Prologue

The woman in her pink Bikini lay on the bed in front of him.  Clearly her eyes were filled with fear.  The bedroom was dark and hot.  No air came through this part of the house.  In the distant he could hear the waves crashing onto the beach. His heart was pounding hard. Excitement, nervousness and fear were overwhelming his mind. His tanned, muscular body towered over her. He lusted for the touch of her skin, her smooth lightly tanned skin, her brown silky hair and he wanted to invade her as no one has done it to her ever before. Her curvy body suddenly crawled up his bed. Her nice shaped round butt swayed in front of his eyes for a brief moment. Part of the pink panties had slipped between her butt crack, revealing more of her lovely ass.

Oh how he wanted to put his dick in her.  Was she teasing him?  Definitely, as a muffled moan slipped through her mouth, when he inched closer to the edge of his bed. The temperature in this small bedroom seemed to get hotter by the minute. Both of their bodies were covered in a film of sweat. It made her look tastier, he thought.

"No need to worry. Believe me once we're at it you won't be afraid no more." He whispered.

She didn't understand what he meant.

He smirked. She would fall and soon would belong to him. His blue eyes sparkled in the dark. It was time to move in.

Chapter 1

It had been a rough night. Overdose of caffeine and cigarettes hadn't helped him much. His neck hurt as he had fallen asleep in a very awkward position in front of his notebook again. The first rays of light crept through the window blinds. He rubbed his tired eyes and moved his mouse to awaken his computer as well. A blank page appeared. Not even one line... he sighed. He got up, stretched and walked over to the kitchen.

Greg was once hailed as a rising star in the literature world. His first two novels had been bestsellers but that was already 5 years ago. It has become very quiet around him. Nobody really seemed to miss him...except his publisher who tried to milk out another great book out of him. However, the work on his new book wasn't going well. He had written his previous books back in his college days. Somehow, since then new ideas seem to come very seldom.

Greg opened his door and walked out onto the front deck of his house. The white beach and blue ocean lay in front of his eyes. He was glad to have bought this house when he had still been successful. It was the only thing left in his life. He lit up a cigarette and tried to get his mind back out of the bleakness.

He heard the door behind him open and the sound of light steps coming toward him. A warm body hugged him from behind and started to kiss his bare back.

"Morning." She said.

He nearly had forgotten that she was still here. He turned around and gave the blond woman a light kiss. He didn't know her name. At least not anymore. The woman was slender and tall. He somehow remembered that she told him once that she was some sort of a fashion model. Her breasts were large but he knew they were not real. The fingers of his left hand stroked gently over her naked body. She shivered. Her lust filled eyes stared at his face.

"How about a blow-job?" he asked her.

She smiled and got down on her knees. Slowly she pulled his trousers down and started to stroke his cock. Greg loved watching a woman working on his dick. The warmth of her mouth soon covered his dick. Watching how it vanished into her wet hole aroused him. Her tongue rolled around the tip of his dick. The warmth of her mouth, the moisture of her saliva and the sucking motion soon made his dick grow to its full size. Holding the end of his shaft with one hand, she moved her head forward and backward. Taking it deeper with each thrust, slurping and drooling, she continued getting faster and faster. Her tits wobbled, her face turned red and Greg enjoyed the show. Lighting up another cigarette he exhaled with a shudder.

The sound of her slurping seemed to get louder than the crashing waves behind him.

"MMHH....MMHH..." he heard her mumble.

The fat cock parted her lips and slowly, saliva dripping it came out of her mouth. She breathed heavily. He saw her cunt juice running along her inner thighs and dropping onto the wooden deck.

Her hands stroked his dick fast before she opened her mouth and gulped it back in again.

"Very good..." he told her and smiled.

She looked up to him and sucked even harder. Her hands massaged his swollen balls and she lick along the underside of his shaft that made him shiver even more.

"Fuck me...Greg! ...please, fuck me." She pleaded.

"Make me come first." He answered.

He placed his hand behind the back of her head and gently pushed his dick back deep into her mouth. She gagged but he continued to push it further in. The moist and soft flesh inside her mouth seemed like to caress his dick. The twitching tongue massaging it just at the right places. Her long blond hair moved wildly into all directions while he pumped her head furiously forward and backward.

He clenched his teeth. Nearly there. He pulled his wet cock out of her. The woman fell onto the deck. She coughed and gasped for air. He hit her small butt cheek and she lifted her lower body up. With one violent thrust he inserted his nearly exploding cock inside her. She was already too wet to make the hole tight as he liked them to be.

"Haaaah...aaaahh" she yelled when he briefly pulled out his dick to thrust back into her for a second time.

Greg was ready to come. The blowjob had given him enough actually. He pulled his dick out after another thrust. She wiggled her butt.

"No...more...more...please, more I need it. I need it."

"Take it into your mouth" he said, ignoring her yelping.

She crawled up again and took it back into her mouth. Greg held her head still and with the sound of relief he squirted his thick load into her mouth.

The woman fell back onto the deck when he let her go. White sperm, dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Her sweaty body lay tired on the floor.

Greg pulled his trousers up and walked back into the house for a shower.

When he got out of the shower he found a note on the kitchen table.

See you again. I should be back in town next month.

Love

Maria

"Maria...of course. How could I forget?" He whispered.

Chapter 2

The breeze from the ocean came gently through the windows into his house. The notebook stared at him from the desk. He partially blamed Maria and the other women for his downfall. Deep down inside him he knew it was his entire fault...however, it was easier to live with the believe that this whole misery wasn't entirely his doing.

Everything had started exactly 5 years ago. A party celebrating the release of his 2nd novel.

Everything seemed to be just perfect. He loved his job, had money and a woman with whom he thought he could spend the rest of his life with. That fateful night, when Greg had sneaked out to the hotel garden to smoke a cigarette in peace, a man introduced himself to him.

"Mr.McKenzie? My name is Peter Storm."

As any member attending the party he had worn an expensive looking tuxedo.

He was a short man. Small face, glasses and receding hairline.

"I'm sorry." Greg had replied. "No interview at the moment. ...and no idea about my next project yet" he said and smiled.

The man raised both of his hands. "No, no I'm no reporter, Mr McKenzie."

"Oh...I'm sorry. You know these guys are always there when I want some private time."

"I'm sorry to disturb you...but this seems to be the only time that I can catch you alone."

"I'm sorry Mr...Storm but do we know each other?" Greg had asked.

"Well, not directly. I've been a long time colleague of your fiancée Karen."

"I see. I didn't know that my wife had invited her research partner. I should have known."

"Karen has told me a lot about you, Mr. McKenzie. I'm really glad that she has met a person like you."

"Thank you..." Greg didn't quiet know what the man was trying to get at but soon he found out.

The man came closer. His head only went up to Greg's chest. He looked up and stared into his eyes.

"The fact is Mr.McKenzie that I'm very much in love with Karen. I have planned everything so far and everything was going well, until...you came into our lives."

Peter Storm's eyebrows were twitching nervously.

"You are destroying my dream. I cannot let you do this to me...I'm very sorry." He continued.

Before Greg could reply to this out of the blue statement Storm had pulled out a small syringe with some blue contents and slammed it into Greg's thigh.

The sudden attack and pain surprised him.

He punched Storm hard. The man flew onto the polished stone floor of the garden. Furiously Greg pulled the needle out of his leg. The syringe was empty. Whatever was inside was now circulating in his body.

"What...what the fuck are you doing? What was in this thing!" he yelled.

He ran up to Storm and grabbed him by the collars.

"Answer me damn it! What have you done?" Greg had screamed.

"There is no need to worry McKenzie...you will live...but not this life anymore. You will suffer as I have suffered. Now, she will belong to me."

"You sick little prick." Greg tried to punch him but the substance was beginning its effect and he fell onto the ground.

Tremendous pain jerked through his lower abdomen. His head spun, he couldn't breathe and the last thing he saw was Storm grinning at him.

Greg thought he would die but he woke up in his own bed hours later. He had no recollection of how he had gotten back to his apartment. His head hurt and his body ached when he tried to get up. Somebody mumbled next to him. In the darkness he couldn't clearly see who it was.

"Karen? Is that you? ...what happened?" he said.

She didn't answer. He switched on the light next to the bed and realised that he was naked. He quickly pulled the blanket away and saw the body of an unknown woman lying there.

His heart nearly stood still.

"Jesus...what's happening here?" he said.

The body of the woman twitched. She turned her head toward him. The bright light made it hard for her to look at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Greg jumped out of the bed.

"Who in the hell are you?" he nearly screamed hysterically.

