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Authors name: Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)
Story tite : Peter and Louise

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Peter and Louise (MF,MM,NC,Humil)
By - Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)


I had arrived in London from Switzerland and my 
adventure in Grindelwald with Jonathan and Jane (see 
'The Climbing Hut : Part III) that morning and I went 
straight from the airport to one of my branch offices 
to conduct a surprise inspection of the operation. As 
usual on these occasions although I had had an hotel 
booked I didn't expect to need it. The taxi dropped me 
outside the modest-looking building and before long I 
was in conference with the Branch Manager, Peter, who 
was clearly awed by a sudden visit from the Company 
Chairman and Owner. This was a visit lacking real 
significance for me but it rapidly became apparent as 
the day wore on that it was extremely significant to 
him. As time passed his anxiety grew and he clearly 
felt that his job and his future were on the line. This 
gave me a power over him that I didn't really need 
because it soon became obvious that he had a very 
submissive and easily dominated personality. The 
eagerness with which he agreed with all my suggestions 
which slowly became scarcely-concealed orders was 
gratifying. Even more interestingly I caught his dark 
eyes flicking uncertainly over me when he thought I 
wasn't watching him.

During the day as I was working I gradually drew some 
personal history from him and it became more and more 
interesting. While we were having afternoon tea he 
confided shyly under my questioning that he had been 
married for eighteen months. He sat looking 
embarrassed, much younger-looking than his twenty-five 
hears twisting his fingers as he answered my probing 
questions. His wife, Louise, was three years younger 
than his twenty-five and worked as a secretary in the 
same branch office. I was beginning to turn over in my 
mind plans for the evening. I had to stay until 
tomorrow and I was not fond of hotels. It began to look 
as though I had found somewhere to stay.

Before I finally made up my mind I decided that I would 
have a look at Louise. I thought too that it was time 
to let Peter begin to get an idea how things were 
going to be. I pushed my chair back and stood up, 
looked at him, and said in my quiet commanding style,

"OK Peter, it is time for a tour of your operation. 
While we do I'll check out your pretty young wife so 
make sure you introduce me. While you are about it, you 
can tell her that you have invited me to dinner this 
evening."

He looked at me in startled shock. He tried to speak 
once or twice and swallowed uncomfortably. I could see 
his Adam's apple jerking with nerves. I did not give 
him time to answer but walked out of the room leaving 
him no option but to follow. I let him conduct me 
around the offices, introducing me from time to time to 
members of staff. I was polite but distant and he could 
see me watching him. He led me to a door at the end of 
the corridor which opened into a large open-plan area. 
Next to a window was a desk bathed in sunlight at which 
was seated an extremely pretty girl. I did not need his 
rapid inspiration to tell me that this was Louise. I 
looked at her for a moment before she noticed us. She 
was slightly plump and I could see from where I was 
standing that she had large, very firm looking breasts 
neatly encased in a very low-cut pale yellow summer 
dress  which showed a deep cleavage displaying the 
upper third of her splendid bosom to advantage. She 
must have been wearing a very sheer bra because the 
sharp little cones of her nipples were evident through 
the thin material. She had a lovely long delicate 
aristocratic neck. Her long hair was styled casually 
unkempt and fell in rolls of tumbling blonde curls to 
her bare shoulders. As I inspected her I noted that she 
was rather lightly made up with a rather pale lipstick 
and her eyes nicely defined.

"'Bedroom-eyes'," I thought, with an internal smile. 

She was wearing a pair of delicate discreet earrings 
but no other jewellery. I decided to have a good look 
at her so I just stood where I was by the door and 
looked meaningfully at Peter. He coughed delicately and 
Louise looked up with a start, putting a hand to her 
small mouth.

"This is Mr Evans, darling," he said hesitantly, "he is 
visiting the Company today and I have invited him for 
dinner tonight, I hope that is alright." The young 
couple exchanged a glance but I didn't move from the 
door. As I stood looking without comment at Louise the 
silence became too much for her and she pushed her 
chair back and stood up.  As she did, she bent a little 
forward putting both hands on the edge of the desk. I 
looked with appreciation down into her bosom as the 
neckline of her dress fell a little away from her body 
and her cleavage deepened. I could see down the deep 
groove between her creamy breasts to the sheer cups of 
her bra and beyond to the darkness concealing her 
belly. She glanced quickly into my eyes and blushed 
slightly as she saw where I was looking and not 
troubling to hide my interest. She came around the desk 
and walked towards us.

"Very nice," I thought, "very nice indeed." Louise was 
about five foot six and very well made. I had already 
noted her breasts, at least 36C, and I ran my eyes over 
the rest of her trim figure. She had broad roomy hips 
and a slender waist supported on a set of really 
splendid legs, slim, sexy and encased in dark seamless 
nylon. The hemline of her short summer dress was at 
least five inches above her rather chubby knees.  Her 
shoes were very neat, patent leather with at least a 
four inch heel, sharply defining the muscles of her 
firm young calves. She held out her hand as she was 
introduced and I took it and pressed it more firmly 
than she expected, looking into her blue eyes as I 
gently stroked my finger across her warm palm. I heard 
her sharp intake of breath and her flush deepened. I 
did not release her hand but stood looking into her 
eyes as she was held captive by my commanding grasp. 

Her husband stood anxiously beside me knowing that 
something was going on but he had not yet figured out 
what. I smiled at Louise and caressed her palm again 
before releasing her hand. She gasped.

"So nice of you to invite me for dinner," I smiled, 
"please join me at my hotel for a drink before dinner. 

Then I have a short meeting and I will be at your house 
about eight o'clock. Peter has already given me the 
address."

"I look forward to it," she said in a high-pitched 
breathy, almost teen-aged voice. I smiled again and 
just stood looking at her. As I knew it would, the 
tension became too much and she turned and walked back 
to her desk allowing me my fist view of her bottom. 

This was really splendid. Some people may have thought 
it a touch on the large side but I thought that it was 
perfect. The plump firm cheeks of her buttocks 
stretched the thin silk of her dress and as she walked 
the line of her panties was clearly visible.  Even more 
interesting I could se the slight bulge of what could 
only be a suspender. I continued to watch her as she 
sat, unavoidably giving me another brief flash of her 
cleavage, before smiling at her and turning to leave 
the room.

"Very nice, very, very nice," I said quietly, 
apparently to myself but loud enough for Peter to hear. 

I heard him gasp and when I looked at him I could see a 
flush high on his cheek bones. I led the way back to 
Peter's office and automatically as though by right 
took his large upholstered chair leaving him standing. 
I sat and looked at him as he stood uncertainly, his 
cheeks still flushed. He made two or three efforts to 
speak before the words came out.

"Would you like some tea or a drink?" he finally asked 
me, anxiety in his eyes. I smiled at him and said 
nothing making it obvious that I was looking him over. 

He was wearing neat trousers and a tight-fitting shirt 
with an unobtrusive tie. He was, like his wife, rather 
well made but stopping short of being plump. His 
pectorals were rather well defined raising little 
mounds under his shirt. I thought back with pleasure to 
Derek (see 'Derek and Susan'). Coincidentally, Peter 
and Louise lived rather close to my other captive 
couple and plans began to germinate in my mind to bring 
the four of them together.  But I still had quite a lot 
that I wanted to do tonight before I could even begin 
to think of this. All this went through my mind as I 
sat looking at him considering his offer.

"Tea would be nice," I said quietly, watching him as he 
walked to the door and spoke quietly to his secretary. 
I enjoyed the sight of his plump bottom as the muscles 
flexed against the tight fabric of his trousers. Peter 
came back into the room and sat on a hard visitor's 
chair, legs crossed and his fingers interlaced around 
his knee as he looked anxiously about him, sneaking 
glances at me. I did not say anything but just sat 
watching him and letting his apprehension build. There 
was a discreet tap at the door and he sprang to his 
feet with a look of unmistakeable relief on his face.
I watched his secretary, in whom, under other 
circumstances I may have been interested, bring in a 
tray with tea and biscuits which she set gently on the 
corner of the desk before giving me a shy smile and 
tip-tapping back to the door on her high heels, her 
trim bottom wiggling deliciously.

She was a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly 
small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long 
legs hardly concealed by a very short skirt. I looked 
at Peter without comment and he leapt to his feet and 
poured me tea handing it to me in a noticeably 
trembling hand. As I drank I kept my eyes fixed on 
Peter and the continual scrutiny was making him more 
and more uncomfortable. He crossed and uncrossed his 
legs finally trying with an obvious effort to control 
his nerves by again lacing his fingers around his knee. 

I could see that he was uneasily waiting for my next 
words but I decided that enough was enough. I finished 
my tea, got up from the chair and walked to the door, 
turning to look at the concerned young man before I 
left.

"It is about four o'clock now and I have a meeting with 
the Financial Controller. You know where I am staying, 
your secretary booked the hotel. Be in the lounge bar 
with your sexy wife at six o'clock and don't be late." 

I closed the door on his shocked face and went to 
complete my business for the afternoon having arranged 
my entertainment for the evening and, without my hosts 
realising it yet, my accommodation for the night.

After my business was concluded I returned to my hotel 
and had a drink and a shower. I dressed for the evening 
in my usual attire of  black slacks and a black polo-
necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. Glancing 
at my watch I saw that it was approaching six o'clock 
so I made my way to the lounge bar and took a seat in a 
small alcove. There were two bunk type seats with a 
table between them and I sat on the outside of one of 
the benches and waited for the pretty pair who, unknown 
to them were to entertain me during my short stay.

I relaxed and looked about me. The room was almost 
empty. There was a couple of young women at the bar, 
clearly wrapped up in each other. I ran my eye over 
them with a secret smile. On another occasion it would 
have amused me to intrude on and to distort their 
relationship, leaving them permanently changed but 
tonight I had a more interesting diversion in mind. I 
sat thinking about Peter who had clearly been over-awed 
by the Company Chairman who had visited him in at such 
short notice to inspect and comment on the systems that 
he had instituted and had been, until now, totally 
responsible for without audit. However, the axe had now 
fallen and without warning I had appeared to assess his 
performance in guiding this small part of my Company's 
business and he also knew from my attitude during the 
day that much worse may be in store although, despite 
his apprehension, he did not know what. He just knew 
and had been unable to avoid communicating his feelings 
to me, that he found my presence both personally and 
professionally threatening. I had easily divined from 
Peter's attitude and responses during the day that he 
was a very submissive personality and I felt from my 
brief acquaintance with Louise that she was probably 
the same. While I was sitting musing about all this I 
saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Peter and 
Louise had entered the lounge and were standing just 
inside the door looking round uncertainly.

I noted with amusement the Louise was holding her 
husband's hand. They had not seen me immediately as I 
was concealed in the alcove behind a large potted palm.  
After letting them stand and look around for a moment I 
stood up. I did not gesture, I just looked at them and 
that was sufficient.

Hand in hand the young couple walked over to me. I did 
not hesitate but reached out and shook the surprised 
young man's hand briefly.

"Hi Peter," I said warmly, "have a seat." I indicated 
the bench opposite where I had been sitting and he sat 
down automatically and rather warily. Without looking 
at him further I turned to his young wife and slipped 
my arm around her waist. I held her for a moment 
relishing the warm feeling of her body in my encircling 
arm. I dropped my arm a little so that my hand was 
resting on her hip and as I looked into her eyes I let 
her feel me run my fingers along her suspender belt 
prominent under the delicate silk of her dress. I had 
moved so suddenly that neither husband or wife were 
prepared for what was happening and both gave a shocked 
gasp. Louise's face became tinged with red and she 
tried to move from my grasp but I held her firmly. 

Looking into her eyes I tilted her chin up and as the 
shocked and frightened young husband watched I kissed 
his pretty wife, sliding my hand onto her bottom and 
fondling the firm plump cheek of her ass as I did so. I 
just brushed my relaxed lips against Louise's tightly 
closed ones as I looked into her wide scared blue eyes 
without making any attempt to deepen the intimacy of 
the kiss .It was sufficient for now that I had 
established my dominance and begun to assert my right 
to her body by kissing her and feeling her up in public 
and in addition, demonstrating to her husband that he 
was unable to prevent what was happening. I tightened 
my grip slightly and drew her firm young body 
momentarily against me enjoying the firmness of her 
lush breast as it was pressed into my side. I held her 
to me for a moment and then took my lips from hers and 
smiled into her eyes before releasing her.

"Hello Louise," I said quietly, "please sit down." She 
made an effort to move to sit beside her husband but I 
firmly directed her into the seat on my side of the 
table so that she was trapped on the inside of the 
booth with her husband sitting opposite her. At my 
gesture the waiter brought a bottle of champagne 
and poured our drinks. When he had left I picked up 
my glass and proposed a toast to the anxious couple, 
"Here's to a happy, sexy evening and to getting 
to know you, particularly you, Louise, an awful lot 
better." I watched with amusement as they looked at one 
another trying to work out the implications of the 
toast and I half turned to give Louise a careful 
scrutiny.

Hoping that I wouldn't notice, she moved as far away 
along the seat from me as she could. I didn't say 
anything as I looked at my pretty companion totally 
ignoring her husband. She glanced quickly up at me and 
then dropped her eyes to her hands, twisting the long 
thin stem of the champagne glass in her fingers. Her 
breasts were heaving from the after effects of my 
caress and her cheeks were flushed. I could hear her 
rapid breathing, a combination of anxiety and reluctant 
excitement, although she didn't yet recognise the 
latter emotion. Louise was a very pretty girl I had 
decided when I met her earlier in the afternoon and 
now, studying her closely I could see that I had not 
been wrong. Her body was shown to absolute perfection 
by the revealing silk dress and as she raised her arm 
to take a drink the low cut arm hole of the dress 
revealed her pale yellow bra and the beginning of the 
side of her breast. I leaned back on the bunk seat and 
looked her over, making no secret of my interest and 
that I was ignoring her husband. Her flush deepened and 
I could hear his ragged breathing on the other side of 
the table. My eyes dropped from her flushed cheeks to 
her upper chest and she glanced quickly sideways at me. 

