand stopped and the shower water sprayed over her body.

Five minutes later, her body under control, Dianka stepped from the shower to dry off. She was upset at giving into her urges because she had just had her hair done the day before and the soaking it had gotten had done it no good. Her body dry and a towel wrapped around her head, Dianka stepped into the Master Bedroom and went to her chest of drawers. Opening one of the lingerie drawers there she withdrew a pair of black stockings and a matching garter belt. A black, semi transparent thong and matching half cup demi bra joined the stockings and garter belt on the bed. Sitting beside them she drew each stocking slowly and sensuously up her leg before fastening them to the garters from the belt already around her waist. She pulled the thong up and looked down at herself. Her neatly trimmed triangle shaped pubic hair patch glowed in golden glory, visible through the sheer thong. She quickly put her bra on and settled her breasts into the half cups and went back to the bathroom to dry her hair.

Dianka was bent over the sink vigorously rubbing the towel and her hair together when she thought she heard something downstairs. She quickly raised her head and looked over her shoulder.

"Fuck, did I lock the door after seeing Dave off?" she wondered. She listened intently but didn't hear anything else. "Must be my imagination," she thought and finished drying her hair. Twenty minutes later, with red rimmed eyes from crying as she tried to crush the tangles out of her hair and kept pulling it, she entered the bedroom and went to her closet. A navy blue skirt, barely long enough to reach her stocking tops, and a pale blue blouse were quickly donned and she went bounding downstairs to get another cup of coffee. She would then call her BFF Tracy and ask if she wanted to go cruising and showing off their bodies at the mall. Both women enjoyed sitting on the benches in the middle of the mall and giving glimpses of their panties as they spread their knees apart or crossed their legs for peepers and voyeurs. They enjoyed boys, maybe 14 or so till 18 and then men over 55 or 60. Those were the ones that if there was no one else around, they would just spread their legs and let them stare as long as they wanted or until someone came by. One man, had to be 62 or 63 had actually sat on a seat across from them and told them to keep their eyes out for anyone and then pulled a nice sized cock from his pants and actually jacked off looking at their panties. That slut Tracy, as he appeared to be ready to unload, had actually ran over, pulled her skirt up and bent over in front of him offering him her ass. He had stood up and sprayed his cum, surprisingly a large amount, over her ass cheeks and thong string, soaking them. She had then casually pulled some tissue from her purse and cleaned the old man's cock for him, tucked it away, zipped him up and gave him a kiss, Dianka would bet with tongue, before she returned to their seat.

Checking to make sure the man had left and no one else was around she had pulled her skirt back up and had Dianka wipe cum off her ass with her fingers and then feed them to Tracy who happily sucked Dianka's fingers like they were the source of the cum.

"You slut," Dianka chided her BFF, "I'm surprised you didn't go to your knees and let him use your mouth as a cum receptacle." Tracy laughed.

"I thought about it, but didn't know if his heart would take me giving him a blowjob in the middle of the mall at 1030 in the morning," she retorted.

She had watched Tracy the other day when a boy, couldn't have been over 14, was staring at their crotches. She grabbed Tracy as she started to rise,

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You are not going over to that kid and offer him what he is staring at now. He can't be over 14 and you don't need to fuck or suck him."

"Oh fuck, Dianka," she pouted. "You know Charley died three years ago and I haven't had any cock in awhile and I bet with the proper encouragement, that boy could fuck me 3 or 4 times before he was through."

"Then do like you normally do and go to a bar tonight, pick up someone, or several someone's over21 and take them home and have them fuck the shit out of you. Just leave that boy alone, we are fueling his masturbation fantasy for the next several months now," Dianka said as she pulled the crotch of her panty aside and inserted a finger into her pussy for the boy.

Thinking about Tracy and her escapades at the mall Dianka never heard anything. Darkness fell over her and she slumped to the living room floor

Dianka attempted to swim up out of the depths of darkness she found herself in.

"Dianka, come on baby, Danni wake up." Dianka heard the voice as from a long distance.

"Come on Danni, please wake up baby." Dianka felt something cool and wet on her forehead. She opened her eyes and saw a blurry swirl but several blinks later and a face began to form out of the blur.

"Tracy? What happened?" Dianka asked her BFF. She realized her head was in Tracy's lap, a wet cloth was on her forehead and Tracy held her hand in both of hers.

"OH Danni, I was so worried. I got here an hour ago, your front door was unlocked and ajar and I found you face down on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. What happened? Did you trip and fall down the stairs?" Tracy asked the concern evident in her tone.