She laughed. Her hazel brown hair was short and Greg gulped when he saw that she was naked just like him.

"Oh my...I hate when this happens." She said and sighed.

Quickly she climbed out of his bed and walked around the room and picked up the clothes. Greg silently watched her getting dressed. The room looked as if it was ransacked.

"One wild night." She said and showed him her torn bra.

"Hold on...just hold on a minute. Where and how did we...did we..." Greg couldn't finish the sentence.

"You really don't remember anything?" she said and put on her red dress.

"No...I was attacked last night...injected with something and then...what...tell me how we got here."

"Attacked?" she smiled. "Well, you attacked me...sort of...you chatted me up at the party and...well, then we came here and as you can see had one fun time. I better go though...thank you anyways." She said and gave him a kiss and left the very confused man behind.

Greg stumbled into the bathroom and threw up. Karen...he had to call her. She was with him at the party. Where was she? He remembered Storm and his crazy look in his face. Quickly he got dressed and called her apartment.

Nervously he bit on his nails when finally someone picked up.

"Karen! Karen! Are you alright?" he yelled.

"Greg?! Where are you? Peter told me you didn't feel well and left. Why didn't you tell me? I as really worried. I called you too...do you actually know what time it is? God...Greg...what's going on?"

Greg quickly glanced at his alarm clock. It was nearly 6am. He had no idea when he got back from the party. What was going on? She wanted to tell him what was going on?

"At the party...I...I went for a smoke and your friend...Peter, he, he..."

"Hold on..." she interrupted him.

He heard another voice in the background.

"Who else is there?" he asked her.

"Peter...he drove me home and waited to make sure that you would call."

That bastard...Greg thought.

"Listen Karen...listen that Peter boy has injected me with something and...there is something seriously wrong with him. I'll come over...just be careful I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Greg...I saw you walk out with a girl..." she suddenly whispered.

It felt as if somebody had punched his guts.

"I....Karen, please believe me Peter has done something to me...and...and..." he just wanted to take that man apart.

"You stay there Greg...I'll be at your place in ten." She said and hung up.

He threw the phone on the bed. He scratched his head wildly...he looked around his bedroom and knew he had to get this fixed up quickly before Karen would get here.

Should he just tell her the truth? Would she believe him?

Greg started to clean up the bed anyways. He stuffed the bra into his pants, changed the sheets and got the things in the room back to order just in time before she came.

When he looked at Karen a wave of guilt overcame him immediately. She was the first woman he ever felt really in love with. Her bubbly personality, her looks, her voice, her smell...he just loved everything about her. She looked tired and it looked as if she had cried.

Her eyes were puffed up and red. She wore a faded blue baseball cap under which she hid her straight blond hair and her blue green eyes didn't have the usual sparkle. He let her inside and took helped her out of her denim jacket. It looked as if she had left in a hurry and so she only had her white tank top and her grey jogging pants on.

She sighed immediately when she walked into the bedroom.

"You don't have to hide it, Greg. A woman knows when another woman was in her boyfriend's room you know..."

"Karen...let me explain. Please..." Greg stopped when he saw her start to cry.

"I never thought you could do this to me...I mean how could you! I thought we were meant to be together." She screamed at him.

"Your friend...he injected me Karen. He injected me with something whatever you Chemical people develop at your plant. I loose my consciousness and next thing I know is that I wake up and see this woman lying next to me in my bed!!! For God sake...I seriously would never do anything that would harm our relationship, Karen! I'm not that stupid...I want to be with you. You have to trust me! That Peter is a creep...he's after you!!!"

She shook her head and didn't say a word.

"What?! You believe him? You don't trust me?" Greg was confused.

"I need to use your toilet." She said and left.

Greg walked to the kitchen and made himself a strong drink. Suddenly, a strange pain went through his spine. For a split second his head hurt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He leaned against the sink and clenched his teeth. His hands were shaking. For a moment his vision went blurry.

"God...what is going on?" he mumbled.

With wobbly legs he walked carefully over to his bed and sat down. He tried to control his breathing. His heart pounded fast.

"Are you alright?" he heard Karen's voice.

"No...Karen...there is something wrong."

She sat down next to him and put her hand on his forehead.

"You're little hot."

The touch of her hand triggered something inside him. He stared at her with an open mouth gasping for air. She looked gorgeous. His heart pounded faster again, his loins stirred, he wanted her. A sudden wave of lust washed over him. Greg grabbed her shoulder and kissed her. Her lips were so soft. His hands moved down to her thin waist trying to get a good lock around her body. Karen pulled her body back though and slapped her hand hard across his face.

"What are you doing?" she said and stood up.

"I'm not sure...I...I just want you...I want you now."

He stood up and gently pushed her back onto the bed and threw himself over her.

His weight crushed upon her. Karen felt the tremendous heat radiating from his body.

"Wait...you can't expect me to do this now...what has gotten into you?" she held his hands that seem to want to touch every bit of her.

She realised that his penis was hard and trying to burst out of his pants like an alien.

"Karen...I need you..." he softly whispered.

He held both of her arms and kissed her relentlessly. Greg wanted to have her. Feel her and maker her come.

"Relax...Greg. You are a little rough...don't hurt me okay."

"I won't...I want to fuck you, I want to make you scream, I want to make you beg for my dick..." he mumbled.

Karen had never heard him talk like this. He was a gentle person and in bed even more. She was confused but his kisses and fondling was making her wet. A part of her started to like the little rough sexual play of his.

"Wait...I'll get the condoms..." she quickly slipped away from bed and walked over to the bathroom.

Suddenly Greg ran after her, grabbed her around her waist and ripped the thin strips of her top. Her tits fell out and the light pink shine of her areola and nipple made him gulp. His greedy hands cupped her large, round, firm breasts. He pushed her over his work desk and pulled her pants down. She felt the cool air of the apartment on her skin. His rough hands tore her black thongs she had on. Immediately Greg got his dick out and caressed the tip of it against the opening of her cunt. He snarled and hit her butt cheek hard.

"Wow...easy now, Greg. You know I'm not on the pill."

His animalistic lust for her was somehow setting her on fire.

Greg caressed her breasts from behind. They were swaying underneath his hands and he twisted her nipples hard. She cried in pain. He slapped his hand against her ass cheek again. She whimpered.

"You will enjoy this, Karen. Don' you worry."

One hand on her breast, the other wandered down between her legs. He kissed the back of her neck, licking his tongue along her neckline and nibbling at her ears. Her body twitched when his fingers found her clit. Quickly he moved the tips of his fingers around it. Her cunt was heating up and slowly her juiced began to flow. Her nipples were getting harder and a slow moan slipped through her mouth.

"You like it this way, Karen? Am I making you horny?"

She didn't answer. He twisted her nipple between his fingers really hard.

"Answer me! Do you like it?" he demanded.

"Yes....I don't know what has gotten into you but yes, I like it" she cried out.

He forced her upper body down against the table and raised her behind. He spread her long legs apart and opened her butt cheeks with both of his hands. He massaged them and enjoyed the sensation of the soft flesh.

"I always wanted to take you from behind." He whispered and brought his swollen dick in position.

Greg was right...they always had sex in the missionary position and had never tried anything fancy. All in this sudden sexual passion she had nearly forgotten the woman she had seen her with. Questions of doubt came into her mind but she groaned when a spark of ecstasy shot through her body and mind.

His finger invaded her cunt again, spreading them and slowly moving her clit in a circular motion. He watched her body jerk and knew she liked what he was doing. Her pussy was getting wet and slowly he moved his dick between her legs. The tip slowly parted her vaginal lips. It was wet and he felt the urge to push it deep inside her. But he waited. Continuing the caressing of the clit, he only inserted the tip of his dick into her opening. Her hips moved a little and grinded against his shaft. He smirked and knew she wanted the whole lot of it. He let his fingers go and pushed his cock inside her steamy cunt. With one move it glid deep into her body, her cunt muscles wrapping around his shaft. It felt as if it would be in a compression chamber. A wonderful sensation of satisfaction swept over him. He hit her but cheek hard. Holding her at her waist he started to pound in his spear.

Greg was paying so much attention to her that he didn't notice that Peter Storm had sneaked inside his apartment. Before he could do anything Greg was on the floor unconscious. The next day Karen had left town and he never saw her again.

Only a note was left by Peter. Telling him of the gift he had given in exchange for Karen. Greg searched for about a week for Karen. But neither her company nor her parents wanted to talk to him.