I smiled at her as I let her see me openly assessing 
her full figure. The flush spread from her cheeks to 
her shoulders and her upper chest.

Her breasts were really magnificent and displayed to 
perfection by the delicate summer dress. The upper 
third of her breasts was bare showing a deep tanned 
cleavage which swelled out in a lovely curve. Her 
nipples were still evident through the material. Her 
breasts, although large, seemed to be confined in a 
relatively flimsy bra, needing little support. I 
dropped my eyes lower. From the swell of her 
magnificent bosom her body narrowed to a trim but not 
too slender waist and I noted a cute womanly swell to 
her stomach. It was not completely flat. There was a 
little bit of fat there but she was definitely not 
overweight. My eyes continued their journey down to the 
swell of her hips which, although broad, were in 
proportion to her breasts and to her height.  She 
really had a magnificent lush womanly figure. She 
glanced at me again and saw me openly assessing her 
cute belly and her legs and took a quick nervous gulp 
of champagne. I interrupted my scrutiny of his young 
wife to look across at Peter.

"Pour some more champagne for Louise and I," I said 
with a touch of mockery in my voice. He rushed to obey 
and it was noticeable that although his own glass was 
empty he did not refill it. I chuckled to myself.
"A real submissive," I thought, "doing exactly as he is 
told and not realizing it!"

I then ignored him and continued my scrutiny of his 
wife. My searching gaze dropped to her legs. As she sat 
on the bunk seat of the alcove her thighs were slightly 
apart. The hem of her short dress had ridden up a 
little and was about six inches above her knees.

The muscles of her thighs had slightly flattened as she 
sat and the tightness of her dress outline the strap of 
her suspender. I had noted her chubby knees, calves and 
neat ankles in the office and close up they were just 
as good. I smiled into her embarrassed eyes and leaned 
back and took a sip of champagne as I looked from one 
to other of the young couple. Although we had not 
spoken much I had been so deliberate in and taken so 
long over my scrutiny of Louise that, taken with the 
time it had taken to get the champagne, half an hour 
had passed. I sat quietly drinking and watching Louise, 
gradually raising her anxiety level. I completely 
ignored her husband and I could see them exchanging 
continual frightened glances. Finally I glanced at my 
watch.

"It is time you two left," I said with authority, "I 
will be at your house in an hour. It doesn't matter 
what you wear Peter but listen carefully to me Louise. 

You are to wear your very sexiest underwear and your 
prettiest dress. You are to be wearing the highest 
heels you have and you will have attended to your make-
up. While you shower and change for me you, Peter, can 
make the supper. Anything simple will do." I looked 
into their shocked eyes and stood to allow Louise to 
pass me as she got up and moved out of the booth. I 
knew that she half expected me to touch her and that 
she was terrified but I desisted knowing that it would 
be all the sweeter later on. I leaned back and took a 
sip of champagne as I looked up at the young couple.

"Now get out," I said sharply, "and be ready for me 
when I come or you will both be very sorry. When I come 
to your house, you Louise, are to open the door. Peter, 
you will stay in the lounge until either I call you or 
until we come in. One last thing - make sure that there 
are fresh flowers in the bedroom." They looked at one 
another again and turned and made for the door and I 
smiled to myself as I saw the young woman reach 
instinctively for her husband's hand. They reached the 
door and she flashed me a last anxious glance before 
they left and the door closed behind them. I stretched 
out with satisfaction and finished the champagne. I 
went to my room and had another shower and ordered my 
car for a quarter to eight as the young couple lived 
quite close to the hotel.

At precisely eight o'clock I rang their doorbell and 
before the chimes had died away Louise opened the door 
and stood aside for me to enter the small hall. I 
smiled at her and looked her over from head to toe 
slowly and deliberately but did not touch her. She was 
wearing a very low-cut wrap-around dress made of a very 
soft silky clingy pale blue material held by a single 
clip at the waistline. As she turned to close the door 
I could see that from the back it clung tightly to and 
outlined every curve of her young body and when she 
nervously turned to face me I saw immediately that from 
the front it was even sexier because, in addition to 
clinging, the split skirt gaped exposing her thigh with 
each step as far as her stocking top. The neckline of 
the sexy dress displayed her cleavage to it's full 
advantage revealing at least half of her firm full 
breasts. She had left her hair loose falling to her 
bare shoulders in blonde sexy waves. She had clearly 
paid a great deal of attention to achieving just the 
right effect.  Apart from a pair of small earrings she 
was not wearing jewellery. I could smell the delicate 
scent of her perfume in the small hall. I smiled at her 
and held out my hand which she took nervously. I could 
feel her small hand trembling in mine and I could sense 
that she was terrified that I was going to touch her. 

She was clearly as submissive as her husband. I smiled 
at her, released her hand and indicated the door to the 
lounge which she opened with relief. I followed her 
into the comfortably furnished room.

Peter was standing by the fireplace and I did not miss 
the anxious questioning look that he flashed to his 
wife as we entered. I looked around and immediately 
walked over and took possession of a large comfortable-
looking settee. I relaxed, leaned back and looked 
across at Peter.

"Get us some drinks, I'll have a whisky," I commanded 
brusquely, not even pretending to ask, "Louise, come 
here and sit beside me." He obediently went to a small 
drinks cabinet and began to prepare the drinks while 
his wife reluctantly crossed the room, looked down at 
me and sat beside me on the settee, as far away from, 
me as she could. Peter put my drink on a small 
occasional table at my right side and gave his wife 
what looked like lemonade. I indicated a chair opposite 
the settee and Peter sat down warily looking at us. I 
ignored Louise and began to talk to her husband about 
my visit to his office. I could have used this to make 
him anxious and insecure but that was too easy and too 
crude. There were much better ways. I complimented him 
on his performance in the office and let him know that 
was completely satisfied. He blushed with pleasure and 
I saw him beginning to relax. I moved along the settee 
until my hip was pressed against his young wife, 
trapping her in the corner of the deep seat. As I 
talked to her husband I slid my arm along the back of 
the settee behind his wife, still not touching her but 
this movement was enough to bring the anxiety back into 
his eyes. I could feel the tenseness in her body 
communicating itself to be through our touching hips.

As I continued to talk to her husband I dropped my hand 
a little lower so that it was now resting on her 
shoulder and neither of them could pretend otherwise. I 
saw the fear in Peter's eyes as saw my hand resting 
with an air of confident ownership on Louise's 
shoulder.  I carried on with my analysis of the Branch 
Office performance under his care, but now I moved my 
hand lower along his wife's bare shoulder.  I gently 
played with her blonde hair as I talked and ran  my 
fingers up and down along the thin strap supporting her 
dress.  I moved my hand slightly so that my fingers 
were slightly splayed on the bare flesh of Louise's 
upper chest just below her collar-bone and I gently 
caressed her with my fingers. She gave an involuntary 
gasp and I saw with amusement her nipples harden 
against the thin fabric. I trailed my fingers along the 
neckline of her dress towards the deep valley of her 
cleavage and as her dress was so low-cut it was clear 
to Peter that my fingers were now caressing the upper 
surface of his wife's breast. I saw him stiffen and his 
muscles flex as he stood to make at least a token 
protest. I looked into his eyes and what he saw in  
mine caused him to sink back in his chair.

"Sit down and stay where you are until I tell you to 
move," I ordered quietly and he did not miss the menace 
in my tone.

He sank back in his chair breathing heavily and watched 
with horror in his eyes as I moved my hand to cup 
Louise's full breast.  Louise sighed and I could feel 
her tremble but she didn't say anything.  As though 
nothing was happening out of the ordinary I continued 
to talk about the commercial performance and the 
competitiveness in the Market of the Branch Office but 
now my hand roamed freely over the young wife's full 
breast as I fondled and massaged the firm springy flesh 
under my hand, conscious of the bud of her erect stiff 
nipple in my palm.  I kept on talking to her husband 
but it was clear that now he was not listening to me. 

His whole attention was fixed on my hand as it played 
with his wife's firm breast.  As I talked, I rolled her 
stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger and Louise 
gave a little groan and pressed her thighs together.  

She was clearly being affected by the attention I was 
paying to her breast. I gave her flesh a last firm 
squeeze through her dress before withdrawing my hand to 
her shoulder.  She gave a sigh of relief but her 
respite was short-lived as I slid my hand down on to 
her breast again but this time straight under the loose 
neckline of her thin dress.

I looked into the frightened young husband's eyes as I 
fondled his wife's breast through the inadequate 
protection of her flimsy bra-cup. Her nipple was like a 
warm bullet against the palm of my hand. Louise stirred 
uneasily under my caress and slightly parted her 
thighs. This had the effect of causing the slit of the 
loose wrap-around dress to gape and expose her dark 
nylon-clad thigh as far as her stocking top. I looked 
down at the exposed sexily covered flesh and gave her 
breast a firm squeeze making her gasp as I smiled at 
her husband.

"Very nice indeed, Peter. You have a very sexy wife and 
I appreciate her getting dressed up for me." He glared 
at me in impotent rage. I turned to Louise and smiled 
into her terrified eyes.

"I think it would be really nice if you sat on my lap, 
don't you Louise darling?" I asked her quietly. She 
looked at me in horror.

"Please don't make me. Please leave us alone." She 
begged wretchedly. I just smiled and squeezed her 
nipple through the thin bra. She gasped with shock and 
pain.

"Just do it," I said with menace and I knew that she 
would obey. I could feel her trembling against me and 
the faint smell of her perspiration was in my nostrils. 

I withdrew my hand from the neckline of her dress and 
allowed her to stand. I could see her shaking as she 
straightened her dress. I moved along the settee so 
that I was sitting by the deeply upholstered arm. 
Louise appeared paralysed with fear. I reached forward 
and took her hand and pulled her down onto my lap. She 
was sitting with her back to the upholstered arm of the 
settee and her plump bottom spread comfortably on my 
thighs.

Her legs were hanging to my right although had I wished 
I could have lifted them on to the settee. I slipped my 
left arm round Louise under her armpit. I could feel 
the warmth of her flesh on my arm and I took immediate 
possession of her breast which I squeezed again with 
pleasure through her dress making her gasp with anguish.
Her legs flexed a little and her thighs slightly parted
making the sexy dress gape and revealing her right leg 
and thigh almost as far as her stocking top. She saw it 
and gasped, instinctively moving her hand to her dress 
to close it.

"Leave it," I ordered quietly, "clasp your hands in 
your lap and keep them there until I tell you to move 
them." I squeezed her breast a little harder to 
emphasise my point and she blushed but obeyed. As I 
felt Louise's left breast with my left hand I ran my 
right hand down her right arm to her fingers which 
rested compliantly in her lap and from there on to her 
thigh outside her dress. She gasped again with fear and 
shock. I could see her husband watching and I could 
hear his ragged breathing. I slid my hand down Louise's 
plump thigh relishing the feel of the material of her 
dress slipping against her stocking until I came to the 
slit in the wrap-around dress. I slid my hand into the 
gaping dress on to the inside of Louise's thigh just 
above her knee and I began to caress the soft flesh 
through the sexy nylon of her dark stocking. As I 
played with her I began to pressure her husband.

"Tell me about your husband Louise," I asked casually, 
"do you have a good sex-life and can he satisfy you in 
bed. Is his prick big enough for you?" She stiffened in 
my arms and I heard the sharp intake of breath from 
Peter. I could feel her beginning to shake but she did 
not answer me. "Well?" I asked, squeezing her nipple 
hard between thumb and forefinger through the 
inadequate protection of her thin dress and bra, "don't 
make me repeat myself or you will both be very sorry." 

I saw them exchange glances and she made a couple of 
attempts before she was able to get the words out in 
her breathy teenage voice.

"We have a lovely sex-life and I am very happy with my 
husband." I laughed and looked across at Peter.

"Is that true?" I asked maliciously, "and don't even 
think of lying. Before tonight is over I am going to 
know everything there is to know about you two. If I 
find that you are not telling me the truth about 
anything I will take my belt and thrash your wife's 
plump sexy bottom until it bleeds. Now get on and tell 
me the truth." Louise gasped with shock and horror on 
my lap. I ignored her although I still held her left 
nipple between thumb and forefinger and my right hand 
was caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Peter 
made several attempts before he could speak and he 
finally began to mumble, blushing furiously.

"My penis is not very big," he whispered almost 
inaudibly, "I usually have to finish satisfying Louise 
orally." I laughed at his discomfiture.

"I thought as much," I said, "stand up and take off 
your trousers and shorts. Don't bother arguing, just do 
it or I have told you what I will do to Louise. I might 
thrash her anyway because I enjoy doing it but if you 
continue to do exactly as you are told you may be able 
to save her some pain." Peter slowly stood up, 
unfastened his belt and pulled down his zip. I watched 
him take of his trousers as I played with his sexy 
wife. He put his trousers on the chair and paused. I 
squeezed Louise's nipple harder and she gasped with 
pain.

Peter hurriedly drew off his shorts and stood with his 
hand concealing his groin. I let him stand for a moment 
as I gently kissed his wife's ear, caressing it with 
the tip of my tongue and relishing her gasp of shock.

"Put your hands by your sides," I ordered her husband 
and squeezed his wife's nipple again a little harder 
when he did not immediately comply. "I have told you 
and I will not tell you again," I said with some 
menace, "do exactly as I say immediately or Louise will 
suffer." He dropped his hands to his sides and stood 
looking at me. I cupped his wife's plump left breast in 
my hand and continued to gently feel her as I caressed 
her inner thigh and looked at her husband as he stood 
blushing displaying himself. He had a very childish 
appearance with small almost hairless balls and a very 
small prick, about two inches when flaccid as it was at 
this moment and fairly thin. His hips were fatty, plump 
and girlish and his plump legs were smooth, almost 
devoid of hair.