Dianka tried to remember. She had thought she heard a noise while drying her hair but had not heard it again so had finished, gotten the rest of the way dressed and was coming downstairs for coffee and to call Tracy.

"I don't remember it all but I was coming downstairs to get some coffee and then call you. I was thinking about our adventures at the mall over the last month and then nothing," Dianka told her.

"Our adventures at the mall? You mean me letting that old man cum all over my ass and then having you wipe it up and feed it to me, or that young boy I was going to fuck right there in the mall when you stopped me?" Tracy asked as she chuckled at the memories.

"Both..." Dianka began, "Wait a minute! I thought I heard something down here while drying my hair about 5 minutes before coming downstairs. Was that you, letting yourself in and nosing around my kitchen?"

"No honey, I told you that you were here on the floor when I got here. Here let me help you up and over to the sofa," Tracy said. As the brunette helped her sit up Dianka noticed her skirt was up far enough that the crotch of her thong was exposed.

"Enjoy the view while I was out of it?" she asked jokingly.

"Yeah baby, I did" Tracy answered surprising Dianka. She thought she would deny it or hem and haw around it. She knew that one of the reasons Tracy has ran to that old man and turned allowing him to cum over her ass was that she had a nice view of Dianka's upskirt panty shot that the old man was masturbating to.

Dianka started to say something to Tracy about it but decided to let it drop for now. Her head hurt too much to think about things. Tracy helped Dianka to the couch and then sat beside her friend. She draped an arm around Dianka's shoulders and placed her other hand high on Dianka's leg, just below her stocking top and inches from the still exposed crotch of Dianka's thong.

"Is there anything I can get you?" she asked. "A bottle of water, bottle of soda, cup of coffee, anything?" As she talked her hand rubbed upward on Dianka's leg. Less than an inch from her panty crotch Dianka stopped her hand by grabbing it with hers.

"Yeah, water sounds good," she replied as she gently, but forcefully, forced Tracy's hand back down to the top of her stockings. Pretending it was no big thing to her; Tracy bounced up from the couch and started for the kitchen. Inside she was hurt, she wanted her friend, knew her friend had been with women, and was hurt that she acted like she didn't want her. Oh well, soon it would happen and Dianka would be begging her for a chance to feast on her pussy. Tracy smiled in satisfaction at the thought, soon.

"Anything for you babe," Tracy said over her shoulder as she pushed through the swinging kitchen door and stopped looking at the man sitting at the table.

"She wants water Mr. S," Tracy said with evident adoration in her voice.

"I heard," replied the big man sitting there. A bottle of water was shoved toward Tracy and she grabbed it before it fell off the table. She had gotten a very nice check from her husband's life insurance carrier upon his death but found she had a weakness for the ponies. Soon she had lost all of the money and was into a bookie for $50,000. He had been at her house, explaining to her that she needed to sign the title of the house over to him to pay off her debt when a big man, 6'5" 250 lbs short hair and salt and pepper moustache had just walked into the house as if he had owned it.

"OK Bobby, what's the damage?" the big man asked her bookie. "What does she owe you?" Her bookie, only about 6' and 200 lbs, looked at the man in evident fear.

"Fif, fif, fifty big ones Mr. S" Bobby stammered in fear.

"Take my check?" the big man asked, producing a checkbook. Tracy could tell Bobby didn't want to take the check, he had already had her show him the house and said it was perfect, he'd love living in it. Tracy could stay with the house, but only has his whore.

"Of course Mr. S, always for you," Bobby said his defeat evident. Mr. S opened his checkbook and Tracy watched as he wrote Bobby a check for $40,000. Her surprise at the amount was evident on her face as Mr. S looked at her and smiled.

"Think your life is worth $10,000 Bobby?" he asked. He then handed Bobby the check and kept his hand out, waiting for Bobby to hand him the papers to the house. Tracy was amazed at the man's audacity, but found her pussy wetting at the thought of being Mr. S's whore. The man exuded an animal magnetism she found exciting. And there was the fact that Bobby, himself a tough man from what she had heard, was about to piss or shit himself over Mr. S.

"Sure Mr. S," Bobby said as he took the check and handed over the deeds to the property and house. "Always a pleasure doing business with you."