Chapter 3

Two weeks had passed since the incident and Greg's life continued to spiral downwards. He was depressed; nothing seemed to interest him anymore. The happiness was gone and with it the interest to work. He had undergone a complete medical check up but they couldn't find anything wrong with him. However, he had strong mood swings, outbursts of anger and couldn't focus anymore on his work. The doctors told him that it's all in his head. He decided to move out of the city and bought a house at the beach.

The gift of which Peter had spoken about he sooner or later discovered. Whatever was injected inside him had changed him that was for sure. He hungered for sex. The flame of lust always flickered inside him. At first he didn't want it to be true but the desire to fuck anything female around him was getting stronger each passing day. Who doesn't have that desire if you are male but with Greg it was far more powerful.

He soon realised that after having sex he was closer to his old self. But without it he was a wreck and to get sex he'd have done anything. Peter's gift came in handy in this section. Somehow his sperm had the ability of a powerful sex drug. Now, he also understood why Peter had hit him unconscious before he reached orgasm. Once the opposite sex would come in contact with it through a vaginal or an oral way they would start to get addicted to it. The effect of it would wane after several weeks without the consumption of sperm.

In his first years Greg had experimented on prostitutes but afterwards he started to specifically target women he liked. He would ask them out on a date and later make them dependent.

Recently he started to begin to understand that he could completely change women's overall behaviour not just during sex. An extensive use of his sperm would allow him to teach and change the target's natural behaviour. For example, influence a shy woman in such a way that she would openly have sex in the middle of a public area with a complete stranger. Not that he has done anything like that....just something similar along that line.

Greg closed his notebook and looked at the memo of Maria once again. Even this stuck up woman had changed into a willing sex partner for him. She was gone now and Greg looked out toward the beach. It was time to find a new pet project.

It was summer and people from all over the place were flocking to the beach. From his raised front desk Greg had a good view of them. Most beaches here were private and not open to the public. However, next to his house one of the few public beaches began. He loved summer. The hot weather, the long nights and of course the scantily clad women. It was primary hunting season for him. His testosterone was on an all time high.

Greg was in luck. He could see some young girls in their bikinis swimming in the ocean and tanning on the beach. But today he wasn't looking for easy going youngsters. He was looking for something more mature, something more challenging. Someone that was worth to change.

He scanned the beach with his binocular. It was as ever very crowded. There were a couple of good looking ones. After a while he stopped and watched at one woman closer. She was young, had a nice curvy body and the pink Bikini suited her very well. As an absolute butt lover he especially like those tight panties around her small but still well rounded ass. He already could imagine grabbing those cheeks. Her breasts looked firm and filled the top pretty nicely. Now, he needed a closer look at her.

Slowly he walked through the hot sand toward the crowd. The noise of playing kids and adults was deafening. He past the gate to his part of the beach.

"Hey, can we play on your beach?" one group of guys asked him and pointed to their volleyball.

"Sorry...maybe another time." He answered.

"Dude...Come on! Don't be such a jerk. Just for an hour."

He moved on. Greg soon realised that the woman wasn't alone as he had thought at first. She had a small kid and a husband looking person was lying next to her. Damn...he thought but stopped a couple of meters away to inspect her anyways.

Her semi-long brown hair was clipped up and showed off her elegant neckline. Her eyes were hidden beneath the sunglasses, but she had a very delicate, feminine shaped face with high cheekbones. Greg didn't want to believe that she could be the mother of that child screaming next to her like a chimp. He paid not too much attention to the father or husband. His dick inside his khaki shorts send him a clear signal. This was one girl he'd like to entertain. The question was just how. Now that he had laid eyes on her he didn't want anything else than her.

The situation wasn't easy. He had to get her somehow to his house. However, Greg couldn't believe his luck when the woman suddenly stood up and came over to him. She took off her sunglasses and looked at him with her auburn eyes.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry if I'm mistaken...but are you by any chance Gregory McKenzie?"

She asked him.

Greg was a little taken back by this sudden surprise. She looked absolutely breath taking. Now he even had a better look at her. Her full set of breasts made a nice cleavage in the tight Bikini top.

He smiled and brought out all his charm.

"Hi. Yes, I'm McKenzie." He answered.

"Oh my God...you know I read both of your books back in College. I always was fascinated that someone my age could write such great novels." She laughed and really seemed please to have met him.

"I really liked the second one. I'm really looking forward to read your new book. Could you maybe tell me when it's coming out?" she continued. "I'm so sorry...I'm just so thrilled to see you here."

Greg smiled. "No worries. I'm actually just writing on my latest novel...right over there." He pointed out to the house.

"That's a wonderful house. I'm really looking forward to read your new book Mr. McKenzie."

Greg realised that the conversation was coming to an end. Quickly he asked her.

"Are you maybe interested in reading the first draft of my new book? I have a copy of it at my house."

"Can I? I mean if you don't mind... you know maybe not. I really don't want to disturb you. I'm just glad to know that there is a new novel coming out." She said.

Greg gave it another try.

"Actually, I would like you to read it for me. A fan like you could maybe point out some flaws in it. Trust me...the editors and the rest of the bunch from the Publishing Company's comments really aren't that trustworthy. I was just on my way back to the house anyways. Please, follow me and then you have something to read while tanning here on the beach."

"Hmm...well, I guess it would be an honour to be one of the first to read your new book." She said. Her smile made him giddy.

God, she was one hot woman.

"Could you just wait here for a sec? I have to tell my husband this." She said.

Greg nodded. "Sure thing."

He stared at her butt while she walked back. That was one piece of a great ass. Soon he would be with her in the house. The husband looked over to him and Greg waved at him with a smile. Just to reassure him that he wasn't some sort of a creep.

The man shook his head at his wife and she didn't look to happy. He heard him shout something at him. She seemed to ignore it and came back to Greg.

"I'm sorry...my husband is not in a good mood at the moment."

"If I would be your husband I also would be afraid to let you go with some strange man." He said.

She smiled. "Shall we? We better go before he comes over here."

They started to walk back slowly to the house.

"I'm Katie by the way. I'm sorry for the late introduction Mr. McKenzie."

"Just call me Greg. Everybody does."

She smiled back at him.

"So, have you been married a long time?" he asked her.

"I've met my husband at College. I got pregnant in my final year...at so we decided to get together." She sighed.

"Sorry, if I asked you the wrong question."

"No, it's okay. Lately we just have our issues but I think that all couple go through such a phase. Are you married, Greg?" she asked back.

Greg shook his head.

"No...though I was engaged once."

"Oh yeah...that's true." She said excitedly. "I read about it in the news."

"Anyways...life goes on. I'm too busy I guess to date at the moment." He lied.

They arrived in front of the house and she was amazed by the calmness of the beach on this side.

"Next time you just come on over here." He said.

Slowly Greg's pulse was starting to beat faster. Here they were. They moved inside the house where he offered her something to drink. Unknown to her he put in some of his sperm into her Coke. The sperm needed to be fresh to fully work and for these sorts of occasions he had frozen some of them up. The dosage wasn't as strong as the real thing but it was able to turn on the switch of her sexual drive.

Katie walked through the living room and looked at the paintings and she stopped in front of his work table.

"So, this is the place where you write." She said.

Greg came with two Cokes in his hands. "Yeah...this is pretty much it!" he said.

"I still can't believe I'm in the house of Gregory McKenzie." She whispered.

Greg grabbed a copy of his last novel and signed it. From the corner of his eyes he looked taking her good, long gulps of the Coke.

"Just what I needed..." she said and smiled.

He grinned. "Yeah, nothing better than a cold Coke on a hot day..."

"Here, just a small present for you."

Katie was speechless.

"Come follow me. I have the draft back in this room."

Still holding the book she followed him back to the bedroom. On the way he showed her the other rooms of the one-story house building. She absolutely loved his game room.

"I live in such a small house...although it has a second floor. This is one gorgeous place." She said.

Greg realised that her cheeks had turned a little rosy.

It was time to close the trap. The dark room just awaited her arrival. He stood at the door until she was inside. The white door closed and Katie turned around.

"You are one beautiful woman, Katie." He told her.

He knew that she immediately sensed that something wasn't right. She looked concerned.

"I'd like to give you a small gift."

"A gift...? I think I already got one...or do you mean the draft?" her voice was a little quieter.

"You know...it gets pretty lonely in here sometimes. I wished a woman like you could share this place with me." He said.

She grinned. "I'm married, Greg..."

"I'm sorry... I was just blown away by your beauty. Sorry...I didn't mean to...aa very embarrassing... Why don't you sit down?" he said. "I'll get the draft."

"It's nice to hear that...you know...my husband I...we're not doing so well at the moment."

She sat down while Greg rummaged through his wardrobe.

