Chapter 1

Why is it that just when you are looking forward to a nice quiet peaceful evening at home chaos always seems to find you?

I had just gotten home from another day at the office and was planning to order a pizza and sit in front of the TV and unwind. That was the plan anyway. And I thought it was a good plan, too. However, it just wasn’t the right plan!

I had just sat down with the first of a six-pack I was planning to finish off when I heard a frantic knocking at my front door. Now I live in a usually calm and peaceful neighborhood, so such clatter is completely out of place, which was what sparked my interest to go to the door.

“Please help me! Hide me please! He’s coming home and he’ll kill me!” she said as I opened the door.

There, on my front doorstep was an obviously terrified, half-dressed young woman. I’d seen her around the neighborhood a few times when I was driving to and from work – she lived several houses down and around the corner from me. She looked disheveled with her hair all tousled, And she was panting as if she had just run a long distance.

“Come on in,” I said. I took her by the arm, pulling her into the house and then I looked out the door up and down the street to see if anyone saw us. When the coast was clear, I shut and deadbolted the door.

“I don’t think anyone saw you come in here so your safe. Now, what’s this all about?” I asked.

“I’m sorry to come to you like this, but you see my husband is a very jealous and violent man. And he thinks I am planning on running away from him. He has gotten it into his head that I have been seeing someone and that I am going to run off with him.

“Today I was talking to my mother ... I can only talk to her when he’s at work because he doesn’t like me talking to my family. He always thinks I am talking about him and plotting against him.

“Anyway, I had just got off the phone when he called and said he tried to call me but the phone was busy. He accused me of talking to another man and said he was on his way home! Oh God, I’m so scared!”

“Well, are you planning on running off with another man?” I asked.

“Of course not! But Michael, that’s my husband’s name, is just being paranoid. The last time I called my mother, he found out and he was so angry!

“He hit me and left me with bruises and a black eye. I told him that if he ever hit me like that again, I was going to the police. He said if I did that, I would regret it.”

“Don’t you have friends you could stay with?”

“No, I’m not allowed to have any friends. Like I said, Michael is very jealous ... of everyone. He punched a guy out once just because he complimented me on my dress!

“I can’t go anywhere without him right beside me, I can’t talk on the phone or get on the computer unless he sees what I write and what I get in return. I’m trapped and I live in constant fear.”

“But why me? I’m sure there are women’s shelters and places you could go.”

“He knows all of them. And they only keep you there for a short time – a week or so. After that, they have to kick you out to make room for the next person.

“Besides, Michael would never let a woman’s shelter stop him from getting at me.”

I could see her shaking and this was June in Phoenix, Arizona so it wasn’t due to being cold. I had to believe her story.

She sobbed. “Please mister, I had to run all the way here from my house when I heard he was coming home. I don’t have any place else to go.

“Michael has the only car we have, and I don’t have any money – he takes it all. I can’t even buy a bus ticket! If you let me stay here out of sight, I’ll do anything that you want me to.

“I’m a prisoner in my own home, but I would rather be a prisoner here with you where I am safe. Please, just until things settle down enough to let me get away and start over somewhere with a new life.”

I took a good look at the woman asking for refuge. All she had on was a half unbuttoned simple white blouse, an above-the-knee black skirt, and a pair of black pumps.

She was about thirty years old I guessed, five-foot-tall, quite pretty, and she had a great looking body. Myself, I was forty-five, a full foot taller than her, and in pretty decent shape I guess.

This was a very unusual situation and I knew I might be setting myself up for a lot of problems, but I couldn’t very well tell her no.

“Okay, I believe you and I will help you. But how do you know I’m not some kind of predator or pervert who will put you in danger here as well?”

She looked down, embarrassed, and softly said, “I picked you out. I have seen you around the neighborhood and I know that you live alone and I know that you are a nice man. I took a chance that you would be willing to help me.”

I looked at this beautiful helpless young woman. I asked, “So let me get this straight ... you want to stay here with me and you’ll do anything that I want you to?”

“Yes. Anything.”

I asked, somewhat jokingly, “How about sex?”

The woman looked up with a playful grin, “Yes, even sex.”

