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Episode 435: FORCE HALE
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 435: FORCE HALE - Welcome to the SOAP OPERA PORNO none of you ever thought you wanted. One with plot and hardcore sex in every way imaginable. Piper Cherry started over in Nashville from scratch after a destructive marriage. New neighbors, new career with unlimited playmates, more money than she knew how to spend, and no desire to behave. It must be contagious, now everyone around her wants to be with her or to be like her. Nashville however had more to offer than she could ever predict. Anything goes! Perfect!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
“It’s been a long day.”
More than David Hale knew! Having stepped from the bathroom after brushing his teeth he discovered a pleasant sight. His beautiful wife Mavis was lying on top of their covers naked and nibbling her lower lip with hopefulness. “Looks to be longer. That ordeal skyping with the Banfield’s got your juices flowing, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know how to explain it. Yes! They were a stunning couple. Finding out that they are swingers right after you and I agreed on trying that to spice our love life, now I can’t stop thinking about it.” Rubbing her clit had David standing at the foot of the bed watching her play. “I know that Madison had you mesmerized, she’s a runway model if I ever saw one.”
“I can agree with that. She is a beauty. My only concern is the fact that she’s a principal at Filmore High School. We both know that they get away with as ... probably far more than Carl Manley allows. That means she has some form of an affiliation with Watchtower.” He mouthed the name of the organization rather than even whisper it. Cellphones in the bathroom charging he hoped that they weren’t being listened in on. Truth be known they had micro cameras and bugs everywhere in their home thanks to their former home-schooling teacher Zelma Kaminski. As a detective you would think David would be more suspicious than he was. Zelma had been like family though. No unexpected guests arriving or they would have been informed. Right? Sure!
“True! But she seemed really nice. They both did. We can talk with her about it tomorrow at Comstock Park and share our concerns.”
“That makes me wonder just how much her husband knows. Harry seems to be a good ole’ boy, but big money, dirty money, can make anyone cheery. I worry about our children getting attached to the enemy’s kids.”
“Can we frankly trust anyone these days?”
“Good point! Even though I refuse to join them and accept their dirty cash I know full well the damage they can cause us. What they are doing in the school system to the future generations is despicable. Adults yes, young and impressionable, no. Greed will always outweigh sensibility. Adults like money and as long as they find easy ways to obtain it they will. The freedom these people offer in return is appetizing to most. Modesty got tossed out the window long ago. I’m aware of nudity being allowed to roam Nashville. Sex in the streets is becoming more and more acceptable to the populace. Even the night clubs are letting it all hang out to the point of anything goes. There is no justice to be found.”
“They ... Watchtower, must be huge to be able to control a city this size.” She too whispered, her fingers delicately dipping into her trickling vulva. “God, I’m so horny after that skype interview.”
“I get it. Keep doing what you’re doing. I fumbled my ball so to speak in allowing you to play in school. I’ve sealed our fate. Going back on it now will only make our lives hell.”
“Maybe ... and I only say this to ease our stress, if you say no as you always have I will follow your lead... “ Cough! Cough!
“What? Take their money?”
“It would solve any problems we have. Credit card debt! We could pay off the house, our cars. Set aside money for the kids college fund.” Which she had already accepted. By mentioning it she hoped to correct her judgment call. If David agreed, then she could sigh with relief. Lying to him was eating her up inside. Yet, telling him outright that she accepted money already would put a wall up between them. He had to agree for her to ever feel like a good wife again. The verse, “STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” was frequently running through her thoughts.
“Don’t you think I know that Mavis? I’ve considered it, but it’s just the way that it’s earned that bothers me. The blackmail, the abuse, it’s all too much. If I could relocate us I would but I know of Watchtower so they would never allow me to walk away without losing everything we’ve built. Now that you are doing things at Horton-Dexter even that will be used against us. We have placed ourselves in a prison of our own making.”
“Should I stop?”
“No! Enjoy yourself.”
“I meant at Horton-Dexter. I could quit teaching.”
“And do what? I can only imagine they would doctor your resume and make you unwanted by any type of job you apply for.” Oh, yes! There would not even be any “Welcome to McRonalds, what can I get for you?” McPussy, maybe! No, she would not even be allowed to receive unemployment options. David knew all of that! “We’ve made our bed; we might as well make the best of it.”
“If we must stoop this low, I say we accept their money.”