"And living to talk about it?" MR. S asked as he laughed at the bookie. Bobby bowed his head in shame, mortified it was so evident he feared the big man this much. But what could he do? He had heard of Mr. S. for years before he became big enough to attract the man's attention and then only because his partner had crossed Mr. S. The two of them were talking when Mr. S had come up behind Bobby and shoved him aside. Bobby literally left his feet and flew into the building wall ten feet away. Sliding to the ground he looked at the man. The man looked to be in his late 50's but the way he had thrown Bobby like a doll was astounding. Then it hit him, this was the feared Mr. S! The Marine Corps eagle globe and anchor insignia tattoo was there on the right shoulder with the USMC under the anchor. WTF had Danny done to attract this man to them?

"You owe me $100,000 Danny," Mr. S had told his partner.

"Fuck you, old man!" his partner had yelled and swung. Mr. S calmly raised his right hand and caught Danny's punch in it. He gave a twist to it and Danny bent at the waist in pain as it felt his shoulder had dislocated. Mr. S's right knee exploded upward and Bobby heard Danny's nose cartilage break and collapse under the impact with the knee. Mr. S's left hand rose and fell across Danny's elbow and Bobby heard it break, even over Danny's scream, and saw the elbow bend inward, in exact opposite of the way it should bend. Danny collapsed to the ground sobbing in pain from the multiple locations.

"No Danny, FUCK YOU!" the big man said and looked at Bobby. "Tell your partner he has 30 days to get me my money or you will need a new partner, understand?"

"Ye ... Ye ... Yes sir," Bobby stuttered out. It was the first time in his life he had stuttered, but he found himself doing it when confronted by Mr. S. The fact he was a Golden Gloves champion was forgotten at the ease and lack of emotion Mr. S had displayed as he destroyed Danny. All the stories he had heard came back USMC sniper, Viet Nam vet, totally emotionless killer. How the hell did Danny ever fuck this guy over for a hundred grand?

Thirty days later, as the two again were talking in the coffee shop they used as an office, Mr. S had entered and grabbed Danny and hauled him to his feet.

"Times up Danny," he said and straight armed his open palm into Danny's chest. Bobby heard a whoosh as the air left his friend's lungs and a crack as the sternum broke and was forced backward into the heart. His friend dropped dead at Mr. S's feet and the killer then looked at him. "New partner needed Bobby," he said and then walked out.

Bobby raised his head and looked at Mr. S.

"Yes sir," he said. "Always a relief to leave a meeting with you still breathing and unscathed." Bobby had then left and never looked back. Within a week he had decided fuck it and left town.

Tracy had gulped as Bobby closed the door and Mr. S unfastened his belt and pants and let them slide to the floor. He just looked at her and suddenly she knew what he wanted and went to him, fell to her knees and slid his underwear down. Her pussy exploded, flooding her panties in girl juice as her mouth watered at the monster cock that stood before her. Her hand had trembled as she reached for it and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She had slowly jacked her hand up and down the shaft several times and then used her thumb to swirl a drop of precum around the head. Mr. S gasped at the feeling and her tongue came out as she leaned forward to lick the juice off the purple head and then she puckered her lips and sucked on the slit as her hand pumped a few more times and she sucked in the next pearl of pre cum and swirled it around her mouth with her tongue. Her taste buds were delighted and her mouth opened and her head moved forward as more and more cock entered her mouth.

Tracy had estimated the cock at 12 inches and knew she had never had anything that big in her mouth before but she was determined to get this entire magnificent specimen swallowed if it killed her. She had to please this man of her dreams, a man's man, a man other men feared. To put the icing on the cake, in her opinion, he was much older than her 35. She had always had a thing for older men. Her best friend for life Dianka's father had been the man to take her cherry at 16 and she had craved older men ever since.

Tracy free hand began to dip down to her crotch, intending to play with her clit through the thoroughly soaked panties. She had never felt like this over a man and suddenly her cunt spasmed in orgasm again.

"My God," she thought. "He has made me cum twice without either of us even touching my pussy." Her hand continued downward.

"No, leave it alone. I will tell you when to touch yourself," the man that was attached to this magnificent cock commanded. "You will please me and when I am ready I will tell you to touch yourself."

"Oomph" Tracy gasped with her mouth full of cock as the third orgasm hit her with no physical contact. This man was fucking her with his presence and command of her and she was cumming as if a cock the size of one on a horse was hammering into her pussy. She so much wanted to make this man happy and so Tracy grabbed his ass in both hands and pulled him forward as she went forward to meet him. Her nose bumped into his pubic bone just after she felt the head of his cock rip past her gag reflex and on down her throat. She had done it! She had his entire cock swallowed!