"Come over here and stand close by me," I ordered, and 
was not surprised when he immediately complied. My 
threats were having an effect at last. 

I slipped my right hand from the opening in Louise's
dress and rested it on her thigh outside her 
dress as I looked up at her husband. I reached out and 
cupped his balls in my hand. He and his wife gasped 
again. I gently fondled his balls and his little prick 
began to stiffen. I whispered into Louise's ear, loudly 
enough for her husband to hear, "It looks as if your 
husband likes being felt by a proper man doesn't it 
Louise?" Peter stood blushing deeply with shame as he 
stood looking down at me feeling his wife as I fondled 
his little balls. I grasped his prick and gently wanked 
him to stiffness. Even with this stimulation his prick 
was less than four inches long and very thin.

"So that is all you have to satisfy such a sexy wife," 
I mocked, "no wonder you need to use your tongue. You 
are hardly a man at all. Just look at you, plump girlie 
thighs, hairless legs and little mounds under your 
shirt like little tits." As I spoke I continued to wank 
him and his blush deepened. I released his prick and 
slid my hand back into the folds of Louise's dress, 
gently but firmly parting her thighs.

"I am going to tell you both now how things are going 
to be tonight. Louise is mine for the night. I am going 
to do anything and everything I like to her. We are 
going to need a maid and that is your function Peter. 
Tonight you are going to serve us while I service your 
sexy wife." I could hear their uneven breathing as they 
looked at one another.

"I like my maids nice and sexy. You are about the same 
size as Louise so go upstairs and get out of those 
clothes. Put on a pair of her sexiest black panties and 
a black garter belt and stockings. Louise's bras are 
too big for you so don't worry about that. For the time 
being, find a nice sexy black slip and wear that. You 
have fairly small feet so force them into a pair of 
your wife's high heeled shoes. I don't care how 
uncomfortable it is, just do it." Peter looked as 
though he was about to cry.

"Please don't make me," he said quietly, "it is so 
humiliating." I laughed.

"Just go and get on with it," I said, "and when you are 
changed, put fresh sheets on your bed and check that 
there are fresh flowers in the bedroom. Make sure that 
the lights are nice and low and have a bottle of 
chilled white wine ready for when I ask for it. Then 
come down and lay out the supper for Louise and I. You 
will not be having supper. It won't do you any harm to 
lose some weight and I do not allow my maids to eat 
with me."

He looked at me once more and left the room on 
reluctant feet with dragging steps.

I turned my attention again to the sexy blonde on my 
lap. She became tense and rigid and gave a loud gasp, 
followed by quiet sobbing as she began to cry but I 
felt her nipple hard and erect under my palm. The 
strain was clearly getting to her. My attentions 
combined with watching my domination of her husband 
had broken whatever resistance she had and she wept 
quietly with fear on my arms. I blew gently into her 
right ear and whispered quietly,

"Give me a nice kiss, Louise."  She looked at me 
helplessly her baby-blue eyes wet with tears and 
reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I gently kissed 
her closed tense lips, at first not pressing but just 
relishing the feel of her softness. I gently ran my 
tongue along the groove of her closed moist lips and 
her eyes widened. I pressed a little with my tongue and 
her reluctant lips parted. I tightened my grip on her 
breast and slid my tongue possessively between her lips 
taking complete command of her hot little mouth which I 
began to thoroughly kiss while I was feeling her. I 
casually explored her lips and gums enjoying the 
movement of her hot little tongue under my caress and 
despite herself, the passion of the kiss and the 
feelings my hand was evoking in her breast and nipple 
began to work her up. She began to pant into my mouth 
and I could begin to smell the unmistakable tang of a 
woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and 
smiled down into her eyes wide with fear and reluctant 
excitement.

"I think that you are beginning to like this, Louise," 
I said maliciously "I can smell your excitement. I 
think that you are a very sexy little piece indeed." 

She blushed a fiery red as she looked helplessly into 
my eyes. I put my right hand halfway up the inside of 
her plump right thigh just below the top of her 
stocking and gently spread her legs further.

She looked tensely up into my eyes but was too afraid 
of me to object. I lowered my lips to hers and began to 
kiss her again while I moved my right hand slowly up 
the inside of her right thigh towards the junction of 
her thighs enjoying the sensuous feeling of the sheer 
silk of the stocking on my roving hand. Keeping my left 
hand firmly on her breast, I moved my right hand up 
between her thighs over the soft bare flesh at the top 
of her stocking where I stopped for a moment and cupped 
my hand around the smoothness of her inner thigh. I 
could feel the strap of her suspender under my palm and 
the ball of my right thumb was just brushing the silk 
of her panties which I was not surprised to find were 
very moist indeed. I deepened my kiss and as the 
terrified but reluctantly excited woman squirmed on my 
lap I moved my hand a little further and  cupped her 
moist and quivering cunt through her tight wet panties. 

She gasped into my mouth. I took my lips from hers and 
looked down at Louise with a smile, relishing the 
moistness of the core of her being cupped possessively 
in my right hand. "Please don't" Louise begged 
wretchedly "no-one but my husband has ever touched me 
there. I feel that I am betraying him so badly."

"You have a really lovely cunt Louise," I said "and I 
think that, from the smell of you, you like having it 
felt, don't you darling?" Louise gasped and the blush 
spread to her shoulders as I moved my fingers gently 
over the contours of her cunt gently feeling her 
through the soft cling wet material of her panties. I 
began to kiss her again and she had learned that there 
was no point in resisting. Her lips opened compliantly 
under my caress allowing me the freedom of her fragrant 
mouth. I moved her thighs further apart and began to 
work her up as I kissed her by rubbing the tips of the 
fingers of my right hand along her prominent cuntal 
groove as it was outlined and defined by her wet 
panties. Louise began to blush more deeply, the flush 
spreading to her neck as her breathing quickened under 
my caress. I slipped my fingers from her groove to the 
leg of her panties and slid my hand up inside the hem 
taking possession of her bare wet cunt. I felt her 
stiffen in my arms as she became aware of what was 
happening.  Looking into her wide blue eyes as I 
continued kissing her I slipped first one and then two 
fingers deep into her wet clinging cunt and began a 
slow finger-fuck. Louise gasped again but did not dare 
to close her thighs. Her cunt rapidly became more moist 
and she began to breathe quickly and shallowly. I could 
see the blush beginning to spread from her cheeks and 
shoulders towards her breasts as I carried on finger-
fucking the horrified but very sexy little blonde. I 
knew that she was very tense and afraid and I did not 
know whether she would be able to cum but I carried on 
kissing her and finger-fucking her more and more 
deeply. Eventually the strength of the stimulation 
overcame her anxiety and she gave a deep shuddering 
gasp, burst into floods of tears and came in my hand.  
I took my lips from hers and she buried her face in my 
shoulder as she sat shaking and sobbing on my knee. I 
rested with my fingers deep up her cunt as she tried to 
calm down. Eventually she gave another of her deep 
shuddering gasps, took her face from my shoulder and 
looked reluctantly into my smiling eyes.

"There you are, Louise" I said maliciously "It was 
pretty easy to make you cum, wasn't it?". I let her 
rest and think about it for a few moments. I still had 
one hand possessively on her breast and the other up 
the leg of her panties resting on her soft warm thigh 
with my fingers up her cunt. She calmed down and looked 
miserably at me. Although she looked a little tear-
stained she had stopped crying.

"I'm so ashamed. I've never felt anything like that 
before," she said "I just couldn't help it."

I smiled at her. "It didn't take much to make you cum 
though , did it?" I asked, "you are a really sexy 
little piece, Louise." She blushed furiously and looked 
down at her clasped hands twisting nervously in her 
lap. I kissed her ear and whispered in to it, "This is 
a very pretty dress Louise, but you have made it all 
sweaty. Stand up, face me and take it off." I slipped 
my fingers from her cunt, gently pushed her from my lap 
and helped her to her feet. She turned to face me and 
her little hand went to the clasp at her waist and 
unfastened the simple but stunningly effective dress. 

She unfastened the clasp and the dress dropped open. 
She quickly shucked it off her shoulders and it fell 
with a whisper around her feet. She bent and picked it 
up and I looked appreciatively at her deep cleavage and 
the little creases in the flesh of her belly as she 
bent forward.

She saw me looking at her virtually naked body and 
flushed again prettily. I smiled up at her, "Your 
panties are very wet darling. Take them off but leave 
your suspender belt and stockings on."

She looked at me without speaking but knew better than 
to delay or protest by now, and slowly unfastened her 
suspenders and, bending forward again slid the wet 
panties down her legs, She lifted first her right foot 
and then her left freeing herself from the clinging 
material and then, as I sat watching her, fastened her 
suspenders and stood in front of me, her hands at her 
sides. Clearly, for the time being at any rate and 
perhaps for good, her resistance was broken. She seemed 
to have no initiative, waiting to be told what to do. 
Well, that suited me just fine. I leisurely inspected 
her from head to toe taking my time. She was a most 
attractive sight in almost transparent black underwear, 
her firm ample breasts encased in a deeply plunging 
black transparent bra with seamless cups and very thin 
straps. She was now only wearing in addition only a 
delicate lacy black suspender-belt supporting sheer 
dark stockings and shoes with about a four inch heel.

Her hair had become a little tousled from her emotions 
and hung to her shoulders in wild sexy waves and curls. 

She looked stunning. I indicated for her to turn round 
and she slowly rotated on the spot till she was 
standing with her back to me. I looked at her back view 
with appreciation. She had a very straight back above a 
swelling plump exceedingly well made bottom. The crease 
between her buttocks was deep and below each buttock at 
the junction with her thighs there was a sexy fold in 
the soft flesh. Her thighs were rather plump tapering 
to shapely knees and well made calves clearly defined 
by the high-heeled shoes. I relaxed and picked up my 
drink and considered her delicious rear view.

"Turn and face me, Louise," I said quietly and the 
frightened girl immediately did as I asked. I reached 
up and took her hand and drew her trembling body down 
on to my knee. I sat her as before with her legs 
pointing to the right and I motioned for her to put her 
right arm round my neck. I put my left arm round her 
under her armpit and straight on to her breast which I 
began to feel slowly and deliberately though the thin 
material of her bra. She became tense and rigid again 
on my lap clearly not yet used to submitting willingly 
and completely to my caress and gave a loud gasp, 
followed by quiet sobbing but I felt her nipple begin 
to erect under my palm.

"Give me another nice kiss, Louise, like I gave you 
earlier," I said quietly. She looked at me helplessly 
and reluctantly raised her lips to mine. I kept my lips 
passive and just looked into her eyes. She pressed her 
lips to mine and did not proceed. I squeezed her breast 
a little tighter and she understood immediately. She 
pushed her tongue into my mouth between my parted lips 
and began to clumsily kiss me. That was sufficient. I 
smiled to myself and took control beginning to 
thoroughly explore her hot little mouth again while I 
was feeling her. She began to pant into my mouth and I 
could begin to smell again the unmistakable tang of a 
woman excited despite herself. I removed my lips and 
smiled into her eyes.

"I think that you are beginning to get used to this 
Louise" I said maliciously "I can smell your 
excitement. Can you smell yourself?". She blushed a 
fiery red but did not reply as I continued to feel her. 

I could, of course, have stripped her myself but I 
always find that it is more exciting and humiliating 
for them if you make the wives in your power strip 
themselves for your pleasure and this is what I always 
do as it emphasises their humiliation and submission 
and consolidates my domination over them and their 
husbands.

"Take off your bra, Louise" I ordered. She looked into 
my eyes for a moment before reluctantly reaching behind 
her and opening the catch of her sheer black bra as she 
quietly sobbed on my lap. She slid the flimsy garment 
down her arms dropping it beside her on the settee. I 
looked appreciatively down at her breasts. For a woman 
of her size they were large but had a nice sexy shape 
to them with prominent up-tilted nipples surrounded by 
rather large dark pink areolae. Although large, there 
was hardly any sag.

I swung Louise round on my lap so that her back was 
against  me and her splayed wide-open thighs hanging on 
either side of mine. I could smell the perspiration 
from the frightened but excited girl as I pulled her 
back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck under 
her hair. I put both arms under her armpits and cupped 
her bare breasts and, as I carressed her neck I began 
to thoroughly feel her. She gasped and tensed again as 
she wriggled on my lap as her nipples erected 
involuntarily under my touch as I casually pulled and 
twisted them. Louise gave a shocked gasp of mingled 
pleasure and pain.

"You have such lovely breasts, Louise darling, I really 
could play with them all day," I said as I fondled her.
"Let me go please" Louise whispered, "I've never done 
anything like this before. I always want to be faithful 
to my husband."

I laughed at that and moved Louise around so that she 
was back in her original position on my lap with her 
back against the arm of the settee and her legs hanging 
to my right.

As I looked into her eyes I slid my right hand up the 
inside of her right thigh straight on to her bare cunt 
and began a gentle finger-fuck with first two and then 
three fingers. Her cunt was very wet and although 
tight, accommodated three fingers easily. I lowered my 
mouth to her right breast and began to deliberately 
suck her breast teasing her nipple with my teeth as she 
squirmed on my lap under the multiple stimulation. I 
moved from one breast to the other sucking hard until 
both nipples were fully erect and despite herself 
Louise was breathing heavily again. She was beginning 
to sweat harder and was getting excited again in spite 
of her obvious anxiety. I gave her another deep kiss as 
she wriggled on my lap as I continued to finger-fuck 
her moist cunt. I took my mouth from hers returned to 
sucking on her nipples, first one and then the other. 

Her legs parted further and Louise leaned her head back 
against my shoulder and gave a deep groan as with three 
fingers deep in her wet cunt I finger-fucked her 
vigorously.

"You like that, Louise, don't you darling" I said with 
a smile. She gasped and screwed her eyes up but did not 
cum and I knew that she was too tense so I let her 
relax, fingering her cunt with one hand while with the 
other I gently felt her soft springy breast.