Now she really had my attention! I had gotten a divorce about ten years prior and while I had dated a few times since then, most of the dates were just dinner or a movie or something and ended with a peck on the cheek at the door. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d had sex since my divorce, and I wouldn’t have to use all my fingers either!

“My name is Maria. Maria Sanders,” my new houseguest said as she slipped her shirt off her shoulders, down her arms, and tossed it onto the back of the sofa.

My name is John Davidson,” I replied, without taking my eyes off her.

“I know,” she smiled seductively.

Then she reached behind her and unclipped her skirt waistband and wriggled it seductively past her hips, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. The woman wasn’t wearing any panties!

“I didn’t even have a chance to put any on,” she said when she noticed I was staring.

I watched slack-jawed as she reached up and unclipped her front-hook bra and smiling coyly, pulled the cups apart to show me the nicest set of tits I ever saw in pictures or in person.

“Damn!” I said as I gawked at her magnificent tits.

“You really like them?” she asked. “Michael hardly paid any attention to them. Or me for that matter, except to keep tabs on me, that is.”

“Well, any man that can pass up a chance to have those is either blind or a damned fool!” I told her.

“You’ve already proven you aren’t blind by noticing my tits ... are you going to be a ‘damned fool’ and ignore them?”

I answered her question by taking her hand and walking over to my easy chair and sitting down.

Then I pulled her up on my lap, straddling me and sitting on my lap facing me. I reached around her and pulled her to me, taking the first luscious globe into my mouth and licking and sucking on the stiff meaty nipple at the top.

“Oh God that feels wonderful!” she responded, but I wasn’t sure if she was talking about my mouth working on her nipple, or the bulge she had to be feeling under her.

She put her small hands on either side of my head running her fingers through my hair and holding my head as she guided me back and forth between her tits so I could give them both the attention they had been missing.

Maria mewled and cooed her delight as I nibbled on her tasty “appetizers” while my hands went for a stroll to see what kind of play they could find. They slid around her hips and slipped between her wet, silky pussy lips, causing her to moan.

“Oh God, John! Your hands are magic, baby!”

A few more moments of chewing on those tender tidbits and she was grinding on the growing lump under her, rocking back and forth on the steel-hard cock under my pants.

“John, honey, I need you. I need you to fuck me! Take me to bed and fuck me! It’s been ages since I felt a nice hard cock plowing my poor pussy! Please, baby, please!” she whimpered.

“You mean your husband doesn’t fuck you silly on a regular basis?” I asked incredulously.

“Are you kidding me? To him, I’m nothing more than the housemaid. He barely lets me even sleep in the same bed with him.

“No, the only ‘satisfaction’ I get is from the toy he finally bought me after I whined so much he ordered it just to shut me up! I haven’t felt the real thing in over three years!” she said.

That borders on cruel and unusual punishment! I thought as I looked into Maria’s big brown eyes. I was determined to show her she didn’t have to put up with that kind of neglect and rejection anymore.

I took her by the wrists and put her arms around my neck. Then I moved my hands to her ass and holding her tight, I stood up. Maria weighed all of ninety pounds soaking wet, so it wasn’t a problem.

Then, carrying her in a reverse piggyback with her legs wrapped around my waist, I walked down the hall to my bedroom. Maria lay her head on my shoulder as I carried my houseguest to the bedroom where we could play easier and more comfortably.

Once we got into the bedroom, I kicked the door closed with my foot and listened for the click of the door latch. Then I took Maria over and sat her down on the bed. She moved to the center of the king-sized bed and waited for me there, legs spread eagerly.

In the meantime, I began to get undressed myself. Maria brought one hand to her mouth and sucked her index finger to get it wet.

Then, with the fingers of the other hand, she spread her pussy lips apart and used the wet finger to rub her clit in tiny circles, playing with herself as she watched me undress.

From my vantage point at the foot of the bed, it was a perfect view straight up between her widespread legs and it got very hard to focus on getting undressed (or anything else) after that!

When I finally did manage to shed my shirt and pants, I crawled up the bed to her. Maria stopped me just before I reached her though ... she was enjoying putting on her little show and wasn’t finished just yet.