I was in a pretty pickle. Until a few weeks before this began, I'd been a carefree, though overworked manager at a Dot-com start up. I had a salary I didn't have time to spend and girlfriend wannabes falling all over me to spend it. My downfall, if that's what it was, began after I bought a large suburban house only to realize I didn't have time to take care of it. The solution was obvious: hire a housekeeper; I had the money. Maria was so pretty, I didn't even ask if she could cook. She could, but that wasn't all she could do. Before I knew it, she was in my bed every night, fucking me as I'd never been fucked before. I did not understand how, but suddenly, my life revolved around Maria.

Today, however, for the first time since Maria had come to work (ha!) for me, I was on my own. After a really hot night making me insanely horny by letting me eat her for hours and then asking while giving me a hand job, Maria got me to pay her ticket back to Central America where one of her little sisters was having another baby. Coming out of the supermarket that morning with coffee, beer, chips, and bean dip (the four essential food groups, right?), I heard a horn.

"David," a feminine voice called out. "David Jackson!" Still carrying my shopping bag, I walked over to a familiar looking car. "Hi. Have a minute to talk?" The voice belonged to Dawn, a high powered doctor who lived in the neighborhood, recently with a new boyfriend. I set my bag in her back seat and slid in, but not before she made a quick inspection of the bag's contents.

"I see you're eating right while Maria is away," she teased.

I could hardly complain. In her mid-thirties, Dawn was several years older than I, but easy to look at, tall and generously proportioned with long red hair, more striking than "pretty" in the Meg Ryan mold, a Goth chick if she had ever been into that sort of thing. She was dressed pretty hot for a trip to buy groceries: large gold earrings, bangles, and a short green skirt with high-heel sandals that showed sexy feet with painted red toes. We had been making small talk for a few minutes, me growing more uncomfortable being so close to this attractive older woman, when she hit me from out of the blue. "So how long has she been screwing you?"

"What?"

"You know ''what, '" she sniffed. "That hot little Latina that's moved in with you, she's keeping you screwed silly."

"Maria is just my housekeeper." I replied, trying to sound offended.

Dawn grinned. "Don't give me that. It's been over three weeks. She has you in her bed every night."

Embarrassed that my secret was out, I nodded. "How did you know? Did she brag?" I asked, annoyed at the thought.

"She doesn't need to. Those minis she wears when she goes out shopping don't look like the uniform of a demure domestic. And one afternoon last week I went down for something and found her in heels and a housecoat. But under it, I could see she had on nothing but panties and high-top stockings. She looked ready to pounce as soon as you arrived."

My face burned with shame.

"Oh, it's written all over you, too," Dawn smirked. "I haven't seen you bringing home any of those babes you used to and when you stagger out of the house in the morning, you have a dopey smile that practically blinks on and off, 'Just fucked.'"

"It's that obvious?"

Dawn chuckled, "Patently, and no surprise to any woman in the neighborhood that a woman with a body like Maria's didn't take a job cleaning house for a handsome, single yuppie, just for the money. Let me guess, the first time was after she got you to watch 'Pearls Before Wine?'" [1]

"How did you know that?" I asked, amazed.

"Since the video came out, all the women of the neighborhood are using it on their husbands or boyfriends. Suzie Sparks used it on both her husband AND her boyfriend," Dawn giggled. "Watching the Emperor and his soldiers succumb to those beautiful black women again, and again and again, really revs the guys up."

"Doesn't it! I was on my knees with my tongue in her pussy before it finished," I admitted. "And I'd never gone down on a woman."

"The same with lots of guys. And then?" Dawn leered.

"Well, she took me to bed and made love to me all night, I guess. I hardly remember the details."

"'Made love?'" she grinned. "She fucked you senseless. I'm not surprised. When men watch it they go into a kind of trance. Their brains turn into a lust-soaked mush and they become very 'manageable.'"

I shivered a bit at the way she said it.