David rubbed his chin, freshly shaven after a hot shower. Feeling refreshed he considered her words. Grumbling over it he closed his eyes and shivered. “Fine! I know too much to ever be completely safe. I’ve let you put your career in jeopardy. I ... oddly enough enjoy seeing you flaunt yourself.”
That prompted Mavis to flare her big brown eyes. She was fingering herself with a faster motion now that he was caving in. A cellphone ringing in the bathroom David puffed his cheeks. He just knew that Watchtower was listening. The range of his phone was obviously not far enough away. No, that would be Watchtower’s answer but what it truly was, was the bug under his bed frame.
“Who could that be?”
“Do you even have to ask? They have ears on us, Mavis. Our cells are useless when it comes to privacy.” He turned and walked into the bathroom. As he ventured to unplug his cell to answer, his wife’s phone also began ringing. “Great!” Taking both he walked back into their bedroom and passed Mavis her phone. The fingering stopped as she eyed the caller. “Hello?” David was first to reply.
“Welcome home, Mister Hale. Yes, we listen. You must know it is in our best interest to keep tabs on loyalty and of potential threats. Your inability to accept our financial assistance was noble. It was only a matter of time. You have nothing to fear from us David. Nor does your wife, your family. All we ask for is your confidence in us, to alleviate our own confidence in you.”
“Yeah! Yeah! I’m a pain in your assets. I get it. While I don’t agree with everything you people do, I’ve always turned the other cheek. You know that.”
“We do! Which has been quite helpful in our scrutiny. Continue on that path, Mister Hale. Rest assured that you and your family will be protected at all costs.”
“I’ll believe that when we retire comfortably someplace tropical without you folks dogging our heels and reneging on our mad money.”
“We have retired quite a number of assets over the years. They are living the good life. Guilt is only a temporary thing in the end.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m certain you people would not put me in contact with any of those retirees.”
On her own phone Mavis merely listened to avoid David’s difficult transition. Once she answered with her own “Hello?” she was told to listen only. “Good evening, Mrs. Hale. While my associate irons out the details with David I’d like to discuss your future.”
“Mine?” Silenced by her caller she remained silent.
“You have yet to warn your husband of accepting money for your children. That must be taxing to keep quiet. We understand that you might feel as if you are betraying him. Should you tell him we will be fine, nothing will be held against you. I suppose I would advise you to remain vigilant on that until David either agrees or opposes any future offers. To keep peace in your marriage. We truly do not wish you ill will. It is merely our jobs to secure dedication and performance. What you’ve done at Horton-Dexter is extraordinary, even if very little. Our honest expectations were that you might panic and change your mind.”
“Not yet! There is still time.”
“Let us hope not. You are a magnificent creature. It is understood you worry about losing weight. May I ask this, then. Have you seen any faces appear to be repulsed by your body?”
“Not really! It’s just self-esteem issues.” She whispered while David was talking louder.
“Might we offer assistance in that area? Perhaps a free gym membership with some very appealing fitness trainers of either sex. You do know that your part-time lover Buddy Coleman is a member of a gym in the city, perhaps his companionship there would help.”
“You know about ... of course you saw. Cameras everywhere! Where does he work out?”
“A gym by the name of Rock Hard.”
“Oh, my! What a name.” She was back to rubbing her clit thinking of Buddy, now a dozen solid men. Her conversationalist was sensing her sensuality.
“It is! Many of our members, associates, allies, attend Rock Hard. All we offer is to rebuild yourself. Buddy Coleman knows nothing of us, we ask you to keep this knowledge to yourself.”
“Okay! Yes, I might be interested in a gym membership.”
“Very good! We will have the owner call you on Monday. Now, to further business. While we wait on your husband’s terms let us discuss yours.”
“Okay!”
“Please, tell me with sincerity what you are feeling while teaching in the environment you are currently under.”
“You just told me to be quiet. That requires a lot of chatter.”
“Of course! My apologies! Let us try a simpler approach. Reply with only a yes or no to my questions.” Agreed! “Do you approve of what Josie McKellen does in her classes? Mimi Alexander as well.”
“Yes and no.”
“Are you objecting to the nudity?”
“No.”
“The sex with students?”
“Yes ... and no.”
“Ah! You like what little you have done with say Angus Furlong.”
“Yes.”
“Can you allow yourself to go further than you have?”
“Yes.”
“Very good answer! You just earned another $1000 in each of your children’s college fund accounts.”
“Thank you.”
