Chapter 7: True Confessions

I woke up when a naked angel climbed on the bed with a tray full of food. I’d been dreaming about me and Tiny double-teaming Alice. Mouth and pussy, pussy and ass, mouth and ass. For some reason, my dream included Sammy sticking his little weenie in her ear again because her mouth was too large. That’s fucked up.

Alice had showered and done her makeup, but she was still naked.

“Can you eat breakfast so we can go get Melanie?”

I scooted up until I could rest my back on the headboard and take the tray. She lay down beside me, touching me all over while I ate. Fondling me the way I had done her yesterday, I guess. I drained the orange juice, I don’t like it but I was dehydrated and it was wet, then reached out and hefted one of her titties.

“These are natural, aren’t they? They don’t feel like implants.”

“They’re natural. You like them, don’t you?”

“They’re perfect. The only time I’ve seen better titties they were on a 300-pound fat bitch. On you, they look wonderful. You didn’t nurse your daughter, did you?”

“No. I wanted to, but Tom insisted on bottle-feeding her. He was sure that nursing would ruin them.”

“Well, he’s right, but it sounds like he was a real bastard. That’s what they’re there for, and he wouldn’t let you feed your baby because he didn’t want it to affect your figure. I knew it, though. These things have never had a baby chewing on them. Are you on the pill?”

“Yes, sir, Tom didn’t want any more children.”

“Well, that’s good for now, I don’t want to raise Tiny’s kids, but in a week or so I want you to stop. Nobody else is gonna ever have your pussy again. I want you to have a couple more kids, then you’ll go back on the pill again. Is your daughter on the pill?”

“Oh, yes. We didn’t want her to get pregnant while she was still in school, or have to marry someone like I did.”

“Tom got you pregnant and you had to marry him? How old were you? How old is he, for that matter?”

“I met Tom at a school function. He was so handsome, I just couldn’t say no when he invited me out for a drink. One thing led to another, and my parents were waiting for us when he took me home the next morning. That was so humiliating!”

Alice giggled. I liked it. Or maybe I just liked the way it made her bounce.

“Dad told Tom that he didn’t have to marry me, if he’d rather be shot. Mom started planning the wedding immediately. Dad was willing to wait and see if I got pregnant, but Mom knew my cycle and didn’t want to waste any time. I was still Sweet Sixteen when I married Tom. On the day we married, Tom was exactly twice my age. He was thirty-two and he was already an attorney. He became a partner at his firm while Melanie was in 3rd grade.”

I started laughing. “You know where lawyers come from? It’s a joke. Lawyers come from anal sex. You may not like it, but your husband’s parents clearly did it. They had anal sex, and nine months later she shit out a baby lawyer.”

“That’s HORRIBLE! Even if it is probably true. Tom was, well, he wasn’t very nice.”

“So, were you pregnant?”

“Oh, yes. The tests weren’t that good back then, but Mom knew almost immediately. After a couple of days I couldn’t eat breakfast. No matter what was in front of me, it made me want to throw up. We got married as fast as they could set it up, Dad even made Tom’s parents pay for everything to avoid a scandal, as if a 32-year-old lawyer marrying a 16-year-old high school girl wasn’t scandal enough, and after the wedding Tom got a new job and we moved here to Plattsburgh. We’ve been here ever since, except when we go visit Mom & Dad.”

“And after that, no other kids?”

“Oh, no. Tom didn’t want any more kids. After Melanie was born he put me on the pill as soon as the doctor would let him. I’ve been, well, I would say I’ve been his trophy wife ever since, but you would say I was his bitch. Watching Melanie grow up has been the only joy in my life. Until you rescued me last night, I mean. The game and the riot and the whorehouse were horrible, but after you came and got us it’s been wonderful.”

“Being paraded all naked past the boys outside Lucy’s apartment was wonderful? I had completely forgotten that you weren’t wearing any pants. Not that they really hid anything, but they were better than nothing.”

“Okay, that was scary and embarrassing, but after what you’d just told Melanie about hiding her titties I was afraid to say anything.”

“So you’re, what? Thirty four? Thirty five?”

“Thirty five. And Tom is fifty one. We had a big party last year when he turned fifty. He invited all his lawyer friends and their trophy wives, and I was there to show everyone what a man he was to catch me. Trust me, I’d rather be in that horrible room downstairs at that whorehouse tied up while you beat me, than go to another party like that and pretend to be proud of my husband.”