There was a quiet noise outside the door in the small 
hall at the bottom of the stairs. I quickly swung 
Louise around again on my lap so that she was facing 
the door with her back against  me and her splayed 
wide-open thighs hanging on either side of mine. I 
could smell the exciting increased odour of her 
perspiration as I pulled the horrified but excited girl 
back against me and kissed her shoulder and neck again 
under her hair as I watched the door. I put both arms 
under her armpits and cupped her bare breasts and, as I 
kissed her neck I continued feeling her. She gasped and 
tensed again as she wriggled on my lap as her nipples 
erected again involuntarily under my touch as I 
casually pulled and twisted them. I slightly opened my 
thighs, causing Louise's thighs trapped outside mine to 
splay more widely and the slit of her pretty cunt to 
gape open.

She gave a shocked gasp of mingled pleasure, pain and 
horror as the door opened and her husband reluctantly 
entered. He stopped short as he was faced with his sexy 
young wife virtually naked on my lap, her breasts 
firmly cupped in my palms and her cunt gaping wide 
open. He just stood and stared dumbly as we took in his 
appearance with mixed emotions, mine a feeling of quiet 
satisfaction and Louise of sheer horror.

Peter stood just inside the door blushing with 
embarrassment, standing twisting his fingers. He was 
dressed in sheer dark nylon stockings supported by a 
delicate lacy garter belt and very sheer panties 
closely clinging to his balls and not concealing his 
little prick which was obviously stiffly erect. Over 
this he was wearing a virtually transparent black slip 
with a plunging neckline which clung to his little 
breast mounds the material of which was dented by the 
prominent cones of his nipples. He was balanced rather 
uncomfortably and precariously in high heeled shoes 
with about a four inch heel. He looked very 
uncomfortable but, I thought, rather sexy. I could feel 
Louise very tense on my lap, her body trembling under 
my hands. She looked at her husband and burst out, 
"Peter, how could you?" He looked very uncomfortable, 
as though he was about to burst into tears.

"I couldn't help it darling," he whispered wretchedly, 
"he made me do it, I couldn't help it!"

I smiled at him over his wife's flushed naked shoulder 
and decided to have a bit more fun with her while her 
crushed husband could do nothing but stand and watch 
helplessly.

I moved my right hand down over the soft warm curve of 
her belly tickling the indentation of her navel as I 
passed it. She gave a deep gasp and I felt her thighs 
clench against mine. I slipped my hand over her hairy 
prominent pubic mound and again took possession of her 
cunt. I gently ran my finger down the groove of her 
slit and she shivered convulsively. Her cunt began to 
moisten again and I could see that, in spite of her 
horror and fear, that she was an excitable and sexy 
woman with relatively little control over the responses 
of her body. I began to  finger-fuck her as gently as I 
could just using about half an inch of my finger and 
she rapidly became much wetter in my hand. I took my 
left hand from under her arm and turned her head so 
that I had access to her mouth and began to gently kiss 
her as I moved my exploring finger forwards to the hard 
little bud of her clitoris which I began to gently 
caress and stroke.  She gave a great shudder and pulled 
her lips from mine and buried her face in my chest.  

Without warning her body went into spasm against me as 
the waves of a powerful orgasm swept through her. Her 
cunt flooded into my hand and I kept on stroking and 
fondling her clitoris. She threw her head back and her 
hair hung in a shimmering blonde curtain as she looked 
up at the ceiling, gave another shuddering gasp and 
came again with an involuntary squeal as she burst into 
tears. I took my hand from her wet cunt slipped my hand 
under her armpit and began to gently feel her right 
breast as I gave her a deep kiss on her lips wet with 
the sheen of perspiration from her two powerful 
orgasms. She no longer resisted but accepted my kiss. I 
looked at the dejected figure of the husband standing 
looking vaguely foolish in his frillies watching me 
deeply kissing his wife who I had just so easily 
brought off in my hand.

I took my lips from hers and gently moved Louise around 
again so that she was sitting with her back to the 
upholstered arm of the settee and her plump bottom 
spread comfortably on my thighs. Her legs were hanging 
to my right and I gently spread them to open the groove 
of her cunt to her husband as he watched. I slipped my 
left arm round Louise under her armpit holding her 
firmly by the left breast as I lowered my lips to her 
right breast. I began to suck on her prominent nipple 
gradually stiffening it with my lips and tongue. Louise 
was convulsively trembling in my arms from the effects 
of the two powerful orgasms and her small hands were 
clenched on her thighs. I sucked more forcefully on her 
stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She 
groaned and, despite herself, put her hand on my head 
pressing it into her breast. She obviously had very 
sensitive nipples and having them sucked certainly 
aroused her again in spite of all the recent 
stimulation. I continued to torment her plump but firm 
breast, sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point 
with my lips and tongue. She groaned again and clutched 
my hair with her hand, pressing me into her. Her heels 
pressed against the floor and again, despite herself 
and clearly involuntarily, her thighs were so widely 
spread that both I and her helpless husband could see 
the pink slash of her gaping cunt.  As I sucked hard on 
her stiff right nipple I dropped my right hand to her 
right thigh and gently and slowly slid my palm up the 
soft warm flesh of the inside of her leg until I was 
cupping her moist and quivering cunt. I gently trailed 
the tips of my fingers along the prominent open groove 
of her excited cunt and began to fondle and press the 
fleshy lips with the tips of my fingers, caressing her 
gently and rubbing my fingers forward towards the stiff 
little bud of her clitoris. I sucked harder on her 
nipple drawing as much of the firm springy breast flesh 
as I could into my mouth as I brushed the hard nubbin 
of her clitoris gently with the ball of my right thumb. 

She gasped again and threw her head back looking 
straight up at the ceiling, her hair hanging to her 
thigh in a soft curtain.

"Oh God!!!" she gasped, "please don't do that, I beg 
you, please don't." I took my lips from her nipple and 
blew gently on the hardened wet point as I laughed 
gently. I slowly kissed up the side of her neck and the 
line of her jaw until I reached her mouth which I 
immediately claimed and which compliantly opened under 
my demanding lips and tongue. She looked helplessly 
into my eyes as I squeezed her firm left breast and 
continued stroking her cunt. As I kissed her and looked 
into her wide and staring baby blue eyes I cupped her 
wet cunt in my right hand and began to tickle the 
perineum, the smooth silky area between the back of the 
groove of her cunt and the dimple of her ass with the 
tips of my fingers as I gently but persistently rubbed 
her clitoris with the ball of my thumb. She tried to 
shake her head and I saw her eyes widen as the multiple 
sensations began to overwhelm her again. I held her 
firmly with my lips and tortured her tongue with mine 
as I stroked her clitoris gently but persistently 
bringing her to another powerful orgasm. Her breath 
rasped in my mouth and I released her lips as her tear-
filled eyes gazed helplessly into mine. I let her rest, 
holding her on my lap with my left hand still cupping 
her full left breast and my right hand lying on the 
soft swell of her belly just above her cuntal mound 
relishing the feeling of the soft pubic fleece on the 
lower border of my hand. With a great effort she 
brought herself under control and sat breathing heavily 
on my lap, her breasts heaving. Her whole body was 
covered with a fine sheen of perspiration and the room 
was filled with the intoxicating scent of her 
excitement. I let her calm down and her breathing 
gradually quietened and she gave a deep gasp and wiped 
the perspiration from her brow and eyes with a shaking 
hand. I gently kissed her cheek and released her breast 
and carefully slid her to her feet where she stood on 
shaking legs. I reached out and fondled her buttock and 
the soft flesh of her plump bottom clenched under my 
hand but she did not move away. I smiled to myself and 
reached up and took the shaking blonde's hand. She 
looked down at me, her lower lip trembling. I decided 
to have some more fun before I let her relax so I 
tightened my grip on her little hand and pulled 
downwards causing her to bend towards me. I released 
her hand and slipped my right hand between her thighs, 
cupping her cunt and slipping two fingers up her. They 
slid easily into her gaping wet slit. I pulled the 
bending blonde towards me by the grip I had on her cunt 
and she gasped with anguish but obediently allowed 
herself to be manoeuvred until she was standing 
alongside my thigh.

I slipped my left hand behind her, tweaked her garter 
belt and insinuated my fingers between the cleft of the 
protruding buttocks of her trim ass, brushing the 
dimpled rose of her ass-hole before moving forward 
against the resistance of her thighs towards her cunt. 

I looked up into her frightened eyes, taking my right 
hand from her cunt and grasping her swinging left 
nipple as she bent uncomfortably over me. I could see 
her husband behind her watching helplessly.

"Spread your legs," I said quietly but firmly. She 
looked back, wide-eyed at me but did not move. I 
squeezed her nipple, twisting it slightly harder with 
my right hand and hurt her breast a little more. She 
gasped and stood bowlegged while I felt her cunt. The 
pressure I was putting on her nipple caused her to bend 
further forward. I continued pulling her down by the 
nipple until I had her reluctant trembling form spread 
on my lap at my complete disposal. Louise finally lay 
limply and submissively across my lap her resistance 
for the moment broken. She lay as I had put her, still 
being controlled by the pressure I was exerting on her 
nipple waiting in tense anticipation, head inverted, 
and her blonde hair hanging in a shimmering curtain to 
the carpet. Her dangling breasts were pressed against 
my left leg as I held her by the nipple and admired the 
exotic contour of her ripe curves. The rounded contours 
of her rather plump bottom lay over my lap rather more 
to the right than to the left and she must have been 
aware of my stiff prick against her bare cunt as the 
stimulation of forcing the reluctant girl across my 
knees in front of her frightened husband had begun to 
excite me even more. Her long legs, sheathed in dark 
stockings defining her neat calves and rather plump 
thighs, were slightly parted and the toes of her high 
heeled shoes scraped on the carpet.  I proceeded 
slowly, knowing that the anxiety of waiting to see what 
would happen would build up the tension in Louise's 
mind. In fact, I could feel her gently trembling as she 
lay unwillingly across my lap. I released her nipple 
now that she was completely under my control and 
reached down to feel her breasts, arranging her so that 
I could enjoy the feeling of the soft springy flesh of 
her breasts pressing against the firm muscle of my calf 
as she dangled helplessly head down over my lap. I did 
not remove her shoes preferring to see her discomfort 
as she tried to cope with high heeled shoes as she lay 
across my lap.

I ran my hand up the outside of her thigh on to the 
soft springy flesh of her buttock and spent a moment 
contemplating the enticing sight her naked bottom 
presented across my lap, so temptingly displayed for my 
enjoyment as I drew my forefinger very gently down the 
crack of her ass-cheeks. I laughed quietly as I saw the 
reflex clenching of the muscles of her bottom and heard 
her gasp. I returned my hand to the outside of her 
nylon-sheathed thigh and slid it up her lush curved leg 
caressing her soft flesh through her stocking until I 
again reached the summit of the globe of her right 
buttock. I pinched the soft flesh gently and noted with 
amusement her instant instinctive reaction. The muscles 
of her buttocks clenched tightly and I could see the 
waves of contraction passing through the firm flesh 
under my caressing hand. I immediately released her 
flesh and continued to soothe her with a gentle caress. 

The powerful feelings were too much for Louise and she 
gave a great shuddering sigh and a lot of the tension 
seemed to leave her body and I saw and felt the muscles 
of her ass relax and become quiescent under my hand. I 
had won another victory over my unwilling victim.  Now 
that she was relaxed, even if anxious, I began to feel 
her bottom at my leisure. I passed my hands over the 
perfect globes squeezing and kneading the soft yet firm 
flesh.

The muscles of her bottom clenched and unclenched under 
the demanding attention of my exploring hands but she 
kept her thighs as closely together as she dared.  I 
put up with this for a while and then I slid my right 
hand down the inside of her nylon-covered thigh to her 
knee and pressed slightly outwards. She understood at 
once and reluctantly parted her legs in response to my 
demanding hand. I continued to caress and mould her ass 
flesh with my left hand and slid my right hand between 
her newly parted thighs along the deep crack of her 
ass-cheeks on to her bare cunt which I began to feel.

Already moist, she rapidly became wet under my 
attention and I thoroughly coated my fingers in the 
juice from her sopping cunt. With my left hand I widely 
parted the twin globes of her perfect ass baring the 
puckered little brown rose of her ass-hole. She sighed 
deeply which became a gasp as I trailed my wet finger 
across her orifice. She gave a sharp gasp of horror as 
I gently but deliberately slid my finger past the outer 
ring of muscle, straight up her clinging bottom.
"Oh God, No!!! You mustn't do that," she said shrilly, 
the teenage timbre very evident and making her sound 
very young when she was under stress.

I just laughed quietly and relaxed for a moment, 
enjoying the feel of the internal muscles of her ass as 
they clutched and pulled against my finger. She 
shuddered deeply again which had the delightful effect 
of pressing the full globes of her hanging breasts more 
firmly against the muscle of my calf. I began to slowly 
finger-fuck her delicious bottom and she was unable to 
remain still under the attention, wriggling on my lap 
in spite of herself and agitating my stiff prick 
deliciously. I slid a second finger into her ass and 
she gasped with a mixture of surprise and pain. I began 
to fuck the tight orifice with two fingers of my left 
hand deliberately stretching and loosening it.
"Please stop," she begged, "this is so dirty, you 
mustn't do that to me." 
Her husband at last found his voice as well.

"For God's sake, leave her alone, you bastard," he got 
out almost in a whisper. I just smiled at him and 
continued to play with his sexy wife who continued to 
wriggle as she lay helplessly across my lap as I played 
with her reluctant body. I pushed my two invading 
fingers as far up her bottom as I could and held her 
impaled while I reached down with my free hand, slid it 
between the soft flesh of her breasts and the hard 
muscle of my calf and began to feel her, roughly 
moulding and squeezing the soft springy flesh of her 
firm breast. I could see her breast becoming reddened 
by my tormenting fingers and she groaned again loudly. 
Giving her captured breast another firm squeeze and 
eliciting an accompanying deep gasp of pain I released 
her and slipped my fingers out of her wet clinging ass. 