Suddenly her head hurt and she closed her eyes. The dark world around her started to spin and a warmth rose inside her. The room was already hot but this warmth in her was different. It was getting hotter and hotter. It changed into a burning flame...her head hurt again.

"Are you alright?" Greg asked her.

"Just a headache...must be the sun."

"I'll get a cold towel for you." He said and went to the bathroom.

It was as if the ground beneath her was shaking. She felt wobbly and she laid down. The cold bed linen felt nice on her heated skin. The heat had spread suddenly deep below, it was wandering down, further and further. Her nipples started to get hard as soon as the heat settled down in her snatch.

"God..." she whispered.

She felt how her pussy was getting wet. What was going on? Why was her body reacting like this? Sure she hadn't had sex for a long time...nut this was crazy.  Katie wasn't sure, but she was getting hornier.

"Here...the towel..." Greg came back and a cold, soothing sheet rested against her forehead and eyes.

His hand lightly touched her upper arm and her body jerked...she opened her mouth and sighed. She felt how the wetness below was spreading. Embarrassed she lifted herself up.

Her eyes looked dreamy into his.

Greg smiled. He knew she was getting ready for the next step. Are you feeling better? He lightly stroked her back with the palm of her hand. She was hot and sweating. He knew the touch would send shivers down her body. The nipples of her luscious round breasts were now visibly sticking out of the top.

"You look gorgeous..." he whispered.

His face was so close to hers. Katie could sense the fire of the sexual tension in the room. Before a clear thought could stop her, her body lunged forward and her lips curled up against his. Her heart pounded fast that her chest hurt. She was afraid from the pit of her stomach. But something in her was screaming for his touch, his lips, his body...everything. The heat was getting worse and worse. Wildly they kissed and she pulled off Greg's shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her.

"I don't know...I don't know..." she said but hastily threw herself against him.

Slowly his body fell on hers and their upper bodies landed, arms mingled up on the soft bed.

The darkness of the room seemed to collapse on her, consuming her as. Greg was now fully undressed and she stared at his fat cock. It was pulsating, twitching and lusting for her. A sweat pearl ran down her neck. Everything went so fast. She couldn't believe that this was herself. Moaning and gasping as his tongue licked down her neck and ears.

Both of them crawled up the bed away from the edge. She felt his weight on the bed, pushing the mattress down, her body seemed to glide into the pit he created. His hands were hot and touched her legs, moved up her thighs, briefly the finger tips ran up her stomach and Katie nearly sighed in pleasure. Again, a part of her mind told her to stop but her hands pressed the back of his head down toward her body. The weight of his body and the heat of the room were unbearable. It just added more to her own heat she carried inside her and transformed her to this woman who slowly longed now to be invaded by this man. Her breath was frantic. He smirked.

"It's time for you to accept my gift; Katie."

It was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for.

Her now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug.

The white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.

"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react.

Her daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.

"Mommy! Pancooks…Pancooks." She yelled.

Her husband swore when something fell on the floor. He yelled her name again.

Suddenly her body was rocked hard side to side.

"HEY! Could you please fix her something? Katie?!" he shook his head and sighed.

His plate hit the table and he sat down. She finally looked up from her mug.

"I have no time to make her something Katie… I'm running late as always. And you haven't really been helpful this morning." He raised his hands. "I'm not complaining, so don't look at me like that."

But Katie just looked past him through the window out into the garden.

"God…" he muttered. "Are you back again in that no-I'm-not-talking-to-you-anymore-phase? Could you please just tell me, before you stop to interact with all of us here, what in the hell I did wrong this time?"

His voice seemed far away. Her eyes slowly wandered over to her daughter Dana. She had just found the cereal box and was munching happily away.

"Dana…" her husband got up and took the box away. Immediately the kid started to cry.

"Katie!!"

Chapter 4

The small house with the small kitchen was quiet now. Occasionally Dana started to sing along with her favourite Cartoon character on TV. Katie sipped at her cold coffee. She was still dressed in the bathrobe. Her husband had left at some point in the morning. The kitchen clock just hit 1 pm. Katie slowly got up from the white plastic chair.

Her feet were cold. Her hands were cold. The floor beneath her was cold.

Dana came running when she realised that her Mom had gotten up from that chair she had been sitting on for a long time.

"Mommy." She said.

Katie smiled.

"Hi Sweetie. Mommy has to take a shower. Do you want to come with me or watch TV?" she asked.

Dana grinned and ran back into the living room and back to join in just in time for the chorus.

Minutes later Katie was upstairs and looking at her own reflection in the mirror. The robe had fallen and her hands cupped gently the underside of her perfectly round shaped breasts. Her skin was white where the fabric of her bikini had protected her from the sun it was a big contrast to the rest of her body which was nicely tanned. A shiver ran down her back when her fingertips hit her erect pink nipples. They were sensitive. With a gasp she let her hands go off her breasts. Unconsciously she had started to caress them. Her fingers had dug deep into the soft flesh, squeezing them and sending a wave of passion through her body.

Katie slumped down onto the toilet and covered her face with her hands. The memories of the incident in that dark, heat filled room returned. The seed that was planted into her last night was beginning to overtake her.

She remembered now. Her nipples were so hard and she felt how her juices inside her pussy slowly started to flow. Despite the fact she resented the memories of yesterday's incident she was getting horny. A heat wave gently rose up deep down insider of her.

Katie opened her eyes and saw herself again. Saw herself taken by this man, this muscular tall man, saw him pounding into her, her legs were spread wide open, gasping for air, moaning with pleasure, the heat…the heat that seemed to be everywhere. Around her, inside her, it just seemed as it was trying to engulf her in a flame of passion.

Katie was filled with fear when she had sat down on his bed, however at the same time she was longing for it. Like a predator he had crawled upon her, touched her and kissed her on her lips. She still couldn't explain why she had returned his kiss or was it her who had started it?. Later, when she finally realised what had happened it was way too late.

Her head was rested against a fluffy pillow. Her eyes followed his hands. The first touch sent shivers down her spine.

"No need to be scared, Katie." He whispered gently into her right ear and kissed her lobes.

He pulled the shoulder strings of her pink bikini top down. His breath trembled when her full set of breasts came slowly into view. First, the small pink circle of her areola then her erect nipples bounced free from the fabric that had pressed against them. His hands immediately grabbed hold of them. He kneaded her soft flesh, squeezed them and started to suck on her nipples. His saliva felt cold at first, but when his tongue started to flip over the tip of her nipple the heat returned. She lifted her arms and her hands touched his short black hair. With all her strength she started to push him away as sanity returned for a while. His tongue flicked and her arms slumped down. There was no need to fight this…it just felt too well.

Greg lay like a fat python on her small body frame. He had spread her legs. She could feel his erect shaft nestling against her bikini panty. Katie could feel that they were drenched. His strong arms now pinned her upper body down. Greg didn't talk anymore. Katie could see in his cold blue eyes that he was serious now. Things started to get hectic. With one hand holding her down, he pulled her panty down. Her trimmed brown pubic hair came into sight. Greg had problems to move her panty down as her legs were spread.

Katie kicked and wiggled to assist him. Again a voice in her called not to help him. At the end her panty lay next to her head and her vagina lips were fully exposed. His cock slithered in front of its entrance. Without any further notice Greg unceremoniously thrust his member into her. Katie hadn't felt a cock between her legs for months. She and her husband slept in separate rooms and their sex life was nearly non existent. Katie looked down and saw how the penis of this stranger invaded her now. The swollen dick spread her cunt lips wide apart and as it hurt a little. She could feel his hot pole ramming deep down below in her. Her wetness spread as she realised the fact that she was fucked by this man and not her husband.

His hips moved in a steady rhythm and his dick pumped in and out of her cunt. The moisture inside her was spreading with each thrust. His shaft started to glisten in the darkness of the room with her juice. Katie held her head back and lay powerless on the mattress. Her entire body rocked as he now pounded faster and harder into her.

"This is just the warm-up. Soon you will enjoy it even more, Katie. I promise you. All the past will be forgotten…you will be reborn." He said.

The sight of this man screwing her while her husband was not far away on the beach with her daughter…this thought, it just turned her on at this moment. Ashamed of these feelings she clenched her teeth and tried not to cry with passion that was building up in her.

Greg grunted and his body came crushing down on her again. His hands grabbed her thighs and his hips pushed his dick deeper into her. Then she felt it. His balls had stopped slapping against her. His cock was pulsating strongly inside her wet hole and the next minute his hot seed filled her up. The only thing she was relieved about, at this moment, was the fear of getting pregnant. She was on the pill even if she didn't have sex that often.