“All right, back to important stuff like these things.” I hefted one of her titties. “Do you have any nice sexy bras that give them support?”

“All of my bras give me support, but I don’t know about sexy. You’ll have to decide that.”

“Go put one on. We need to protect those things until you have a baby chewing on them. After that, it won’t make much difference what we do, but until then I want them supported. Go put one on and show me some other ones.”

The sausage was still warm, she had to have reheated the plate, but everything else was already cold again except the coffee. Didn’t matter, I was hungry and I ate everything on my plate while Alice modeled bras for me. She didn’t seem bothered at all at being completely naked aside from her bras. She had a flesh-colored one that looked nice, but the black lacy one was hot. I stopped the show at that one.

“Okay, that one. That’s the one you wear when you want to complain that I’m not giving you enough attention. You’ll want to get more like it, so you don’t wear it out. In fact, you go ahead and wear that today with a blouse that buttons in front. And a skirt, but no panties. If I tell you to lift your skirt up I’d better see pussy. Pick something that looks good, and comfortable shoes. I don’t need to see you in high heels, I already know how good your legs are. Go ahead and get dressed while I finish this.”

I was done eating and I was trying to get off the bed without spilling anything when Alice came out of a closet wearing a combination that would turn my head. Well, not the clothes themselves but how it made her look. If I saw her walking down the street I’d turn to get a better look. I had to put on my same clothes again. We could go by my place and change, though.

While Alice was cleaning up the kitchen I wandered around the house. These people were well off, and they liked their toys. Their family room had a huge TV. They even had some games that hooked up to it. The boys would love to clean this place out.

Hmmm. Everyone who lost wallets and purses in the riot ... Not only would the boys have keys to their houses, but they’d have the addresses to go to. The boys would have been busy last night.

“Honey? What did you lose last night besides your key? Wallet? Money? Credit cards?”

“Oh, my gosh! I need to call the bank!”

“Break it down. What-all did you lose?”

“Well, really just the key and the credit card. I didn’t take my real purse, just the little clutch I take when I’m out with Tom. I had some cash and some makeup, but I need to call the bank about the credit card.”

“You know the number?”

“No, but it should be in the phone book.”

“You might find an emergency number on your bill. The bank may not answer on Sunday morning.”

“Oh, right.”

I followed Alice into another room, looked like an office, where she opened a file cabinet and pulled something out. She went around the desk and picked up the phone, so I went around it, too, and sat in the chair. It was like a throne! I sat back for a second, enjoying it, but then I got distracted by the view. What the hell, why not?

Alice spent the whole phone call with my hand inside her skirt. She squeaked a couple of times, but she didn’t move.

When she hung up I told her “Good girl!”

“Are you ready again?” She bent over the desk, facing away from me. “I know Tom has done some of his secretaries right here. I never caught him, but I could smell it later. And you said ‘Any time, anywhere’.”

“That’s ‘any HOLE, any time, anywhere’.” I flipped her skirt up and nudged her legs apart.

“Yes, but one of them is really sore. Are you going to make me beg? Please use my ass this time. My pussy hurts.”

“Huh. The mind is willing but the flesh is weak. I don’t think I can do it again for a while. I like the view, though. Stay there and don’t move.”

I sat back again and just enjoyed life for a minute. A nice house, a comfortable chair, and a beautiful woman bent over the desk waiting to be fucked. Her pussy did look a little red and puffy. Puffy was good, but red wasn’t. That thing needed some time off. Not a problem, today and tonight were her daughter’s, but tomorrow I’d have to tap that ass. Not like this, though.

I had to get up to help her move. “Here, honey, climb up on the desk. Both legs. Now, spread your legs as wide as you can. And bend over. That’s it.”

I sat back down to admire the view. Then I leaned forward to press her ass down towards the desk. “That’s it. Just like that. I’ve got two holes ready for use, whichever one I want.” And one of them may be sore, but it’s dripping wet. Not happenin’ right now. My cock is sore, too. I can still fuck with her mind, though.

I stopped with a finger right on her little winker. “Do you have any vaseline in your purse?”

“No, sir. There’s some in the medicine cabinet. Do you want me to get it?”

“Before we leave, put it in your purse. You may need it today.”

“Yes, sir.”

I rubbed her butt some and patted it a couple times, not hard. “You have a very nice ass. I like this. If I have you come to work with me tomorrow I’m gonna want you on my desk like this. Any time we’re in my office, I want you on my desk just like this. Anyone who walks in will see you waiting to be fucked. You got that?”