I smiled at her husband as I smelt his wife on my 
fingers. I motioned for him to come over and stand by 
me which he did on reluctant dragging legs.
I held up my left hand, extending the two fingers that 
had so recently held his wife impaled by the bottom and 
smiled at Peter.

"Clean my fingers," I ordered.

"I couldn't," he gasped, going visibly pale. I just 
sighed and reached out capturing his balls in the palm 
of my right hand and beginning to slowly squeeze.
"Just get on with it," I said He reluctantly and with a 
look of sheer revulsion, took my two extended fingers 
into his mouth and began to gently suck them. I left 
his young wife lying waiting over my lap as I fucked 
his wet mouth with my fingers and felt his balls 
through the thin material of his wife's panties. I 
released his balls and slid my hand to his little prick 
which I gently wanked as I smiled up into his horrifies 
eyes as he cleaned my fingers of the mucus from his 
wife's ass. He rapidly stiffened and I removed my 
fingers from his mouth but made him stand helplessly 
beside me as I played with him. 

I smiled at him as I glanced down at his stiff little 
prick.

"I think that you like being dressed in frillies and 
being wanked by a real man, Peter," I said maliciously, 
"only someone who was more of a girl than a man would 
get as excited as you seem to with what I am doing to 
you."

"I don't like it," he whispered, "I hate it and I hate 
you!" I heard Louise gasp and I laughed quietly and 
released his prick.

"Go and get our supper ready," I commanded, "I still 
haven't finished with sexy little Louise." They gave a 
simultaneous gasp and Peter moved slowly away to begin 
to prepare the supper. I could hear his high heels 
first on the carpet and then tip-tapping on the parquet 
flooring. As the room was open-plan, part lounge, part 
kitchen, I could continue to watch him as I played with 
his wife.

I turned my attention back to Louise and to improve her 
concentration I gave her bottom a sharp slap with my 
right hand which echoed through the room. She gave a 
convulsive jerk, deliciously agitating my stiff prick 
and I began to methodically spank the trembling plump 
white bottom so temptingly at my disposal on my lap. 

I started relatively gently taking care not to land 
too many stokes in the same place and as her buttocks 
reddened I began to increase the force. With each 
slap, delicious waves and ripples spread over the 
plump flesh of the globes of her buttocks and her 
body jerked convulsively, exciting my stiff prick 
against her wet cunt. At first she began to wriggle 
gasping with each stroke and she even tried to escape 
from my lap to avoid the punishment but I held her 
cunt firmly against my prick by reaching down with my 
left hand and grasping her nipple. By pulling down 
firmly on her nipple I held her completely at my 
mercy and she wriggled and gasped under the spanking 
which was now becoming rather harder. She began to 
emit a soft cry as each slap landed and echoed 
through the room. Her husband looked across as he 
busied himself with the supper as I had ordered. He 
didn't dare stop doing what I had told him to but 
with an effort he said, "Why can't you leave her 
alone, you can see she has had enough. We haven't 
done anything to you."

I just laughed and carried on spanking his wife. As her 
ass began to be more clearly marked by the effects of 
my palm her cries became louder wordless moans. I 
increased the force of my strokes more and she began 
to emit wordless screams as each blow landed. I 
varied my target, thrashing the tops of her slender 
thighs as well as her plump fiery arse. She was 
gasping more loudly now and I felt a tell-tale warmth 
in my groin as her cunt moistened. Despite herself, 
and in spite of the pain, the spanking was exciting 
her again and she wriggled helplessly on my lap, 
desperately agitating her bare wet excited cunt 
against my prick. She gave a sudden loud cry and 
through all her pain came on my lap with a shattering 
orgasm. I stopped spanking her immediately and her 
cries subsided to a quiet sobbing as she burst into 
quiet tears again. I let her lie for a moment 
trembling across my lap as the waves of her orgasm 
faded. I could feel the wetness on my slacks over my 
prick where she had cum and I could smell her sweat. 

I gently stroked her red arse and slipped two fingers 
up her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her 
tight little hole as I smiled across at her husband 
and let him see my fingers deep up his wife's tight 
bottom. I withdrew my fingers and gave her red arse 
cheek a last sharp slap. 

She gasped in pain and shock. I let go of her nipple 
and pushed off my knee to the floor at my feet. She 
looked up at me in startled surprise. As she lay in 
front of me with splayed legs, the right leg out 
straight and the left bent at the knee her lacy 
garter belt made an erotic band around her trim waist 
and the suspenders formed a delicious frame for her 
wet gaping cunt. Tears ran down her face as she 
sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at 
Louise and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I 
asked cruelly. She shuddered. "You came again 
anyway," I said with a smile. She blushed furiously and 
looked at her husband quickly before looking away. She 
did not answer and I smiled quietly to myself and 
motioned for her to get up. She struggled to her feet 
and stood looking down at me. For the moment all her 
resistance appeared over and she seemed devoid of 
initiative.

"Go and have a shower, Louise darling, change into your 
sexiest nightdress, and it had better be one that I 
will like, and then come down and have your supper." 
She sighed and went to the door on trembling unsteady 
legs looking across the room at her husband as she 
went. I relaxed and lay back on the soft settee as I 
looked across at Peter as we listened to his wife's 
steps receding up the stairs. He looked back fearfully 
and I could see that he was gently trembling. I could 
see that he had finished setting out the supper and was 
avoiding coming back into the lounge.

"Come over here," I said quietly and he came 
reluctantly and stood in front of me. I lay back and 
looked up at him as he stood blushing. I ran my eyes 
over his plump rather feminine form and my thoughts 
went to the other young husband whose feminisation I 
had begun (see 'Derek and Susan'). If anything Peter, 
standing clad in his wife's sexy underwear was even 
more effeminate-looking than Derek/Debbie had been when 
I first met him. Peter had rather plump breast mounds 
with prominent cone-shaped nipples now protruding 
against the lacy material of the nearly transparent 
slip. I let him see me casually examining him from head 
to toe and his blush deepened. His rather plump chest 
narrowed a little to his waist although there was a 
cute swell to his belly and then broadened out to 
rather plump roomy feminine hips. He had slender 
virtually hairless legs well displayed by the sheer 
nylon stockings. I felt my prick stir again as I looked 
him over and decided to have a little fun with him 
while I waited for Louise.

"Take off my shoes and socks," I ordered and without a 
word he knelt at my feet and complied, loosening first 
one shoe and then the other and sliding off my socks. I 
let him stand again.

"Now the sweater," I said and raised my arms. He pulled 
the sweater over my head and without thinking folded it 
and put it on the arm of the settee.

"Unfasten my zip and pull off my trousers," I said 
quietly. He gasped and bit his lip.

Without meeting my eyes he reached for my zipper and 
pulled it down being very careful not to touch my erect 
prick which immediately protruded through my open 
trousers. I raised my ass from the settee to allow him 
to pull off my trousers. I was now naked and erect and 
I grinned up at him as he folded my trousers and laid 
them on top of my sweater.
"That's a good girl," I said with malice and watched 
with pleasure as his face flamed. He could not meet my 
eyes. I began to pressure him and he looked more and 
more uncomfortable.
"How often do you fuck your sexy little wife?" I asked 
him. He looked miserably at me but like his wife, his 
resistance appeared to have crumbled rather easily. He 
made a couple of attempts but finally got the words 
out.

"Two or three times a week," he whispered.

"Is that all?" I said incredulously, "such a sexy wife 
and is that all? What else do you do when you are by 
yourself and Louise is out? I bet that you have a wank 
then don't you?"

I asked him suddenly. I saw the guilty look of shame in 
his eyes but he was too afraid to lie to me. He looked 
down at me with desolate eyes.

"Sometimes" he whispered.

"Right" I said "I feel like a nice wank to get me ready 
to fuck your wife so get on with it". I reached up and 
took his hand with my right hand and cupped his balls 
with my left as I drew him down on to the settee beside 
me. He would not meet my eyes and did not look at my 
prick. I waited a moment and then looked at him and 
squeezed his balls gently but warningly. He got the 
message immediately and hesitantly reached out, grasped 
my stiff shaft in his hand and began to toss me off. He 
was not bad at it and worked up a nice rhythm 
manipulating my prick in his soft little hand. I smiled 
at him. "You are quite good at this Peter darling. Just 
go a bit faster". He blushed furiously but gripped me a 
little tighter and lengthened the stroke and began to 
wank me harder.

"That's just right Peter" I said "that's exactly how I 
like to be tossed off." I lay back enjoying the 
sensations flooding me as the effeminate young husband 
manipulated my stiff prick with unconscious expertise. 

I decided to take things a lot further.

"Does Louise suck you off Peter?" I asked casually. He 
passed in his rhythmical stimulation of my prick and I 
squeezed his balls warningly again. He hurriedly 
resumed the delicious stroking but did not answer.

"Well?" I asked again, this time squeezing his balls 
more firmly he gasped with pain and flashed me a 
glance.

"Sometimes she does," he said almost inaudibly.

"And do you enjoy it?" I asked. He just nodded.

"Well I like it as well and since Louise isn't here, 
you can suck me off."  I felt him stiffen with shock 
and his hand stopped its rhythmical stimulation.

"Oh God, I couldn't," he gasped, "please don't force 
me. It is so horrible."

"You certainly can Peter darling" I said with a smile, 
putting one hand round his shoulders and moving his 
face towards my groin, "you don't think it is horrible 
when Louise does it to you, do you?"

He still tried to pull back as he smelt the male tang 
of my sweat but I just squeezed his balls a little more 
firmly and soon I felt his breath on my balls and the 
softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I put my 
hand on his soft hair and pressed his head into my 
groin.

"Lick me harder," I said, "go all over my prick and 
balls". I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while 
the plump girlish-looking young man licked all round my 
balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue. I 
noticed that he although he had accepted licking my 
balls and the shaft of my prick he was carefully 
avoiding the threatening swell of my knobhead. I 
squeezed his balls to get his attention and he looked 
up at me, not daring to pause in his work.

"Kneel between my legs facing me," I said quietly. He 
knew better than to hesitate and scrambled down 
kneeling between my spread thighs as I released his 
balls. I looked down at the submissive young husband 
kneeling in his sexy slip between my spread thighs. To 
my pleasure, as he bent forward, I could see down the 
front of his slip to the suggestion of a slight 
cleavage caused by he prominent breast mounds as he 
hunched his shoulders.

"Now take the end of my prick into your mouth and suck 
me off." He looked hopelessly up at me and bent 
forward. I watched with pleasure as he took a prick 
between his lips for the first time. I reached down and 
put my hand on his soft hair pushing his mouth firmly 
on to my prick.

"Wank me gently into your mouth," I ordered, "and suck 
my prick as you wank.  Look at me while you are doing 
it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just keep 
on sucking me off until I tell you that you can stop."
 
He got the message very quickly and before long I was 
looking down at my new little cocksucker with his soft 
wet lips firmly closed around my thick shaft, his wide 
eyes fixed on mine, tossing me off into his mouth and 
giving me a really pretty competent blowjob.

"Every so often, Peter, pause in sucking but keep on 
wanking. Draw your lips back so that only about an inch 
of my prick is in your mouth and run your soft tongue 
over the bottom rim of my knobhead." He did as he was 
told without hesitation and a delicious wave of 
sensation flooded through my whole body from my prick 
and balls washing up my back and down my legs.

"You are a really good little cocksucker Peter," I said 
cruelly. He mechanically went back to tossing me off 
into his mouth drawing my stiff prick deeply between 
his soft wet lips and sucking me off with just the 
right degree of suction as the blush deepened on his 
cheeks. I just lay back and watched him humiliating 
himself as he sucked off a man for the first time 
enjoying the distaste in his eyes. He was doing such a 
good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to 
build in my balls. In spite of his lack of experience 
and his repugnance he was such a natural cocksucker 
that I knew that I would not last long. As I felt the 
pressure continue to build in my balls I held his head 
with both hands and pushed my prick deeper towards the 
back of his throat. My prick hardened more and I came 
in a shattering ejaculation which flooded my body with 
waves of sensation. I felt the jets of hot cum drowning 
his mouth and throat as I held him firmly on my prick. 

He gave a loud gasp as he felt the hot cum and blushed 
deeply more deeply with shame. As I came into her 
husband's mouth the door opened and Louise came in. She 
took one look at the scene on the settee and went pale 
as she saw her young husband on his knees sucking off a 
naked man.
"Oh my God!" she whispered. I held her husband's head 
firmly for a moment my softening prick still between 
his lips and then I moved his head back gently so that 
he released my shaft. A thin trickle of white cum ran 
from the corner of his mouth highlighted in the roseate 
blush of his embarrassment. He rubbed his mouth 
furiously with the back of his hand and remained on his 
knees obviously waiting for instructions.

Being compelled to suck me off appeared to have 
destroyed the last vestige of his resistance.
"Get on and open the wine for your wife and I," I 
ordered, "go and clean your teeth and then be ready to 
serve us our supper." He struggled to his feet went to 
the kitchen where he opened a bottle of white wine and 
put it in a wine cooler. Then he crossed to the door to 
the hall passing Louise without a glance as he went to 
the bathroom. I looked at her as she stood just inside 
the door. She was wearing a pale peach coloured low-cut 
virtually transparent baby-doll nightdress just long 
enough to reach her hips and a pair of high-cut 
matching, very skimpy panties pulled right up into the 
groove of her cunt. The bodice was very simple and 
fitted to her firm full bosom and so low-cut that more 
than half of her creamy breasts were on display. There 
was no lace on the very simple garment but on her well-
rounded figure it was stunningly effective. To complete 
the effect Louise had left her hair loose and it fell 
in sexy blonde waves and curls to the bare velvety 
flesh of her shoulders.

"You look absolutely sensational, Louise darling," I 
said sincerely. She glanced quickly at me and blushed. 
I patted the settee beside me.