She sensed his rapid heartbeat. His head rested next to hers. His dick slurped out of her and his body rolled away. The weights finally off her body she sighed. Motionless she stared against the ceiling of the room. She had been violated. That was the only though in her. In the next moment, however, a tremendous orgasm hit her. It came out of nowhere; Unannounced and powerful. Her fingers clawed into the sheets. Her cunt muscles contracted furiously and lifted her body up and down. Her mouth opened to let out a long cry of ecstasy.

"God…what….AAAAA…" she yelled.

Her vision was blurred, her head spun around, goose bumps covered her body and it didn't stopped. It was sheer unnatural. Unconsciously her hands were fondling her breast and pulling at her nipples. Her head was lifted out of the pillow and fell back again. Katie gasped for air. She never had experienced something like this. The body went into spasm, their combined cum dribbled out of her puffed up pink pussy.

Her head was now empty, no thoughts, no worries, everything was gone. She felt light headed. Katie's mouth was wide open and she panted wildly like an animal. Her body twisted on the bed and lay still when finally the sensation ebbed away. Her body was covered in perspiration. The bed sheets were all tangled up around her legs that had wildly kicked around.

After her body began to relax again she felt Greg's hand touch her shoulder. She turned her head and looked at him. Strangely enough all her negative feelings about this man were gone. She clearly was aware that he had taken her by force and without her consent but now, that didn't seem to bother her anymore. An incredible heat was welling up inside her. Something deep in her was changing.

Greg kissed her, her mouth opened and their tongues met. They kissed passionately like lovers. And the heat in her, that had started to burn inside her vagina spread out like a tsunami wave into every corner of her body. It hit her brain like a lightening.

"God…Greg…what have you done to me?" she asked as she could sense the transformation in her.

He grinned and stroked the auburn bangs from her face.

"I told you that you would get a gift. You'll become a complete new woman, Katie."

She looked at him puzzled. Her head started to pound a little. A little confused she said:

"I'm not sure what you mean. I don't want to change….I just want you to leave me alone, let me go back."

With one last effort her mind tried to resist the haze which seemed to settle in there. With every passing minute she was moving closer to the edge of a new self.

Pain shot through her. Greg knew this would come. It happened to all the women who came into contact with his sperm. The chemicals were now being absorbed by her body. It was a short but painful procedure. It was just as he had felt it when he was injected with it a long time ago. She cried in pain but soon she settled down again.

"Why….why me…" she mumbled.

Chapter 5

The cold water of the shower felt soothing. The AC in the house was on but still the heat in Katie's body didn't seem to cool down at all. The memories off the last day were still so vivid she had problems to concentrate. Her soapy fingers ran down her waist and every touch released a spark in her vaginal area. She didn't want it to be true but her mind and body longed for sexual stimulation.

After she had consumed Greg's first load of sperm, her body had now accepted the change. A hidden primal lust seemed to have been awoken inside her. Furthermore, his orders where deep embedded into her subconscious. The chemicals cried for a new dose daily and without it she would slip into a short but powerful sexual frenzy. Any man around her would satisfy her if she would slip into that particular state but Greg's sperm would be the only one that could truly make her whole.

Greg knew that the first couple of days were vital to make her addicted to him. He had given her a second dose right after the first stage was completed. Katie's body was lifted up by him and settled upon him. His dick was hard again and easily slipped into her wet, dripping cunt.

Katie shuddered under the shower. Her fingertips were caressing her clit while the images of her body riding his cock flooded her mind. Just as he had told her she masturbated to the sexual memories.

The second invasion of his dick was painless and yet uneasy, however, she couldn't withhold the urge to get it deep inside her. His hands lay on her butt cheeks and the flesh shook in waves each time he pounded it back home. Her tits swung, her shoulder long hair, now all loose, swayed in the air and Katie had again allowed this scum to fuck her. Lifeless her body was rocked from underneath.

"I want you to remember this, Katie. Remember how we fucked today. Tomorrow I want you to masturbate to it in the shower." He told her and reached with his hands for her right tit.

He squeezed it hard and caressed her nipple. A pleasant spasm flew through her body. Her cunt welcomed the hard member. She was so wet. Her juices ran down the underside of his penis and soaked the sheets. The heat inside her and the heat of the room all combined made her delirious. His all too powerful thrust seemed never ending. Her body continued to rock like a puppet. Her mouth half open let out small cries of pleasure. Greg enjoyed hearing her positively reacting to this fuck. Again and again, he twisted her nipple and over and over his dick grinded against her clit.

Katie's head spun around. She felt the wave of another incredible orgasm welling up inside. A long cry echoed out of the beach house but was swallowed by the rumbling waves. She never had experienced so many multiple orgasms in a row.

"I want you to come back here tomorrow. Come by at 3pm." He had told her when they both lay exhausted on the bed after another orgasm.

Inside the shower cabin her body climaxed yet again. Her fingers were gooey with her cum. Panting she leaned her head against the glass door of the shower.

Heat. It never seemed to leave her since she had entered Greg's bedroom. It had a strong grip around her now. She climbed out of the shower and sighed. Had her husband noticed something when she got back from his house? Katie asked herself again.

After Greg was done with her she had put back on her Bikini and clipped her hair back up.

Her face was flushed red and her cunt wet and squishy with Greg's sperm while she walked back to her family.

Her daughter came running toward her when she got back to her spot on the crowded white sand beach. Her husband who had been against her visit ignored her. He briefly glanced at the book she held in her left hand.

"Hi..." she said to him in a raspy voice.

Guilty and full of shame she sat down next to him. Unaware of the fact that her wife's cunt was filled with the sperm of another man he nodded as an answer.

"You got a gift?" he asked her.

Katie looked into his brown eyes. For a minute she wanted to tell him but her mind soon told her not to do so.

"Yes, I got a gift." She answered and glanced into the blue horizon of the ocean.

They didn't talk much that day and when Katie woke up this morning her first thought was to visit Greg. It was a disturbing thought.

After the shower she quickly put on some light make-up on, rushed into her room and got dressed. She chose a light blue strapless top and a black short skirt.

Before she dropped off Dana at a Day-care Centre she grabbed some lunch with her. While eating with her smiling daughter doubt of her actions rose up.

It was nearly three when she parked her old and rusty Honda Civic nearby the beach. She looked into the back mirror and sighed. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding in anticipation. Katie told herself to calm down. She had to tell that man that this had to stop today.

Her loose and light curly hair blew into her face when she hit the hot sand with her flip-flops.

Greg already stood at the front deck of the house when she climbed up the stairs. He waved at her and greeted her with a smile.

"Good to see you back." He said and put his right hand on the small of her back and guided her inside.

Her steps were hesitant and the body language told him that she wasn't comfortable with the situation. He didn't blame her for that.

"I cannot do this...you can't do this to me, Greg. I have a family; I have a daughter...I..." she started to blurb out as soon as they were inside.

"A drink?" he asked her and poured himself a glass of whisky.

"No! Listen, I'm willing to let yesterday's incident..."

"Something to eat?" he interrupted her again and nibbled on a piece of cold cuts.

Katie turned around and walked up to the door.

"I don't think I told you to leave." He said.

Katie snorted. "Yeah...well, sorry but I am leaving."

Greg sighed and said in a sharp tone. "I don't think so. You are craving for it aren't you?"

She stopped. Greg walked up to her and put his hands on her naked shoulder. He peaked down her cleavage.

"I know that you have masturbated just as I told you this morning. I know that you are lusting to be touched by a man. You are so much in heat that every touch on your skin sends sparks of pleasure down your back. Now, do you want to leave or do you want me to take care of your needs?" he said in a very calm tone.

He let go of her shoulder and walked back to the living room. Katie stared at the door and the beach that lay in front of her. She trembled. Everything he just said was true. She despised herself when her body turned around and walked over to him.

Greg sat at his desk and awaited her. He loved to look at her curvy body.

"Tell me something about your husband. How is your relationship with him?"

Katie looked down onto the wooden floor.

"I don't think that's any of your business." She whispered.

Greg leaned forward in his chair. "I know that you think that I'm a scumbag, Katie. But really all I want to do is to help you change."

"Change into what?" she asked aggressively. "Change into a sex slave for you? Whatever you have done I don't like it. I want you to stop it."

"Well, why didn't you stop me then? Why didn't you go to the police? You had all the evidence...you could have told them that I forced you to have sex with me."

Greg waited but Katie didn't know what to say.

"Now, Katie." His blue eyes drilled into her. "I feel a lot of anger here. That's because you are very confused. But I tell you by the end of this week all you want is to poke my dick into you." He said blatantly.