The she remembered deep throat artists who swallowed with the cock fully impaled in them and that the throat muscles acted like a hand and milked the cock. So she tentatively swallowed and felt the cock ripple. Maybe this would work if she could keep it down her throat. She attempted to breathe through her nose but couldn't so reluctantly she backed off the cock until she could breathe and then took several deep gulps of air and rammed the cock down her throat again and began swallowing rapidly. Mr. S began panting from the throat job she was giving and Tracy smiled in her mind at the satisfaction she was giving her man.

"HER MAN!!" the thought exploded in her mind. "YES! This is my man; I will do anything for him, ANYTHING!!!"

Then Mr. S gasped and she felt his cock vibrate and instinctively pulled back. She wanted to taste his cum, not have it ejected directly to her stomach. She wanted to roll it around in her mouth, taste and savor it before she swallowed it. His cock erupted into the back of her throat as it began to erupt as the head cleared her tonsils. Tracy quickly realized that there was going to be too much to attempt to hold in her mouth and so swallowed her first mouthful and when her mouth filled again, a second mouthful. Her mouth was about half filled when the cock stopped spewing its juices. As she swirled it around like mouth wash she tilted her head back so her man could see what she was doing with his offering to her.

"Open your mouth, I want to see you play with it," she heard and opened her mouth and allowed him to watch her tongue move it around inside her mouth. Then she allowed it to slide into her throat and gargled with it. "You may touch yourself now," Mr. S said. Even as Tracy reached for her crotch her knees collapsed and she sat on her calves as the fourth orgasm broke over her at her Master's, yes Master she realized, permission to touch herself.

"You are now my slave and will do what I instruct, do you understand?" Even as the man spoke he dangled a diamond encrusted necklace to her that said "SLAVE". Tracy eagerly reached for it and put it around her neck and held her head high as the SLAVE glistened on her throat.

"Yes Master, I will do anything, any one, any way you order me. I am yours to command," Tracy said as she realized she meant every word. Her life was no longer her own, this man owned it.

"I saw you at the mall with a blonde, I want to meet and fuck her. I want her as another slave, who is she?" Mr. S asked.

"She is my friend, Dianka, and I will help you do whatever you want to her," the new slave responded.

All these thoughts flooded her memory and she gasped as she creamed her panties at all those thoughts. Her knees buckled at the force of the orgasm and Mr. S smiled.

"You better get back in there slut and give your friend her bottle of water," he told her.

"Yes Master," Tracy said and turned and returned to the living room and her BFF.

Tracy stepped back into the living room and looked at Dianka on the couch.

"God, how I want her, she's so fucking beautiful. Mr. S's cock will look great running in and out of her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I want to watch him do her in all 3 holes and video tape it as it happens," she thought. Out loud she said,

"Hey Di, I have your water," and she quickly crossed to Dianka and handed her the bottle of water Mr. S had given her. Dianka opened the bottle and took a sip.

"How you feeling, Di?" she asked as she wished her to take another drink. Dianka turned to her and realized she was seeing her friend all blurry. Thinking it was the result of her "fall" she shook her head and took another sip of water.

"Oh Tracy, I feel awful. I think maybe I need to go to the emergency room. I may have a concussion because my vision is getting blurry again," she responded.

"Hey Di, you had a bad fall and a good rap on the head. Drink some more water and let's wait a bit and then if you want, I'll take you to the hospital," Tracy said and pushed on the bottom of the bottle and getting Dianka to lift it to her lips again. She even held it there and forced Dianka to take a couple of good gulps before she let her lower it.

"Oh, I feel all funny Tracy, I see two of you now," Dianka slurred. She heard herself and wondered why her speech was slurred. "I think I really need to go to the hospital Tracy." Tracy watched as Dianka lowered a hand and began rubbing on her panty crotch. Dianka even slipped back and spread her legs further to get better access to her crotch.

"Oh God Tracy, I'm so horny suddenly," she gasped. "Maybe you'd still like to eat my pussy for me and make me cum?" she offered and pulled her panty crotch aside to show her gash to her friend. Tracy's mouth watered at the site but she had a job to do and her Master would not be pleased if she had Dianka now.

"I'm sorry DI, I can't right now but wait here a second, I think I know how you can get that itch scratched," she said and got up and started for the kitchen. "Oh by the way, is your video camera still over in the desk drawer in the corner?'