"Come and sit down," I smiled at her. With noticeable 
reluctance she crossed the room and gingerly sat beside 
me, instinctively pulling down the inadequate hem of 
her nightie.

I let her see me looking appreciatively at her, running 
my eyes up from her knees to the junction of her closed 
thighs so inadequately concealed by the tight panties. 
She blushed as she followed my eyes. Just then the door 
opened and Peter came in. I looked at him.
"You can serve us our supper now. We will have it here. 
Pour us some wine first."
He brought a long coffee table and put it in front of 
the settee and then poured a glass of wine for his wife 
and I.

"Now you can serve the supper," I said. The humiliated 
husband served a light supper for his wife and I and I 
kept him kneeling on the other side of the low coffee 
table with his thighs spread and his hands behind him, 
only allowing him to move when I needed him to bring 
something from the kitchen. He was obviously 
uncomfortable kneeling on the carpet and kept fidgeting 
but I ignored him as I enjoyed my supper. Louise ate 
very sparingly, continually glancing at her husband who 
did not meet her eyes.  The supper must have seemed 
endless to him but at last I finished and told him to 
clear it away. He rose from his knees but I stopped him 
with a gesture.
"I am going to take your wife to bed now," I said 
casually, "take the wine upstairs and pour us a glass 
and then come down and do the washing-up."
The pair both gasped and just looked at me but I stood 
up and without giving Louise time to object I took her 
hand and with gentle persistence, pulled her to her 
feet ignoring her husband. I walked to the door and 
went straight up the stairs drawing the reluctant young 
blonde after me. I entered the bedroom and looked 
around. The room was dominated by a large bed and was 
lit by subdued concealed lighting. There was fresh 
flowers in vases on each of the small bedside tables 
and the room was filled with their scent. I nodded 
approvingly.

"Very nice," I said quietly, almost to myself, "just 
right."
I went and lay down on the bed and motioned for Louise 
to join me which she reluctantly did. I could feel how 
tense she was by the rigidity in her muscles. The door 
opened and Peter entered carrying the wine cooler and 
two glasses. I looked across at him over his wife's 
reclining body.
"Pour us both a glass of wine and go and do the washing 
up. When you have finished, come back in here and sit 
in that chair over there until I tell you to move." I 
said quietly, indicating a chair with a good view of 
the bed. He gulped nervously, poured our wine and left 
the room. I listened with amusement to his high heels 
as they receded down the stairs and turned to Louise, 
who glanced at me anxiously and then dropped her eyes 
quickly. I ran my hand gently up her thigh towards the 
hem of her nightdress and with a great intake of air, 
she gasped and blushed bright red. I removed my hand 
from her thigh and smiled into her anxious eyes.
"Prop yourself up a moment darling," I said quietly and 
she raised herself obediently on her elbows. I 
positioned the pillows so that she was slightly propped 
up and with slight pressure on her shoulder, moved her 
so that she was lying on her back. I looked into her 
eyes and put my hand on the inside of her thigh just 
above her knee. I could see her lower lip trembling and 
she was gently shaking with nerves.

"Pull your heels up to your bottom and spread your 
thighs," I said quietly.  She just looked at me and did 
not move. I sighed and hooked my hand behind her knee 
and drew it upright, pulling her heel up the bed so 
that the ball of her heel brushed her pantie-covered 
bottom.
"Now the other one," I ordered and, looking up 
helplessly at the ceiling, she obeyed without 
hesitation. She was now lying on her back, propped up 
on the pillows with her heels against her bottom and 
her thighs firmly together, upright and tightly closed 
with her knees touching. The short nightie had slipped 
down her thighs leaving them bare but was lying in 
folds concealing her pantie-covered cunt. I put a hand 
on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread 
her thighs. She made no real effort to stop me but gave 
a little sob as she looked up into my eyes. I lay on 
one elbow looking back into her cloudy blue eyes and, 
without shifting my gaze I reached for the hem of her 
nightdress and folded it across the plump feminine 
curve of her belly at about the level of the cute 
indentation of her navel where it was caressed by the 
elastic at the waist of her tight panties. Her cunt was 
covered only by virtually transparent tight-fitting 
peach-coloured nylon and I looked at it with pleasure 
as the embarrassed girl blushed furiously. Her tight 
panties moulded closely to the plump fleshy outer lips 
of her well made cunt and the gentle swell of her mound 
was decorated by an attractive little blonde fleece, 
clearly visible through her panties. I smiled into her 
eyes and gently ran my finger along the gaping groove 
of her cunt feeling her through her panties. She sighed 
deeply, a sigh that progressed to a deep sobbing intake 
of breath. I began to play gently with her cunt through 
her panties as I looked into her eyes, moving from the 
delicate area behind her slit along her groove until I 
could just flick the prominent bud of her clitoris. 

Despite herself she began to breathe more heavily and I 
felt her hips twitch as I felt her cunt rapidly 
moistening under my fingers and the dark stain of her 
reluctant excitement was obvious on the thin nylon 
covering of her twitching cunt. I began to feel her 
more deliberately and her hips, despite herself began 
to squirm a little on the bed as she moved under my 
fingers and her breathing began to quicken. I carried 
on working her up with my fingers and then, smiling 
down into her eyes, I slipped two fingers up the leg of 
her panties and began to slowly and deliberately 
explore her bare wet cunt.  She gave another deep gasp 
and her breathing became more ragged. She screwed up 
her eyes, overcome by the sensations flooding her from 
the centre of her being. Her whole world seemed to have 
contracted into the waves of sensation emanating from 
her hot wet cunt. I slipped two fingers straight into 
her and began to gently finger-fuck the shaking young 
girl. She gasped, tensed and blushed more furiously but 
was unable to control the movement of her hips as, 
despite herself, she began to become aroused as I began 
to finger her more deeply. I could smell her reluctant 
excitement. I bent and brushed her lips with mine and 
her eyes widened. I slipped my fingers from her 
clinging cunt and put my hand down the front of her 
panties and gently cupped her as I looked into her eyes 
and said quietly.

"Take off your panties Louise." Her hands went to her 
waist and as she looked into my eyes she hooked her 
fingers into the waist of her panties and, lifting her 
bottom slightly from the bed supporting herself on her 
heels raised her parted thighs so that they were more 
together and pointed at the ceiling. She slipped her 
panties up her thighs to her knees and then I took over 
sliding them down her calves and off over her pretty 
feet. I looked into her eyes with a smile as I put the 
delicate wet fabric to my face and breathed deeply in 
her feminine essence. Her eyes widened again as she 
watched me and I dropped her wet panties on the floor 
beside the bed. I looked down at her and put a hand on 
the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread 
her thighs again. The pink slit of her pretty cunt 
gaped widely again and the wet sheen of her excitement 
was very evident in the subdued lighting.

"Give me a nice wank Louise, and get me ready. I feel 
like a nice slow 
fuck". She gasped with shock looked up at me, bit her 
bottom lip and said quietly,
"Pleased don't. I have never been with anyone except 
Peter." I looked down at her and smiled as I slipped my 
hand between her spread thighs. I slid my middle finger 
from the back of her slit along the smooth flesh of her 
perineum to the dimple of her ass which I gently 
pressed. She flushed even deeper but I did not persist, 
drawing my fingers back along her firm flesh to her 
cunt and sliding two fingers straight up her. I began a 
gentle but firm and deep finger-fuck brushing the firm 
nub of her engorged clitoris with the ball of my thumb. 
She gasped again and her eyes widened and her hips 
began to twitch on the bed again under my tormenting 
fingers.
"Get on with it," I said curtly. She gave a deep sigh, 
and reaching out tentatively, wrapped her small fingers 
around my semi-hard shaft just below the crown of my 
knob-head and began to wank my prick nice and firmly. I 
rapidly became stiff and I looked mockingly down into 
her eyes as I played with her pretty cunt and enjoyed 
the feeling of her hand on me.

"You are really very good at this aren't you Louise," I 
said mockingly. Her cunt was very wet under my probing 
fingers and she was beginning to pant again more 
deeply. I slipped a third finger inside the panting 
sweating girl and I began to finger-fuck her wet cunt 
rather harder as she wanked me.
Peter came in and stood dumbstruck just inside the door 
as he watched me playing with his wife. I looked across 
at him as Louise continued wanking me, too afraid to 
pause.
"You are a very lucky man Peter," I said with a smile, 
"your wife really knows how to wank a man properly. She 
must have had plenty of practice, probably before she 
met you." They both gasped and Louise's face flamed.
"I've only ever been with Peter," she said again. I 
laughed with derision.
"You are so good at this," I said, nodding down at her 
little hand as it rhythmically stroked and excited my 
thick shaft, "that you can't tell me that you have 
never wanked anyone else." She would not meet my eyes.
"Well, Louise?" I persisted.
"I used to do this with my first boy-friend," she said 
very quietly, "he used to make me do it to him all the 
time." I heard Peter gasp loudly. Clearly this was news 
to him! I laughed and pointed at the chair.
"Just sit down like a good girl while I fuck your 
wife". I said. Peter looked at me with hate and fear in 
his eyes and sat down on nerveless legs which almost 
seemed to collapse under him. I grinned at him and I 
turned to concentrate on his wife. I lay on my side on 
one elbow with my fingers hard up the pretty young 
blonde who looked at me hesitantly as she wanked my 
stiff shaft. The stimulation of her expert attention 
had caused precum to ooze from my prick and I watched 
with pleasure as it moistened the curled fingers of her 
little hand, shining softly in the subdued lighting.. I 
could see that she was trying to say something and 
after a few tries it came out.
"You can't make love to me like this," she said in a 
whisper, ""you just can't. I am not on the Pill. I 
don't want to get pregnant." I just laughed.
"Please," she begged, "if you are going to make love to 
me against my will, please use something, please, 
please don't make me pregnant." I laughed again and 
brushed her clitoris more firmly. Her hips twitched 
convulsively and she gasped again..
"Firstly, I am not going to make love to you, I am 
going to fuck you," I said, "and secondly I never use 
anything. I love making young wives pregnant. Don't 
worry Louise, it may not happen. It may be your lucky 
night."
"Oh God!" she whispered not meeting my eyes, "you have 
to use something. I am in my most fertile period now." 
I laughed again.
"Bad luck then, Louise," I commiserated, "it probably 
won't be your lucky night after all!"
A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed with 
anguish. I smiled across at her husband who glared back 
at me. I drew his sexy young wife towards me slipping 
my arm around her and, looking into her wide eyes 
lowered my lips to hers. I did not press at first just 
content to explore her soft lips but then I began to 
explore her closed lips with the tip of my tongue 
becoming steadily more demanding until, despite 
herself, her eyes widened further and her lips parted 
under mine. I took possession of her soft mouth and 
began to kiss her deeply, exploring her slowly and 
completely as her tongue writhed against mine. As I 
kissed her I slipped my left arm on which I had been 
propped up round her back pulling her to me. I moved my 
left hand under her armpit on to her breast which I 
began to thoroughly feel through the thin fabric of her 
nightdress.  She gasped into my mouth with  three 
fingers hard up her I continued my slow deep finger-
fuck as I kissed her and felt her breast. Her hips 
began to twitch rhythmically against my fingers on the 
bed despite herself as her breathing became more ragged 
against my mouth.
I took my hand from her cunt and, holding her firmly by 
the breast, grasped her thigh and turned her partly on 
her side so that she was facing me. I took her little 
wrist in my right hand and, as I was kissing her, moved 
it from my prick which was now as stiff as it ever had 
been. I lifted her thigh so that it was over mine 
giving me ready access to her and I slid my eight inch 
prick straight up her tight wet cunt. With a deep gasp 
she took the whole length of prick with no problem and 
I slowly began to fuck her while I kissed her deeply 
and worked on her hot little tongue. I looked across 
her body and I could see her husband sitting tensely 
watching us with fascinated horror but not daring to 
move. I knew that Louise was becoming very excited 
despite her anxiety. My earlier manipulation of her wet 
cunt had worked her up as evidenced by the rhythmical 
twitching of her hips.
Indeed, she was beginning to pant more raggedly into my 
mouth and her hips began to move frantically as, 
despite herself, she tried to thrust her pubic bone 
into me so that she could push her cunt as deeply on to 
my prick as she could. She started making little 
wordless squeaks against my mouth in time with each 
thrust.
I took my lips from hers and, looking into her eyes, 
moved her gently but firmly on to her back so that I 
was over her, supported on my arms, between her plump 
but firm thighs stuck hard up her. I bent forward and 
pressed my lips to hers again. This time her mouth 
opened under mine without hesitation and I began to 
fuck her more deeply.  Her thighs instinctively wrapped 
around my back and she clasped me tightly. I felt her 
heels pressing into me and her nails beginning to claw 
my shoulders. Her breathing became shallower and faster 
and a blush started on her neck and spread to her 
chest. I took my mouth from hers and she threw her head 
back and began to gasp loudly. I moved my hands to her 
big firm breasts and began to squeeze them through the 
silk of her nightdress in time with my thrusts. I could 
feel her approaching orgasm as her fit young body 
writhed under me. I took my lips from hers and as I was 
fucking his wife deeply and hard I looked across to 
where Peter was sitting tensely watching.
"Watch your wife Peter," I said. "I am going to make 
her come and with luck,  give her a baby". As I said 
that Louise gave a shuddering gasp and became rigid as 
an orgasm swept through her sweaty excited body. I 
continued to fuck her deeper and harder as I looked 
into her staring eyes. I began to feel the pressure 
building in my balls and I gave a couple of hard final 
thrusts and came hard shooting jet after jet of potent 
cum into the young wife's unprotected fertile womb. 

Breathing heavily, I  lay with my stiff prick buried in 
Louise's hot wet cunt gently fondling her beautiful 
breasts while I watched her husband as he glared 
angrily but helplessly at me. The shocked young girl 
slowly began to get her breathing under control and 
when she had calmed down I kissed her gently to get her 
attention and, still stuck up her, said quietly so that 
they could  both hear, "I have just deposited my cum in 
your womb Louise. If you are not pregnant after that it 
will be a miracle. I want you pregnant after tonight."