The temperature of the heat simmering inside her increased when she heard those words. She didn't know why.

"Do you want my cock deep inside you? Filling you up with my seed?" he continued.

"Stop...stop saying stuff like that?"

"Why? Does it turn you on? Does this forbidden sexual play, the sexual desire, the lust make you want me?"

A sharp pain hit her head. She held her hands against her ears to shut out his voice. But his deep voice still found its way into her head and fed the heat in her.

"I know that your pussy is all sore from the fucking we did yesterday. So, why don't you relieve the two of us by coming over here and take my thing into your lovely mouth, Katie?"

Her resistance was strong Greg noticed. But another dose would take care of the rest.

Inside Katie a hurricane of emotions and rational reasoning was underway. The heat, the all too forceful heat seemed to burn all of her reasoning efforts away; leaving her only with the single option of raw sexual emotions.

"Or maybe you don't like the idea of a blowjob. Don't worry we will work on that. Listen to your heart, Katie. Can you hear it? Now, what do you want me to do?"

Her lips parted and let out her hot, trembling breath. Her nipples slowly poked through the fabric of her blue top. Her mind filled with filthy images of yesterday's sex. His voice had penetrated through her last wall of defence.

"I...."

Greg nodded. "Say it Katie."

She felt powerless. The need to fight against this urge, her urge itself seemed pointless all of a sudden. Her mind told her to obey her emotions.

She said and fast and quiet:

"I want you to put it into me." The words finally came out of her mouth.

"We have to work on that wording too...but for today it should be sufficient."

Katie felt weak. Greg stood up and walked over to her. He took her into his arms and she sighed in relief. It felt good to be held by his strong arms. His body odour made her woozy. They kissed. She was so hot, she was so ready for him, had been ready for him since this morning. Finally, all the tension she had carried with her today evaporated here. Wildly she stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. Kissing he lifted her light body up, holding her by her firm but yet soft butt and pushed her against the nearest wall. He put her down and his hands wandered below the skirt. The white panty beneath her black skirt was drenched just as he had predicted.

With one quick move he tore them apart, while she pulled her skirt up.

"I never want you to wear panties anymore only if I tell you to do so. Is that understood?" he said.

Katie nodded. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes sparkled with passion. Greg pulled his pants down and swiftly pushed it into her. It hurt. Her pussy was so sore but at the same time she moaned in pleasure. Her body needed this intrusion. She never had thought a dick inside her could make her feel so good.

Greg grunted as he lifted her body again. Her back slammed into the wall that the picture frames nearly fell down. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his dick squished into her like a sledgehammer. In and out it went, picking up speed, faster and faster, the shaft gliding past her clit into the tight hole. And God was she tight. Again and again she moaned, screamed and dug her nails deep into his shoulders.

"Yes…Katie, that's my girl. Let it out. Let it all out. Let your lust take over." He said into her ear.

His head leaned forward and his tongue wandered down her cleavage. The sweet smell of her body turned him on. The angry face of hers had turned into that of a woman in heat. She clenched teeth, her legs tightened hard against him and Greg had won. He owned her now.

"AAA….fuck…it feels so good. God…aaah." She mumbled.

Katie had made her first step toward becoming another sex slut of Greg's.

His seed shot deep into her womb and her cunt muscles spasmed and milked every drop out of it. The third dose successfully planted into her Greg carried her over to his bedroom and crashed exhausted onto it.

"I want you to come by everyday, Katie." He said to her after he regained his strength again.

He knew that he didn't need to tell her that. She would come by on her own anyways.

Chapter 6

Still, a part of Katie resented her new self. The following days she had tried to stay away from him. Stay hidden in her room; hide in the comfort of her bed, however, the insatiable appetite for his seed grew. At first she went part unwilling to his house to get the load just so, that she could get her mind off the sex for at least a while. As long as she was fed she was able to maintain a part of her sanity, she thought. But more and more her visits became longer and soon she forgot her urge to stay away; far worse the urge to fuck him grew into a habit.

For the next weeks Katie's life revolved around getting to Greg's house as soon as her husband had left. She brought Dana to Day-care drove to the house and would spend at least 3 hours with him before going home. Greg got to know that Katie's relationship with her husband wasn't going well. That they slept in different rooms, hardly spoke to each other and somehow their life dragged on in this frustrating situation. Both of them didn't really put any effort to try to change it.

For Greg the first task was to teach her the ways of a proper blowjob. She seemed to be sexually inexperienced in many ways. Already on the third day he had managed to teach her to give a man a mind altering blowjob. Shy at first she became more and more comfortable to beg him to fuck her. Consuming his potent sperm on a daily basis and in high dosages Katie was easily changed into the woman he desired.

For a change it was a cool day. Rain had settled in over the coast and a strong wind blew from the ocean. Greg was relaxing in his bedroom at the back of his one storey house. Lazy he lay on his bed and flipped through the Foreign News section of the paper. Occasionally he let out a sigh of pleasure. He put the paper aside and looked at Katie's head bobbing up and down below him. Her mouth taking his manhood deep into a hot, steamy and soft pit. She was naked and her cute ass wiggled in the air. Her tits glistened with baby oil.

She lifted them and placed them on his lower body. Gently the smooth and wet flesh ran down his body toward his pelvis. She squeezed his shaft between the two bouncing bundles of joy and stroked it. He was in heaven. Katie looked at him and smiled mischievously.

"Is it okay like this?" she asked him.

"More than perfect." He said and put his head back against the pillow.

Katie threw her long hair back and started to rub and caress his balls, Greg squirmed as her tongue licked his balls one by one. Just as he had told her to do, she rolled them carefully inside her mouth and squeezed them lightly. She grabbed his cock at the base of his shaft and spit on it. Her hands rubbed the spit all over his shaft and jerked him as fast as she could. He tensed.

"Take it into your mouth." Greg told her.

As soon as it hit her warm mouth Greg squirted another creamy load. Greedily Katie gulped it down and sucked hard at the tip, her hands squeezing the balls and the shaft to get every drop out of it. After she had downed the last drop she rolled on her back and started to enjoy the effects of his sperm.

A pleasant and comforting heat spread into every part of her body and her mind floated away.

She moaned as the heat became more intense and with her finger nails she pinched her nipples. Similar to an orgasm, sparks of lust and sensual gratification flowed through her. Her body jerked lightly at the end of Greg's bed.

He smiled in satisfaction. Feisty at the beginning she had succumbed to it now completely.

"Lift your butt and show me your pussy, baby." He told her.

She stuck her back into the air and spread her puffy cunt lips to show him her pink, wet inside of her pussy. Her round ass looked delicious in front of him and her luscious breasts swayed gently.

"Do you want to put it in?" she asked him in a low voice.

"No…" he answered. "I told you many times before if you want me to take you, you have to ask me in a different way."

For a moment she remained quiet. Her finger had started to circle around her sensitive clitoris.

"I need you to fuck me, Greg. I need you to fuck me hard and cum all inside me. I want to feel your pulsating cock inside me!" she said finally.

"Good…Katie. Very good." He moved up to her and spanked her hard on the butt cheek.

"But I think it's already time for you to go home."

"No, please. We can do it really quickly. I just want you inside me, now." She begged.

"You need a break anyways. Get dressed, go home and take care of Dana." He said.

"And…tonight." He continued. "I want you to sneak into your husband's bedroom and fuck him. Fuck him good, Katie. I want you to fuck and climax as you have been doing it in front of me. I want him to know what a slut you are. Is that understood?"

She nodded.

Greg kissed her and caressed her heavy set of breasts.

"Show him what you have learned in the last couple of days here." He said, stood up from the bed and hit the shower.

Chapter 7

It was late at night again. It was always late when he returned home. Most of the time his wife and daughter were asleep by that hour. Tonight, he was surprised to see that the light in his wife's room was still on. He parked the Volvo family car next to her run down Civic. Their small patch of lawn leading up to the entrance of the small house was brown and all shrivelled up. Definitely need to install a sprinkler system next year, he thought.

Tired he walked inside and slumped immediately onto the living room couch. The floor was covered with Dana's toys. He switched on the TV, got rid off his tie, walked over to the kitchen and got his beer. This was his nightly routine. He got his sandwich out of the bag he had bought before. Zapping from station to station looking for nothing particular he tried to relax his mind.