"Margie Kirk told me that before watching that film, her husband would NEVER go down on her; now she wakes up every morning with fresh-squeezed orange juice by her bed and her husband's head between her legs, searching her jungle for the secret temple where he loves to worship. And you know the McKinnons, the couple whose youngest just left for college? Sarah told me that after Ralph watched it with her, she was able to get him to make her pregnant. She says seeing her with a belly again makes him fuck her so good, she may have a whole 'second crop'"

"You always use a condom with Maria?"

I was so stunned, I could hardly answer. "Er, yeah. Maria can't..."

"Take the pill?" Dawn asked sarcastically. "At least not if she wants to get knocked up with a little Jackson and promote herself from houseKEEPER to houseWIFE!"

I just stared back at Dawn, the realization of Maria's manipulation of me growing.

"If she isn't pregnant already, it's only because she hasn't been off the pill long enough. The condoms are just so you'll think it's safe. When she's fertile, I'll bet she intends to get you a little drunk and come onto you strong. She'll be 'so hot' she 'can't wait' while you put on a condom. Once you're fucking her, she'll beg you to come in her and knock her up. A large amount of gringo semen will be deposited into an unprotected fertile Latina pussy. When she starts to show, you'll marry her."

"My god, she could!" I admitted.

"Could?" Dawn taunted. "You might as well start shopping for an engagement ring, unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless you let me invite you for lunch so we can ... talk." Dawn grinned and drew the hem of her already short skirt farther toward her crotch.

"Oh, no, Dawn, I'm already in enough trouble."

"Oh, David," she laughed, "you have no idea how much 'trouble' I'm going to help you get into." The northward journey of the hem continued unabated. "Are you horny, sweetheart? Maria's been gone, what, three days now? Three days our friend hasn't been in a warm wet pussy! Look what's here waiting for you, Baby." She shifted a little to allow the skirt to hike further up those beautiful thighs. The tinted windows prevented anyone seeing in, but there was plenty of light for me to see Dawn wasn't wearing panties.

"But ... but, Maria?" I stammered.

"Your little hottie is a long way away, darling, and you're sooo easily turned on. Perhaps she doesn't realize that she has trained you so that any woman, not just to herself can arouse you. Now, get your mouth down here, Sweetheart, where it belongs." I hesitated, but could not resist. Not only was I enflamed by the sight of Dawn's abundant bush, I could smell her arousal! Thank God for bench seats and gearshifts on the steering column was my last thought before burying myself between her legs.

I was in a daze, lapping Dawn's oozing pussy as she drove us home. You can guess that the only lunch I ate that day was Dawn's juicy snatch; though after having me get her off more times than I could count, she finally laid me back, mounted me, and rode me to an amazing orgasm. Then she cradled me in her arms and let me suckle her abundant tits until I fell asleep.

When I awoke in Dawn's arms, still in a post coital daze, still sucking her amazing tits, she began to tell me about Ken. I knew her boyfriend was several years younger than Dawn and quite the "macho" type. I'd thought the relationship between this brainy neurosurgeon and a construction worker strange. It was easily explained: the burly laborer totally dominated Dawn sexually. He was crude (though never violent) and Dawn sometimes hated him, but she could not resist letting him screw her silly.

"I'd heard other women talk about how they reacted to 'manly' men and big cocks, but never thought it could happen to me. It happened when I had been on duty for two days at the hospital and came home to find no lights in my house. Ken was the only electrician who could come on short notice. The repair didn't take long and as I watched Ken's muscled body gliding around my house, I realize just how horny I was. I had a doctor whom I was letting serve my needs, but I hadn't had time for him in a week. Ken was young, hunky, and here! I came on to him a little; that was all the invitation he needed. In minutes he had me stripped and braying in need before he fucked my lights out."