Louise lay in a state of shock under me sobbing 
quietly. I enjoyed the rhythmical reflex squeezing of 
her tight velvet soft cunt muscles as my softening 
prick was massaged by her sobbing. Unsuspectingly she 
was contributing to her own downfall by drawing the 
last drops of cum from my prick. I rolled off her and 
lay with my hands behind my head.
"Go and have a shower," I said shortly, "and then come 
back to bed. Put on a clean nightdress but no panties. 
Peter, pour me some wine and then go and make some 
coffee." I knew that she would try to wash my cum from 
her cunt but I also knew that it was probably too late. 
She was going to be fucked again anyway before the 
night was over. I lay watching Peter as he poured my 
wine enjoying his discomfiture as he stood in his 
pretty feminine underwear serving a man he had just 
watched, but not dared to stop, fuck his wife in front 
of him. He was standing close by the side of the bed 
and the temptation was just too much. I reached out a 
hand and cupped his balls. He stiffened but didn't dare 
to move away. I smiled up at him as I felt his little 
balls, noting the immediate stiffening of his little 
boy's prick which I began to gently wank through the 
material of his panties. I made him stand there as I 
relaxed and recovered from my exertions with his young 
wife, and enjoyed casually playing with the reluctant 
straight young man. I could feel him becoming tense as 
I wanked him a little harder and he began to breathe 
more heavily. I smiled up at him and released his 
prick. He gave a sigh of relief.
"Pass me my wine and then go and make the coffee," I 
ordered, taking the wine glass from his shaking hand 
and watching him carefully walking on his unaccustomed 
high heels as he crossed the bedroom to the door. As he 
left the bathroom door opened and Louise came in 
modestly wrapped in a towel. I grinned across at her.
"A bit late for modesty, Louise darling," I laughed. 
She blushed and went to her dressing-table from where 
she took from a drawer a short nightdress in very pale 
pink. It was almost transparent. She slipped it over 
her head, shook out her hair and dropped the towel 
before turning to face me. I took my time looking her 
over and her blush deepened under my scrutiny, her 
cheeks matching the delicate colour of her flimsy 
nightdress. The nightdress was very short reaching only 
about an inch below the junction of her thighs. It had 
a low plunging neckline revealing her deep cleavage and 
was fitted very snugly to her breasts. There was no 
lace on the simple neckline and her prominent nipples 
and large pink areolae were very evident through the 
thin material. I ran my eyes from her head to her feet 
and she flushed slightly deeper. The hemline of the 
sexy nightie was trimmed with a little frill of lace 
and this was just thick enough to hide but revealing 
enough to provide tantalising flashes of her soft pubic 
fleece. I smiled at her.
"Brush your hair, Louise, and then come back to bed."
She bit her lip as she looked at me but went and sat at 
the dressing table and picked up her hair-brush. As she 
began to rhythmically brush her hair I watched her with 
pleasure.
She kept glancing at me in the mirror and coloured as 
she saw my eyes on her. I like watching women in 
intimate moments such as this almost as much as fucking 
them, almost but not quite! I enjoyed the sight of the 
muscles moving under her soft flesh and the tightening 
and lifting of her full breast pressing against the 
delicate fabric of her nightdress as she raised her 
arms to her hair. Finally she was finished. She sighed 
and put the brush down on the dressing table and sat 
looking into the mirror. I just waited and, as I knew 
it would, the tension became too much for her. She 
glanced quickly at me in the mirror and saw my eyes on 
her. I smiled at her and patted the bed beside me. She 
stood and reluctantly came to the bed, first sitting 
and then lying beside me on her back, her hands at her 
sides, fists clenched and looking up at the ceiling. I 
could feel the tension in her body. I could smell the 
delicate perfume of her talc and I knew that I did not 
smell so sweet. Needless to say, this did not trouble 
me much!
The door opened and Peter came in with a tray with a 
pot of coffee which he carried carefully over and put 
down on the bedside table. He was still having trouble 
negotiating his high heels! He glanced at me and I 
nodded. He poured three cups and handed me one before 
going round the foot of the bed and putting a cup on 
the bedside table beside his wife. They did not look at 
one another. Louise pulled herself up so that she was 
sitting half-upright resting against the pillows. With 
one hand she modestly pulled down the hem of her brief 
nightdress as far as she could and reached for her 
coffee. I looked up at her husband and patted the bed 
beside me. He took off his shoes and lay down. I sat up 
a little drinking my coffee between the pretty pair and 
my thoughts were of a similar occasion in a house not 
too far from here when I lay between Derek and Susan 
(see 'Derek and Susan'). My thoughts began to wander to 
Peter. Apart from playing with his balls and gently 
wanking him I had left him alone. I remembered the fun 
that I had had with Derek and the plan for the night 
began to clarify in my mind. A similar night to the 
first I had spent with Derek and Susan would be just 
fine by me. I finished my coffee and gave the cup to 
Peter to put on the bedside table. The young couple had 
already finished theirs and were lying tensely beside 
me.
"OK you two, I'll sleep in the middle so that if I feel 
like it in the night I can have which ever of you I 
fancy. I was going to make you sleep on the floor Peter 
so that you could listen to me fucking your lovely wife 
but you are too good to waste. I have plans for you!"
I could feel the sexy soft waves of Louise's hair 
brushing my naked shoulder as she lay beside me gently 
trembling with nerves.
"It's time to settle down for the night," I said and, 
without prompting, Peter lowered the level of the 
bedside lights. The bedroom was now just lit by a 
romantic subdued glow from a hidden source. I had only 
come once this evening and I now felt full of energy 
and ready again. I decided to give the young couple a 
nasty surprise. Although they did not know it I had 
done this before and the memory was very fresh.
"Louise," I said suddenly. She gave a little start and 
turned her head to me and I could see her eyes shining 
in the dim light. "You can go to sleep. I don't need 
you at present.
Just make sure that you don't touch your cunt. If I 
find you playing with 
yourself I'll spank
your sexy bottom." I ignored her and turned to her 
husband
"Now, Peter, I have left you alone until now but I feel 
like a bit of fun before I go to sleep, how about you". 
He looked sick and miserable but did not reply. I put 
my arm round him and drew his softly rounded young body 
against me, pulling him to me so that our cocks met but 
our upper bodies were still apart. I knew that he could 
smell my sweat but I didn't much care. I looked into 
his eyes and began to gently rub my big man's prick 
against his little boy's organ as I had done with 
Debbie. It felt incredibly sexy through the nylon of 
his slip and panties and I rapidly became erect. I felt 
his little pencil-prick becoming hard under the silky 
fabric. I smiled in the darkness.
"Do you like that Peter? You are getting very excited" 
I whispered. He gulped but did not reply and I gently 
continued rubbing our pricks together in a handless 
mutual wank. I slipped one hand behind him and began to 
cup and fondle his soft sexy buttocks while pulling him 
on to my cock continuing the gentle prick-wank. With 
the other hand I began to feel the soft mounds of his 
chest through the sexy material of his slip.  His erect 
nipples rubbed deliciously against my hand through the 
sheer nylon. I felt his little arse twitch and he 
groaned. I knew that, in spite of himself, the gentle 
stroking I was giving his little knob with my prick was 
getting to him.

"Do you like that?" I asked quietly again. He groaned. 
I could hear his wife breathing heavily behind me as I 
played with her young husband. I could feel her soft 
hair on my back but she knew better than to interfere. 
I looked into Peter's frightened eyes and put my lips 
to his in a dominating kiss that brooked no refusal. 

His lips opened under mine and I began a long soft sexy 
deep kiss that must have seemed unending to him. I did 
not allow his tongue to move forward but took immediate 
possession of his mouth and began to thoroughly explore 
it with my demanding tongue. I was looking into his 
wide and startled eyes all the time and I began to 
increase the pressure of my hand on his plump bottom, 
pulling him even closer onto me and rubbing his little 
cock just a little more firmly with my prick and balls. 

I felt his arse twitch convulsively and he gave a 
breathy squeak into my mouth. I knew that he had come 
all over his plump thighs and belly, soiling his 
panties. I took my lips from his and smiled at my young 
victim.

"I told you that you would enjoy it" I said, my hands 
still occupied with his arse and his little tits. I 
heard his wife's gasping horrified breathing intensify, 
aghast at what was happening but knowing that she was 
unable to prevent it.

"It's a pity that you have dirtied your panties Peter" 
I said maliciously, "you will have to sleep in  them 
now" He looked at me miserably. I had decided what 
would get me nicely off to sleep.

"I feel like a nice wank before I go to sleep so get on 
with it". I said abruptly, pulling my body from his to 
give him access to my prick and balls. He did not move. 
I just looked at him and he hesitantly reached out, put 
his hand on my prick and began to toss me off working 
up a nice rhythm as he gripped my thick shaft in his 
soft little hand. I smiled at him as he humiliated 
himself and pulled him towards me.

"Don't stop what you are doing" I said. I put my hand 
behind his head into his soft hair and pulled his face 
to my sweaty chest putting his mouth to my erect 
nipple.  "Just you suck on that,  you sexy little 
bitch, and keep wanking me" I felt his lips close 
around my erect nipple and I pressed it into his mouth. 

"Get sucking" I commanded. My hand was still between us 
and I was feeling his immature teenage-girlie tits. I 
worked his slip up at the back and put my hand down the 
waist band of his panties on his bare plump buttocks 
while he was sucking my nipple and vigorously tossing 
me off. I pressed firmly with my hand against the cleft 
of his buttocks and his thighs reluctantly parted. I 
moved him to the other nipple taking pleasure in the 
complete control of my reluctant young partner. I knew 
that this would not last long as I could feel the 
familiar hot tingle in my balls. Peter's eyes widened 
and he reflexly sucked harder on my erect nipple as he 
felt the spasm in my prick. I pressed my middle finger 
slowly right up his moist arsehole to the root and held 
his bottom on my splayed hand as, remembering what I 
had done to Debbie, I came deliberately all over his 
belly and thighs, soaking his slip and his side of the 
bed with my copious cum.

"Now you'll have to sleep in my cum as well as your 
own" I said. I could hear Louise's shallow breathing 
behind me and I knew that she was not asleep.  I 
released Peter giving his arse a short finger-fuck 
before I let him go. He lay on his back in the pool of 
cum with his soiled slip and panties sticking to his 
belly and thighs as I put the finger that had been up 
his arse to his lips.

"Suck that" I commanded. He just looked sick and shook 
his head. I pushed it into his reluctant mouth and 
worked it round until it was clean then I dried it on 
his hair. He looked at me with bleak hatred.
"I am going to get some sleep," I said, "during the 
night stay where you are" I relaxed back and rapidly 
fell asleep leaving the young couple to their own 
devices.

I woke much later and was rather surprised to find both 
Peter and Louise asleep. Of course they were bound to 
have been exhausted as much by the emotional tension 
as by the physical effort I had forced on them but I 
was still a little surprised that their nerves 
allowed them to sleep. I lay for a moment looking at 
the ceiling thinking of the sexy pair I had in bed 
with me and, not altogether to my surprise, my prick 
began to stiffen. I turned to Louise who was lying 
half on her back turned away from me with her thighs 
slightly parted. I slipped a hand between her plump 
thighs from the back and gently began to feel her 
fleshy cunt enjoying the softness of her pubic 
fleece. She stirred slightly in her sleep and sighed. 

I began to fondle her a little more firmly, slipping 
my finger between the plump outer lips of her cunt 
and beginning a gentle finger-fuck flicking her 
clitoris from time to time. She began to become moist 
under my attentions, sighed again and woke up with a 
gasp. I gently turned her face towards me and began 
to kiss her. As soon as my lips met hers her mouth 
opened allowing me full possession. I kissed the 
sleepy young blonde awake, took my lips momentarily 
from hers, and whispered in her ear, "Do you fancy 
another fuck, Louise darling?" 

She shivered a little with nerves as she woke fully, 
became aware of her surroundings and recalled her 
situation. She sighed deeply. My freedom of movement 
was too restricted in this position so I moved my hand 
from between her thighs, put my arm round her and 
slipped my hand straight up under the hem of her short 
nightdress on to her cunt. I gently ran my finger down 
the groove of her slit and she shivered. Her cunt began 
to moisten again and I realised now that her nerves 
were beginning to settle just how excitable and sexy a 
woman she was.  I began to  finger-fuck her as gently 
as I could just using about half an inch of my finger 
Louise began to pant and rapidly became much wetter in 
my hand. I began to gently kiss her as I moved my 
exploring finger forwards to the hard little bud of her 
clitoris and I began to gently caress and stroke it. 

She gave a great shudder and pulled her lips from mine 
and buried her face in my chest. Without warning her 
body went into spasm against me as the waves of a 
powerful orgasm swept through her. Her cunt flooded 
into my hand and I kept on stroking and fondling her 
clitoris. She rolled on to her back, pulled her heels 
up to her arse and splayed her thighs as she came 
again. I took my hand from her wet cunt and began to 
gently feel her breasts through the sheer bodice of her 
nightdress as I gave her a deep kiss which she now 
accepted.
I lowered my lips to her breast and began to suck on 
her prominent nipple through the nylon of her 
nightdress. Louise was trembling from the effects of 
her recent orgasms. I took her small hand and moved it 
to my stiff prick which she grasped and began to wank 
with instinctive skill. I sucked more powerfully on her 
stiff nipple, drawing the areola into my mouth. She 
groaned and put her hand on my head pressing it into 
her breast. She clearly had very sensitive nipples and 
having them sucked certainly aroused her in spite of 
her anxiety and tension. I slipped the low-cut neckline 
of her nightdress down and freed a plump breast tipped 
with a bullet-hard nipple which I began to suck and 
tease with my lips and tongue. She groaned again and 
clutched my hair, pressing me into her.