Ted was in his late 20's and worked for a construction company. It was a busy job that had kept him away from his family. Life for Ted who was a medium sized, not an outdoor-yes-look-at-my-body- I'm-so-healthy-and-strong type of a guy, hadn't been good in recent years. The long awaited promotion never seemed to come around and far more troubling was that he had lost touch with his wife, Katie. They had been together since College. The relationship which seemed to have started all so well, with a wonderful wedding and the birth of a beautiful daughter, had started to spiral toward the eventual divorce pit.

Last year Katie had moved out of their bedroom and their relationship was on an all time low. They hardly spoke to each other anymore. Ted was pissed off by her attitude and tried to shut her out of his life. He was just too busy to deal with her at the moment. She blamed him for the current situation. Maybe partially she was right…he sighed and took another long whisk out of the bottle. He wasn't as cold as she had always told him to be. Ted cared about her and Dana. All that he wanted was a better life for them, all he wanted was to get them out of this run down house and make them happy. However, year after year he never felt coming closer to that goal.

Too tired to think again of a solution to get his relationship back up he ran his hand through his short cropped blond hair. He cursed silently when he saw that some sauce had gotten on his blue and white crossed shirt. While hurrying to the kitchen to get some paper towels he walked over some sharp wooden toy blocks. He shouted and kicked them away.

Back in the kitchen he got another beer and fumbled with his shirt. The stain didn't go out just as he had thought. He downed a good part of the second bottle.

"Is everything okay?"

The sudden voice of his wife in the quiet and dark kitchen made him jump.

"Christ…Katie…God, you…you…" he stammered and tried to recover from the shock but realising her standing there just in her black thong was far more shocking.

Apart from the day on the beach he had not seen his wife showing off so much skin since a long time. His eyes literally were glued to her breasts.

"You…are still up?" he asked and pretended as nothing was wrong.

"I've waited for you…" she said and smiled.

Ted had always loved her smile. It was damn cute but today he sensed more behind that smile. Her eyes looked different and it was as if her body was sending out some sort of sexual pheromones into the air around them. The light brown skin of hers shone in the darkness. He realised that her body was covered with some oil. Her auburn hair was wet and neatly combed back. She had put on some heavy mascara and again her eyes sparkled.

Ted gulped and put his bottle on the kitchen table. He didn't have his wife this curvy in his memories. The small waist, the toned stomach, her slender long legs and he soon remembered why every man in College had wanted her. She hadn't lost any of her beauty even after giving birth to Dana.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered in a soft tone.

Ted nodded. He was confused. Why was she pulling off such a stunt all of a sudden?

Katie came closer and Ted stepped back.

"Don't you want me, Ted? Don't you want to feel my warm pussy again?" she asked him.

God, she was sultry and so fucking sexy. He wiped his sweat from his forehead.

Her hands cupped her slippery tits and ran down to the flimsy, black fabric that covered her pelvic area. She slowly turned her body around and pushed her small, bubbly ass out.

Ted gulped again.

"You can even take me like this." She said, looked over her shoulder and swayed her butt sideways.

He didn't know what had gotten into her mind. Katie had never behaved like this before. Not even when she was drunk. She liked sex but never to an amount that she had begged for him to fuck her like this. It had always been him who had initiated the sex. Never her… This new Katie turned him on and at the same time was disturbing.

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked.

No response. Katie walked over to him. She stood so close in front of him that he could feel the heat her body radiated, the smell of her sweet perfume and he saw her pink nipple in full bloom. Her eyes looked up into his and as a man he could feel that she lusted for him. Her hands suddenly touched his crotch. Ted just realised that he had a hard on. The touch just as her appearance had made him jump again. The heat her hand carried was immense. She slowly rubbed his shaft through his pants.

His dick was enjoying the attention it was receiving. But Ted suddenly pushed her hand away and stepped away from her. Ted walked up to his room and locked it behind him. His heart was racing and soon he was full of regret. Why had he passed on this chance? She must be asking herself that question. He surely must have hurt her feelings. Ted just couldn't do it. It wasn't that he wanted to, but her out of character behaviour, the strange look in her eyes…, furthermore the guilt of having cheated on her. Though he loved Katie it was not true love anymore. His heart had moved on and tonight he had noticed it for the first time. It was too late for him and her, even when she had tried to get their relationship back on track.

After a couple of minutes, Ted walked over to her room to apologies. He wanted to tell her that she shouldn't be ashamed of what she had tried to achieve tonight. Trying to get him back with that show she had put on was surprising and it had turned him on. It was just that he had an affair with this woman from work… he stood in front of the door and tried to get the wording right.

He knocked on the door but it hadn't been properly shut and opened. The room was brightly lit and Ted's mouth fell open. Katie lay with her back on the floor, her legs spread wide and hanging in mid air while her hand invaded her with a black vibrator. Her hips gyrated around its shaft, her hands were wildly caressing her tits and she moaned lightly.

"You can still join me honey." She said and smiled.

"Holy shit…Katie, seriously what has gotten into you?" he asked her.

Her hands didn't stop drilling the piece of plastic rod in and out of her.

"Can't a woman feel horny sometimes? You guys are always horny and I've never complained about it." She said.

Ted shook his head.

"Never mind…" he muttered, closed the door and walked back to his room.

He couldn't sleep. Of course he couldn't sleep after an evening like this. Still fully dressed he lay in the dark. The image of her body rolling naked on that floor occupied him. Over and over again he wanted to jump up from the bed walk in to her room and take her.

By the time he finally stood pulse racing in front of her room again she was asleep.

"He didn't fuck you?!" the voice of Greg sounded surprised.

Katie licked the rest of his load from her lips and zipped his pants up again. They were on the front deck of his house. He asked her to stand up and as he put her red bikini top back on fondled with her breasts.

"Did she see us?" Katie asked.

"No, she was pretty preoccupied with Dana." Greg answered.

Both of them looked toward the ocean where two small figures moved around. It was her daughter and her nanny. The beach to her right was again crowded with a massive amount of people. It was the weekend again.

"He was already gone when I woke up this morning. I think it might have been too much what I did last night…"

She leaned his head against his shoulders while his hands wrapped themselves up over her stomach. His hard dick poked against her back.

"Are you sure you don't want to…?" Katie asked him.

"I think one dosage is enough for today."

Greg had noticed that she had started to ask for more of it. He had to be careful. No woman before had ever gotten so much for so long. Usually he used it for just to get the women in bed with him for once or twice.

For the first time he also had begun to think more about the after effects of his chemical semen cocktail. What would happen to Katie when he would leave her tomorrow? He had never been interested in the aftermath of the women who had gotten his dosages…they had never complained so far and nothing serious seemed to have happened. He made a mental check to go and check upon the women he had sex with at least in this city.

"Go back to the Beach…" he told her.

"So, you don't mind at all that I failed to seduce my husband last night?" she asked him.

"Don't worry about him, Katie. I'll make sure he'll put his dick back into you. I have to drive down town now. Just some checking up I have to do."

"Check up on some other girls?" Katie said in a cold voice.

He sniggered. "Are you jealous?"

Silently she walked down the stairs. "No." she said midway. "I feel sorry for the other girls. You don't know how much we actually suffer."

Surprised by those words he glanced up to her but nothing else was said. He continued to watch her until she rejoined her daughter down at his beach. Her last words still echoed inside him.

Chapter 8

The shopping street was bustling with life. Cars were rolling slowly through the streets. Greg had long sold his car and he meandered through the steel labyrinth on his red mountain bike.

It was late afternoon but the sun was still burning mercilessly down onto the asphalt. Greg stopped in front of the gym. About three months ago he had asked one of the fit looking receptionists out. …Mandy…, that was her name. Relieved that he remembered her name, he entered the cool front room of the gym.

Two young girls worked at the front desk. Both wore the "Conquest gym" logo T-Shirt.

"Hi! Welcome to Conquest!" the blond haired girl said in a high pitched voice.

"Hi."

"Did you already read about our offer today?" Before he could respond she showed him a small plastic card and continued. "As you can see these graphs show you the nutrition ingredient of a normal health bar but our new Conquest Bar…"

"Sorry, I'm looking for Mandy" Greg quickly interrupted her before she could go on.

"Oh…" he didn't miss the two girls hastily exchanging eye contact.

"She doesn't work here anymore." The other brunette haired girl said.

"I see…"

Both of them looked at him in a very suspicious way. He felt a little awkward.

"When did she quit?" he asked them.

"I only heard this from somebody else but she had like some relationship problems. That was like maybe 3 months ago or so? So, that's when she quit." The brunette answered.

so? So, that's when she quit." The brunette answered.

He didn't really ask for the reason but anyhow it was interesting to hear.

"You know her?" the girl asked.