“Our pleasure! I am at liberty to offer you $1000 dollars for each student you engage in sex with going forward.”
“Does ... do the others ... get that?”
“No. They do what they do for fun. Ms. McKellen’s children are grown. Miss Alexander has no children.”
“Oh!”
“As you and David have discussed, the other school districts are much further ahead than Horton-Dexter. We hope to count on you in encouraging an upgrade in performances. Jaycya Eccles appears to be surprising us. Marcella VanCamp is considering more. Piper Cherry of course has upped her game considerably. And no, none of them are aware of our organization. That will change in time. Again, we ask you to refrain from speaking of us until given the go-ahead to do so. Some teachers take less convincing than others.”
“Okay!”
“Your husband seems to enjoy dressing you each school day.”
“He does.” She giggled faintly as David took his call to the bathroom, closing the door. In privacy now, Mavis could speak more freely. “I love wearing sexy clothing.”
“Continue that. Consider paying a visit to the outlet called Right Turn Clyde’s. Your name will be on the owners list as to free clothing choices. We have all sizes and plenty in warehouses for the future. Feel free to browse and select whatever you fancy.”
“I like that.”
“Are you touching yourself, Ms. Hale?”
“Yes. Do you object?”
“Hardly! Touch yourself more often. Anywhere you wish. Public displays are encouraged.”
“How far can I go?”
“You my dear can do whatever you want. No cop will arrest you. They know who you are. David is well-liked even though he disagrees with our politics. Engage in sex or nudity wherever you wish.”
“Oh, God!” Knuckles were dipping deep. “I’ll work on that. Baby steps!”
“Perfect! Our protection of assets is ironclad. Feel invincible as much as sexy.”
“Okay! So, $1000 for every student I let fuck me?”
“Yes. The more expressive you become the monetary gain will increase.”
“Expressive?”
“The louder you moan. The more you beg for. Learn to seduce others. Oh! And the ponytails you often wear are perfect.”
“I’ll wear them off and on.”
“Delightful! How would you like to earn $10, 000 before sleeping this night.”
“That’s a lot of money. What would that entail?”
“Take your husband outside to your front yard. Fuck him without care of who sees you.”
“Our neighbors respect us.”
“And they would say nothing. You have our word. Might I offer an observation?”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen closely!”
As his voice trailed away it was replaced by another male voice. Listening intently she realized who it was. “Your neighbor, Ron Ruby.” Ron was obviously beating off and talking out loud saying nasty things about fucking Mavis. “This was two weeks ago. You mowed the lawn in shorts and a top with cleavage. I’m certain you remember that. Ron was washing his car at the time.”
“Yes, I recall that day.”
“Mister Ruby beat off in his driveway watching you. That was wearing clothing I might add. Imagine if you were to mow in the nude.”
“Not with my children to see me.”
“Your children have seen you and David have sex. Nothing would shock them.”
“By accident!” She now had a hunch there might be cameras in their home. No way could they know something that secretive. “We don’t do that on purpose.”
“Of course not! None the less, they have witnessed things they should not have.”
“Our bad judgment for not locking doors.” As she told him that, a second male voice began entering the conversation. “Who is that?”
“Your neighbors Wade Reynolds and his drinking buddy Jerry Roberts. They spied upon you through the living room window as you masturbated. This was a month ago when David was away on a case.”
“Oh, God! Peeping Toms!”
“They nutted on your flower bed as you played with your toy. You left the curtains wide open that evening.”
“I dared myself to do that. I ... was exploring, I suppose.”
“Continue leaving your curtains open. Let them pay visits to watch you. Perform for them. $1000 each time they do.”
“What about our other neighbors?”
“All of your male neighbors fantasize about you. Do I need to offer recordings of Neal Bishop and Lloyd Harrison? How about Hank Delbert? John Kearns? Pete Nolan?”
“Oh, my God! They’ve all thought of me?”
“Indeed! You have the most attentive Neighborhood Watch in the city.”
“I had no idea. Even with my being out of shape?”
“Perfection is only in the eyes of the beholder. It is obvious they find you quite appealing. Adapt to this knowledge.”
“Okay! So, you want me to encourage David to fuck me on the front lawn.”
“I do. We do! By now David should understand what his delay in joining us has kept him from achieving. A promotion in ranks perhaps. Head of Detectives!”
“That would be amazing. If he takes it.”
“The offer is out there. Let him tell you.”