Her heels pressed against the bed and her thighs were 
so wide that I could see the pink slash of her gaping 
cunt in the dim light of the bedroom. I started to work 
her up with another gentle finger-fuck, teasing her 
hard little clitoris. She was rapidly losing her 
inhibitions under the continual stimulation and now, 
for the first time, she took the initiative, pulling my 
head from her breast with her hand in my hair and 
pressing her lips to mine. I put my tongue to her lips 
which immediately parted allowing me the freedom of her 
mouth. She was panting into my kiss as the sensations 
emanating from her hot cunt swept through her excited 
body. I did not want her to come in my hand so I gently 
rolled on to her between her splayed thighs and, 
without breaking the kiss gently pushed the whole 
length of my stiff prick straight up her wet receptive 
cunt as I looked into her wide baby-blue eyes.
I took my lips from hers and raised myself off her so 
that I could feel her plump breasts while I was 
fucking her. I began a slow gentle fuck while I 
fondled her firm breasts trough the sexy material of 
her nightdress. I was not riding her hard as I would 
have liked her to begin to enjoy my attentions but 
her anxiety made this too much to really expect. I 
made sure as I was fucking her that I was far enough 
forward that the front of my prick rubbed and 
stimulated her clitoris with each stroke. I was only 
using about half of my prick and the internal muscles 
of her cunt were massaging my organ deliciously. I 
looked into her eyes, "Are you enjoying this Louise?" 

I asked quietly. She bit her lip and looked up at me. 
I knew the struggle that she was having admitting it to 
herself and to me so I just waited, feeling her firm 
breasts as I gently fucked her.

"You mustn't," she whispered, "you are raping me. I 
don't want to have a baby. If you won't stop, please 
use something." I smiled down at her.

"You don't really want me to stop, you are enjoying it 
too much. I told you before, I never use anything. If 
you have a baby, that's just too bad."

She gasped and I saw a tear at the corner of her eye 
but her hips continued to move sweetly and rhythmically 
under me as I rode her gently. I began to fuck her a 
little harder using a longer stroke and pressing deeper 
into her. It became clear that now she was beginning to 
relax she was not at all inexperienced. Her hips began 
to move more with each of my thrusts until we had 
worked up a nice rhythm. She clasped her thighs around 
my waist and pulled me hard into her cunt with each 
stroke. I started to ride her more roughly and she 
began to emit a high pitched squeal with each stroke as 
my stiff prick massaged her hard clitoris. She was now 
writhing and sweating under me, her blue eyes wide and 
staring with the intensity of the emotions that were 
sweeping through her. I could see the tell-tale flush 
spread from her cheeks to her shoulders and down across 
her upper chest and I felt the warmth in my balls and 
lay further forward on her perspiring body. I squeezed 
her breasts firmly and pressed my lips to hers taking 
possession of her mouth as my prick spasmed and I came 
up her hot cunt.  Simultaneously she gave a kind of 
loud squeal as her whole body was overtaken by orgasmic 
spasms. She was gasping in to my mouth as I withdrew my 
lips from hers and buried my face in her hair lying on 
her sweating body. She sighed and her thighs unclasped 
from round my waist to lie spread and relaxed on the 
bed. She slowly brought her breathing under control as 
I lay on her with my softening prick in her wet cunt. I 
lay on her, ensuring that my cum as deeply embedded in 
her womb before rolling off her. I fell asleep almost 
straight away, leaving the worried young wife awake 
alone with her fears.

As always, I awoke early and ready for action the next 
morning. Peter and Louise were both awake as I could 
tell by their breathing but they did not speak. I 
stretched and turned to Peter who immediately 
stiffened.

"You can go down and make me a nice strong cup of 
coffee and don't be all day. When you come back, sit on 
that chair where you were last night until I am ready 
for you. Don't forget to put your shoes on." I added 
maliciously.

He got off the bed and sat on the chair as he forced 
his feet into the high-heeled shoes and went to the 
door, his slip clinging to his sticky thighs. I turned 
to Louise and slipped my arm around her straight under 
her armpit and on to her full breast. I began to firmly 
feel her as, with the other hand I tilted her chin and 
kissed her deeply.  She panted against my lips as I 
squeezed her fleshy breast and I released her lips and 
smiled into her eyes.

"You are a very pretty girl, you know," I said "just 
what a man needs in his bed in the morning to wake up 
to."

I carried on feeling the reluctant blonde and taking 
possession of her mouth again slowly deepening my kiss 
until I heard her husband come in with my coffee. He 
put it down beside me and stood angrily watching me 
playing with his wife. I took my lips from Louise's 
sweet-smelling mouth and let the young husband watch me 
put my other hand between his wife's plump thighs, 
finger-fucking her casually as I looked up at him.

"Sit down over there" I ordered and I knew that he 
would comply. I let him watch me play with his wife for 
a while, enjoying his humiliation. Louise squirmed in 
my arms and I could smell her cunt, excited despite her 
anxiety and tension.

"We don't need you watching us Peter" I said "you'd be 
better employed downstairs cooking my breakfast. I want 
a nice full breakfast, ham and eggs and all the 
trimmings with plenty of coffee. Go and get on with it 
and call me when it's ready if I am not down already." 

He got up and went out with a last look at his wife in 
my arms. I took my hand from between Louise's plump 
thighs and had a drink of my coffee, smelling with 
pleasure the mingled aromas of her essence and that of 
the strong coffee. I put my cup down and smiled at her.

"Do you fancy a fuck before we get up Louise?" I asked, 
"it is always such a nice way to start the day."

"Please don't make me" she whispered "you've had me 
already against my will and I feel so dirty and 
ashamed. I am terrified that you will get me pregnant."

I just laughed and lay on my back and looked at Louise. 
I nodded down at my semi-stiff prick.

"Give me a nice wank and suck me a little to get me 
ready," I said brusquely. Her eyes widened but she did 
not move. I reached across and took her slim wrist, 
moving her little hand to my groin. She grasped the 
shaft just below the knob-head ridge and began to 
gently wank me as she looked up helplessly into my 
eyes.

"That's lovely darling," I said, "now suck me off." 
Again she didn't move so I took my arm from around her 
and wound my hand in her soft hair. I slowly but firmly 
moved her head down towards my groin until I felt her 
cool breath on the stiff prick she was tossing off with 
such instinctive skill. I knew that a little gentle 
compulsion was now necessary.

"Suck me off Louise," I said harshly, "I don't want to 
have to hurt you." I moved her head firmly down so that 
my stiff prick was pressed against her closed lips. I 
pressed a little harder and with a little sob her lips 
parted and her warm wet mouth accepted my stiff prick 
unwillingly. I relaxed the grip on her hair and she 
began to wank me into her hot mouth her blonde head 
bobbing backwards and forwards on my stiff prick the 
soft curtain of her hair caressing my thigh. I took my 
hand from the wet cunt of the trembling woman and lay 
back with my hands behind my head, smelling her on my 
fingers and luxuriating in sensation as the now 
completely compliant young wife sucked me off. The 
powerful sensations of her skilled mouth rapidly 
brought me close to cumming and as I did not want to 
cum in her mouth I wound my hand in her hair again and 
pulled her lips from my prick, A tendril of spit 
connected me to her lips as she looked up at me. I 
thought to see some disappointment in her cloudy eyes 
and I smiled to myself. I suspected that she had tried 
to make me cum in her mouth to avoid the dangers of 
pregnancy associated with my cumming up her cunt if I 
fucked her again. I pulled her hp the bed by her hair 
and she gasped with pain as she struggled to lessen the 
tension in her soft hair. I motioned for her to kneel 
astride my thighs facing me. She did as I commanded, 
instinctively arranging the hem of her short nightdress 
so that it lay on her thighs, hiding her cunt from me.

I reached out with both hands and took hold of her full 
firm breasts through the thin material of her nightie 
and began to squeeze them. "Now Louise, darling," I 
said, "guide my stiff prick into your cute cunt". She 
blushed and did not move, looking helplessly into my 
eyes. I squeezed her breasts a little more firmly and 
she raised herself on her knees, took hold of my 
prick in her soft hand and guided it so that it 
passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of 
her hairy cunt. I pulled down on her breast flesh so 
that she was forced to sit more firmly on my prick 
and I slid easily up her to the balls. I pulled the 
low-cut plunging neckline of her nightdress down, 
freeing her plump firm breasts and slid my hands over 
the contours of her breasts until I came to her stiff 
nipples which I took between thumb and forefinger and 
began to roll and squeeze the sensitive flesh. 

Louise gasped and, despite herself. I felt the walls of 
her cunt grip my prick more firmly as she yielded to 
the sensations spreading out from her nipples. I 
pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly 
squeezed more firmly as I kissed the young blonde 
wife deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet 
hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her nylon 
nightdress on my thighs. I took my lips from hers 
after a while and looked into her scared blue eyes, 
"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She 
immediately began to move up and down giving me a 
delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure 
that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples.

"I must say, Louise, you pick things up fast," I 
commented, "have you ever fucked in this position 
before?" She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just 
lay feeling her firm breasts and stiff nipples while 
she was doing all the work. I began to smell her 
perspiration and her nightdress was beginning to cling 
to her. I slowly speeded her up by manipulating her 
nipples until she was bucking on me with her head 
thrown back looking at the ceiling with her hair 
swinging. The room was full of the smell of woman and 
cunt and the head of the bed hammered rhythmically 
against the wall. She was gasping in deep gulps of air 
and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my 
prick. I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her 
down to me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers 
giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and 
shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay 
panting on me as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes 
of her bottom and began to pull her hard on to my prick 
causing my prick to rub more firmly against her excited 
clitoris and, completely unable to control her body, 
she came with a deep gasp. She tore her lips from mine 
and lay on me with her face in my chest, her wet sweaty 
hair covering me.

"I have just cum up you again Louise," I whispered into 
her ear through the wet curtain of her hair, "another 
chance to leave my baby in your belly!" She burst 
into a flood of hysterical tears and clung to me as 
she sobbed, gently, despite herself, milking the last 
drops of cum from my softening prick as it was still 
buried in her body. I grasped her by the shoulders 
and moved her off me, my prick sliding deliciously 
slowly from her wet cunt. She lay curled up on her 
side, her thumb in her mouth, sobbing as she looked 
at me. I got up and looked down at her "Get yourself 
together, have a shower and come downstairs, I am 
going to have a shower and then breakfast," I said 
and went into the bathroom. I had a quick shower and 
dried my hair. I re-entered the bedroom and looked at 
Louise who had not moved her position. I shook my head 
slowly and left the room, closing the door quietly 
behind me and walked, naked, down the stairs.

I pushed the door open and entered the living room. 
Peter was standing by the table and he glanced at me 
anxiously. I smiled at him as he stood backlit by the 
window red with the glow of the rising sun. It shone 
through his soft hair creating a delicate halo effect. 

I ran my eyes over him. He looked rather disheveled in 
his cum-stained slip and panties that he had been 
wearing since the previous evening. I could see dried 
cum very evident on the inside of his thighs and his 
stocking tops. The room was filled with the fragrance 
of fried bacon. I walked over to Peter and cupped his 
balls in my right hand, put my left behind his head and 
drew his unwilling lips to mine. I kissed him deeply as 
I looked into his wide eyes. I did not prolong the kiss 
but gave his stiffening prick a last squeeze and went 
and sat at the table.

"You make a very obedient little servant Peter," I said 
with a smile, "now serve me my breakfast and go and 
fetch Louise. I left her having a shower. Tell her from 
me that she better be wearing something sexy when she 
comes down."

He brought me my breakfast and poured my coffee and 
then looked at me wretchedly. I knew from the way that 
he was looking at me that he wanted to say something 
and after a couple of efforts got the words out.

"Leave us alone, please," he begged. I laughed as I 
ate.

"Just do it," I said deliberately harshly to 
concentrate his mind, "She better be down here by the 
time I finish eating or I will thrash her fat bottom 
with my belt." He left the room hurriedly and I heard 
his heels receding up the stairs. I had finished 
eating, quickly dressed and called a taxi and was just 
pouring some more coffee when the door opened and the 
pretty pair entered. Peter, of course had not changed 
but Louise, after her shower had changed into a long 
white silky sheer nightgown. It was very tight-fitting 
and clung to and accentuated every curve of her full 
figure. She had brushed her hair and repaired the 
damage to her appearance with a little make-up. She 
looked absolutely stunning. I let them stand as I 
finished my coffee, leisurely running my eyes over 
them.

Finally I spoke as the doorbell rang.

"It is time for me to go," I said as I got up from the 
table. They were standing close together and I walked 
over and took Louise's shrinking body in my arms.  
Slipping my hand behind her I grasped her buttock and 
pulled her cunt hard on to my prick as I gave her a 
deep lingering sexy possessive kiss relishing the feel 
of the sexy material of her nightdress I released her 
lips and looked into her blue eyes.

"Good-bye, Louise, till next time. You were a lovely 
fuck. Look after my baby for me."
She gave a sob of anguish.

I released her and turned to her husband cupping his 
balls with one hand and drawing his mouth to mine with 
pressure on the back of his neck. I gave him a long 
kiss and I could hear the shocked breathing of his 
young wife. I released his lips and looked into his 
eyes.

"You got off quite lightly this time Peter. Next time I 
won't go so easy on your plump sexy bottom." I said 
conversationally. His eyes widened with horror as the 
meaning of my remark sunk in.

The doorbell rang again rather more insistently. I 
released Peter and walked to the door which I opened 
and looked round for the last time.

"Good-bye you two, thank you for the hospitality. I 
will be back to see you both again." I shut the door 
gently, got in the taxi and gave the driver 
instructions to take me to Peter's office. I still had 
one more morning's work before I left for my cottage in 
Wales, and the previous evening and night had sharpened 
my appetite for further adventure.


If you would like any more on Peter and Louise, let me 
know. I may add to this if there is enough interest. 
Comments, criticism and suggestions for future 
stories are welcome at aled7@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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