"Oh God you pervert," Dianka gasped as she slid a finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck herself. "You want to tape me stripping and masturbating for you, don't you? Oh fuck, I'm so horny that I'll get it for you and do just that so you can tape it and masturbate to it at home." Dianka jumped up and then sat back down. "Oh I'm so dizzy, just give me a minute and I'll get it for you."

"OK Di, I'll go into the kitchen and get something I think will really scratch that itch for you," Tracy said and smiled at her friend. She then stepped into the kitchen and found Mr. S, fully naked, standing there waiting for her. She fell to her knees and immediately grabbed his cock and fed it to herself.

"MMMMM" she purred as she sucked on the flaccid cock. "MMMM" she had to get him hard and then check of Dianka. Mr. S's cock sprang to attention as she gobbled it further and further into her mouth, past her tonsils and down her throat. She had became very good at deepthroating the foot long sausage and would have loved to suck him off right then and there, but she had her instructions. When it was fully erect and her nose was pressing against his pubic hairs, she swallowed twice to throat stroke it and then eased it out of her mouth and went back into the living room. Dianka was still on the couch but then Tracy saw she was holding the video camera.

"I got it for you to film me with," Dianka slurred as she held the camera to her friend.

"OK baby let me get that and then your itch scratcher will come in here to take care of you," Tracy said as she crossed to Dianka and took the camera. Mr. S had been listening at the door and came into the living room, crossed to the chair Tracy had told him about and sat down. Dianka looked from Tracy to the strange man and back again.

"WTF?" she thought. "Had Tracy brought one of the old men they teased at the mall her for a show?" At that thought a smile broke on her face and she stood and crossed to the stereo. Bending over and keeping her legs straight, she felt the hem of her skirt slide up and felt the cool air on her ass cheeks. She knew her skirt was up far enough to give the old man a view of her ass with the thong string between her cheeks the only thing preventing him from seeing her nude ass. Looking over her shoulder she saw that Tracy had the camera raised and was filming her. With a smile to her friend she turned the stereo on and hit play for the CD player.

David her husband and she had role played the night before and she had been a stripper for him and then gave him a lap pole dance with his cock buried in her cunt. So she knew the music would be a good old bump and grind medley and perfect for her to tease the old man with. As the music started and she straightened up and turned around, she looked again at that gynormous cock standing there and thought, maybe not a tease. Maybe that old man would get what Dave had gotten the night before; his pole was longer and looked fatter.

She sashayed across the room to position herself before the old geezer and saw Tracy move with her, always staying in front of her and filming her every move. She was now behind the old man and filming Dianka over his head.

Dianka put her heart and soul into it as she did her bump and grind routine, flipped her skirt up in front to show her transparent thong and the cute patch under it, turned and bent over and shook her ass at her audience of one.

Unseen by anyone, that is when Dave looked in the window. No one had been in the kitchen so he had worked his way to the living room windows. He gasped as he watched his wife doing her stripper routine and then saw that Tracy was filming her doing it for a strange old man Dave had never seen before. He was about to go in the house and put an end to this when his wife just ripped her blouse, popping all the buttons and threw it in her audience's face.

Dave froze as he wondered what had gotten into his wife. She had never ruined any clothes while doing this for him, what was going on here? He wasn't sure but suddenly the voyeur in him came to the forefront and he wanted to see what would happen.

Dianka's skirt then slithered down her legs and stepping closer to the old man she had turned around and bent over for, which shoved her ass back into his face. The man surprised her as he slapped her ass and Dianka came erect and turned back to face him and saw him pointing to his cock. Did he want her to mount him for the pole lap dance now? She still had more routine to go and wanted to continue. She began to unfasten her bra when the man jerked his finger downward at his cock again.

"Well if that's what he wants, then I guess that is what he'll get," she thought and went to the seated man and began to straddle him.

"No Di," Tracy said "get on your knees is what he is telling you." Dianka didn't even think about it as she just sank to her knees. Her husband, who caught the words through the half opened window thought she hadn't even hesitate to think about it for a minute. He was about to drop out of sight, figuring Tracy would move to the side to film his wife giving the stranger a blow job and would see him, but remained as he was as she moved to the side which kept her back to him. Unknown to Dave, Tracy had seen him in the mirror and knew he was there and wanted to torment him with what his wife was about to do, not knowing he was a secret voyeur and had fantasized about his wife being with another man. In fact his cock was already hardening in his pants. Unconsciously he adjusted his package to make it more comfortable but a second later it was uncomfortable again and he just unzipped his pants and fished it out, releasing it into the warm sun.