“Right! I won’t spoil it.”
“Very good! We will talk more another time.”
“Oh! Do you know about the Banfield’s?”
“Yes. Harrison and his wife are outstanding citizens.”
“His wife is the principal over at Filmore. Does this mean she works for you?”
“It does! She can talk with you freely.”
“Does, Carl Manley ... know?”
“He does! We pay all of his wife’s medical expenses and offer him incentives as they arise. Like your husband he is hesitant yet he has come along over time. Our secret, Ms. Hale. Do not confront Mister Manley.”
“Okay, I won’t. I had a hunch he did.”
“Become a force to reckon with, Ms. Hale.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“That is all any of us require. Money will be transferred upon completion of tonight’s goal.”
“Thank you!”
“Enjoy the remainder of the evening and your weekend.”
“You too!”
Call severed, Mavis threw her phone on the mattress and fucked herself violently. Wet blankets would need to be changed. What had gotten into her? Her hormones were kicking into overdrive. Something must be in the water. Bottled water on her nightstand that is. Hmm!
Five minutes prior, isolated in the bathroom, David Hale sat on the toilet and spoke with whoever was that represented Watchtower. He did not want his wife to hear everything and make her worry. He was stressed as it was walking away and leaving her to chat with yet another Watchtower member. He prayed that she would tell him if anything was amiss.
“Where were we?”
“Former retirees! Whether or not we would allow you contact with them. Ordinarily it is in our agreements that once they are out they lead their lives as they so choose.”
“Don’t you worry about them ratting you out?”
“Not at all. We’ve given them the best years of their lives. It is up to them what they spend their money on. We have accountants that deal with their taxation issues. Trust is everything.”
“Right! And nobody has ever broken that trust. I can only imagine where they are.”
“Alive if that is your worry. If you wish to continue as you have then do so, we will honor your decision.”
“Right! Now that my wife’s career is on the line.”
“She made the decision based upon your own, Mister Hale. It was you that bought her those dresses that barely fit her. It was you who insisted she wear them and take the risks. Of that much you must accept the blame.”
“Which I do. I ... don’t want you as an enemy.”
“Never the enemy, Hale. It is an alliance we are hopeful of. You are an extraordinary detective.”
“How can I be? I barely have any cases worth my time. Any murders in this city go to other precincts to be resolved. Now, I ask you, have I questioned those detectives involved? The answer is no. I steer clear of knowing too much. But it doesn’t feel like I’m doing my job. I feel like a desk jockey.”
“Promoted!”
“Excuse me?”
“You are hereby promoted to Chief of Detectives. We will relocate your position to the 33rd. precinct where all of the big cases go.”
“And how many of those are on your payroll?”
“Being on our payroll and not doing their jobs correctly are separate endeavors. We respect what is right when it comes to murder investigations or the like. All they do for us is keep order and look the other way pending the situation. The same would go for you. Shall we leave things as they are or would you like that promotion. Detective Merritt is destined to retire in three months. The opening is yours if you want it.”
“And the city just lets you appoint who you want.”
“Of course! Nashville belongs to us. We do as we please.”
“Sounds like blackmail to me if the judicial system follows your money trail. How much are we talking to buy me?”
“That depends on what you agree to.”
“Such as?”
“Can you continue to overlook what we allow to go on?”
“I do that now.”
“Can you accept your wife stepping up on her own job?”
“Meaning sex with students.”
“Amongst faculty as well. Public displays beyond Horton-Dexter! You are both ready to become swingers, why not enjoy that regularly.”
“We’ve already found two couples. Piper Cherry with Roger Dundee and...”
“The Banfield’s.”
“Yeah! Eavesdropping even on that. I should have known.”
“As you can deduce nothing hides from us for long. We applaud your decision. The Banfield’s are very lovely people.”
“Madison works for you. I presume Harry does as well.”
“Ms. Banfield simply oversees Filmore High School. Harrison has recently joined the fold as a financial advisor, nothing more.” Bullshit! “Like Carl Manley both principals, others such as Miles Tucker at Lafayette, only turn the other cheek and let things go on in their schools. We protect them. If I may be so bold, it would take the Second Coming to put an end to our endeavors.”
“There is always a crack in every foundation.”
“Patched within moments of discovery. Our network is nearly infallible. Should we discover any kinks they are immediately addressed.”
“Alright! Nothing lasts forever. Back to how much for any promotion.”
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