Ken, of course, was delighted to find a woman as rich as Dawn who couldn't get enough of him and soon she let him move in. "We're totally incompatible and fight like cats and dogs, but he always wins," she complained. "All he has to do is fondle a breast or pat my backside and all I can think about is his hard cock in me. After he fucks me for an hour or so, I'll do anything he wants. I make his truck payments, give him money for other women. One time he dressed me in some ridiculous heels and a little hussy skirt and sent me to a hotel where a medical convention was meeting, telling me to come onto some of the delegates in the bar. When Ken came in and "caught" me with a fat old medic's hand down my blouse and threatened him for touching 'his woman.' Then he berated me, asking if I couldn't go 'even one night without 'getting fucked?' Fortunately, no one recognized me, but I was terribly humiliated -- and tremendously turned on. When he fucked me that night, I nearly went crazy. I can't refuse the bastard anything!" She was almost crying. "Like you and with Maria," she said.

"Is he going to make you pregnant?" I asked with concern for this beautiful woman, now almost sobbing in my arms.

"Oh, God! He could, if he wanted to. In a heartbeat, if he made it a condition of my getting his cock in me. Maybe he thinks pregnant women don't fuck. Or maybe he just hasn't thought about it. That would be the end of everything," she wailed. "He could make me give up medicine and stay home making babies for him in a fucking trailer, if he wanted to. When his cock is in me, I'm totally in his control."

I had always dreamed about a woman so hot for sex that she was helpless. Now I'd actually encountered one. It wasn't me that drove her insane, but it was exciting to hear about just the same.

Her voice brought me back to reality. "So you see, we are both in the same boat, in a way. But with your help, I have a plan to free both me from Ken and you from Maria."

"Tell me," I said, still struggling to comprehend what she was saying.

"Easy, we will get Ken and Maria together. With luck, Maria will dominate Ken and keep him so busy, he won't have time for me. And keeping Ken nailed down should have Maria so fully occupied, she won't have time to hold your leash!"

"I guess it could work," agreed. "How do we do get them together?"

"I don't believe Ken and I have ever had our new neighbors over for dinner. What do you say the Friday after Maria returns?"

"Dinner is fine, but how do we make sure they go for each other, much less that Maria 'comes out on top?'"

"Ken is always on the lookout for new conquests, the horny bastard, and I think Maria will see Ken as a challenge, especially if you plant the seed. I'll try to provoke Ken without satisfying him, while you to see that Maria is well fucked when she arrives." I must have looked puzzled. "So Ken will be horny and vulnerable and Maria will be satisfied and in control of herself," Dawn explained.

Dawn and I spent the rest of the weekend in bed and continued to fuck whenever Ken wasn't around until Maria returned. No longer being so completely in Maria's thrall made me a more vigorous lover and she appreciated it, though she wondered why the change. "Because I missed you so much," I lied.

Several days after Maria and I got Dawn's invitation, I began to feign concern. "Are you sure we ought to go, Honey? I hear Ken is a real pig; I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to seduce you that night. What if he wants to make you into a sex pet as he has Dawn?"

"You know about Ken and Dawn?" Maria laughed. "Don't worry, amorcito, I'm not so easily dominated as that oversexed cow. I prefer having men serving ME, remember? Now come here and fuck me, Sweetie."

Maybe we both had the same thing in mind, but the afternoon before the dinner Maria fucked me long and hard, satiating herself with my tongue and cock before getting dressed.

Dawn met us at the door in a short green cocktail dress, matching green elbow-length gloves, and three-inch heels that made her taller than I. Maria had chosen an even shorter red miniskirt and five-inch heels. The word "firecracker" came to mind. Ken's eyes lit up when he saw her. Dawn and I sat back to watch the battle of wills as Maria and Ken flirted and sparred before and during the light dinner. "I need some help cleaning up and those two are having too much fun. You're volunteered, David," Dawn said as she ushered Ken and Maria into the living room for liqueurs. Of course we withdrew only to watch.