"Well, I used to come here quiet often but I was abroad for a long time. I just wanted to come by and say hi to her, you know, letting her know that I'm back again. She was always a very friendly person…"

Somehow they seem to take the bait as the grip of their eye lock loosened a little.

"Yeah…that's what people here say. You know I started on her last week…but she really didn't look happy and she wasn't that friendly to me…well, I also heard that she now works at Jimmy's apparently" again the brunette girl fed him with some good information.

Not to raise anymore suspicion he took his membership card out of his wallet and gave it to them.

"Well, too bad. Anyways could you make me an appointment with Steve for next Monday around 11 am if possible…? I have to get back into shape again…I hope Steve still works here."

Finally, the girls smiled again.

Back on his bike Greg was a little concerned. Jimmy's Bar wasn't one of the finest. It was notorious for three things…gambling, prostitution and drugs. At the beginning he had experimented with some of the girls there and so, when he entered the dark and smoke filled facility he soon was greeted by Finch.

Finch was the man. He was the boss, barkeeper and pimp. He hadn't seen him for over a year but nothing much had changed. The man was a bear. Towering high above everybody else, his loud raspy voice seemed to come out deep down from his fat belly like a boom box. His hands were the size of large plates and numerous tattoos ran down his upper body. The bald head and face of his looked as if it was always covered in sweat. His brown full beard covered much of his face. The eyes were small, blue, and squished between cracks of bulging skin.

"What a surprise!" he bellowed as soon Greg had stepped into the bar.

His clean, white pressed shirt and denim Jeans looked way too nice for this sort of place. Finch smacked his hands hard on the bar table that the excessive flesh of his upper body jiggled. It was hot in the bar. Loud music came out of the boxes hidden somewhere in the room. The bar was fairly empty. Two old guys sat with Finch at the Bar and a group of Latinos were huddled around the pool table.

The fat man laughed hard when Greg sat down. He was eating a slice of Pizza and poured him a shot of whisky.

"Now, now Greg! How have you been? Still not finished writing your new book?" Finch laughed hard.

Greg smiled. His naked upper body was repulsive and his sweat stank. If Jabba the Hut would exist in real life it must have been Finch. Greg took the small shot glass and saw the fatty finger prints of Finch on it. He put it down again.

"I'm looking for Mandy, Finch." Greg came immediately to the point.

Somehow the two men sitting at the bar started to chuckle.

"Mandy? How do you do that, Greg? As soon as a new girl comes in you are here. Never tired of pussy, eh?" Finch said and smiled. "Many people come in here everyday asking for Mandy. She is my money maker, you know. Always ready, anytime, anyplace."

"Can I see her?" he asked him.

"For you anytime, my friend. You seem to have that golden touch. Did you know that the girls you have used just turned out to become cash cows like Mandy? You don't have to tell me what you did to them… they just can't get enough." He laughed again.

"How do you know that I've got something to do with it?"

The old men laughed again.

"OOH GREG, I NEED YOU GREG!" said one of them in a high pitched voice.

Greg didn't smile.

"Come on! Quit it boys" Finch yelled and soon they quietened down.

"Go on up. She's in room 2." He told her and opened the end of the bar table. The stairs were located right behind the bar and always protected by Finch.

The smell of cold cigarette smoke and other unidentifiable odours lurked upstairs. It was a small corridor. Four doors, two on each side and he remembered using all of them. Of course the rooms always had different girls. A fifth door at the end of the corridor led to the security room. That was Finch's gorilla cage. Bodyguards sat in there and through the use of security cam's had a lock on every customer up here and below. The red door to that room opened when he came up.

"Mandy's busy. Follow me." the man said. He was short and wore a black T-Shirt over baggy shorts.

He didn't look like one of the security staff. Without further notice he opened the door next to room two. Greg walked in. It was empty; completely empty. For a moment Greg thought Finch finally wanted to kill him. The room was small and hot. The red curtains didn't help much to hold back the sun light. His guide went over to the window and it opened with some use of force.

"It's fucking hot in here." He muttered. "Here sit down and face that wall."

Greg sat down onto an uncomfortable wooden chair. The man pulled up the blinds that covered the entire two meter long wall. To his surprise it revealed a window to the other room.

"Enjoy the show. As soon as he's done you can go inside." The short man said and shut the door.

Speakers were installed next to the window. He could see and hear everything that went on. Just like in some interrogation room he stared into the other side. They couldn't see him. As this room the other room was pretty barren as well. The same black carpet, yellow walls and a window with red curtains. The difference only being that a large bed stood in the middle.

Mandy…how she had changed. Greg was deeply shocked. Three months ago she was a happy 21 year old Student. Her natural brown hair had been long and straight. Now, they were short, tangled up and blond. Her once lively blue eyes looked hollow, heavy make-up covered her face and she looked thin and frail. The skin that had been tanned was now white and he could see injection marks on her left arm. Heroin…he thought.

Out of the shadow of the room the man appeared into view. He was old and filthy looking. Greg estimated him to be around 60. Mandy was already on the bed and took off her short robe. She was a girl with a flat chest and pointy dark red nipples and had shaved off all of her pussy hair. Greg had no idea were this old man came from and why Finch had even allowed him to be with Mandy. He clearly must have been straight from the streets.

Mandy smiled, however, and got on all fours and started to rub her clit. The man ripped his tattered clothes from his body with his dirty looking hands.

He stood still and licked his lips as he watched her butt wiggle close to his body. All of a sudden he lunged at her. She cringed for a brief moment as his mouth found hers. His slobbering lips and tongue licked down to her breasts. He positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and stabbed it into her. Mandy gasped as his first thrust filled her up. The old man fell on top of her and as his hips moved furiously and forced his dick into her snatch.

Greg watched silently as both of their moans echoed in the empty room. His dirty hands over her thighs he fucked the young woman like an old boar. Wild and saliva dripping out of his mouth the man seemed to enjoy every minute of this sexual act. Greg felt sorrow while watching Mandy…but her face was disfigured with a mask of pure lust.

His long fingernails dug into her boobs and he tweaked her nipples. His head bent down to her face and his tongue began and to lick all over her again. He was moving fast now, moved his ass quickly up and down as his dick, like a piston, continued travelling in and out of her cunt.

Mandy began to clench the bed sheet with her fist, her hips moved to meet the old mans incoming thrusts and both of them groaned. His nails were still deep inside her flesh, the dirt on his hands was all over her sweaty, white skin, and he was ready to let his load off. The man removed his dick moved up to her mouth and stuffed it into it. Soon Greg heard a loud outcry of the man and saw his white muck hit her face.

Greg looked away. After the man had left he went over. Mandy was still lying in the bed, her hands touching her clit inside her wet hole. Without looking up she started to talk.

"Are you next? Hurry up my pussy is ready for you."

Greg stopped three steps away from the bed.

"It's me Mandy. Greg."

Her hands stopped. Slowly she lifted her body and stared at him in disbelief. The edges of her lips rose up to a crazed smile. She giggled.

"How are you feeling, Mandy?" he asked her.

She stopped, jumped from of the bed and before he could react had her hands on his jeans. Her shaky hands tried to open his fly, the nails scratching against the fabric and she winced like a beaten dog.

"I need it…I need it. Only yours…" she mumbled.

Greg pushed her head back and tried to get her hands away from him. She had dark rings underneath her blood shot eyes. He tried to get away from her but like a cat her nails clawed into his thighs and stopped him.

"I need you, Greg. I need you…please, fuck me. See I still remember! I want you to fuck me. Just as you wanted me to say it, beg and ask for your dick….now, please…Greg…!" she screamed.

She became violent. The door opened and two muscular men came in. They easily lifted her up and threw her on the bed where they pinned her down. Mandy screamed and kicked. Her eyes drilled deep into his, he couldn't stand the look of her. Madness, pure madness and the screaming continues. Finch came in and Greg saw how he injected her with heroin.

"Easy Mandy… I'll send up another man very soon. Okay…so try to calm down."

"Greg, you better come down with me." He said after he was done.

At the bar Greg took that shot of Whisky. His nerves were blank. Never in the world had he imagined the women to become like that.

I'm sorry…Finch."

"It's alright, Greg. All of the girls get that sort of an outbreak from time to time. Heroin works well on them. Calms them down and soon they'll fuck again."

"How many customers do they get everyday?"

Finch shrugged his shoulders.

"Depends… I tell you they can fuck straight for hours no end. They sleep, eat and soon are at it again. It's as if they can't live without it…which makes us happy."

"But how long can they do this for…I've seen Mandy. She looks horrible."

"You don't have to worry about that point. By the way any chances to get some new girls for us?"

"What do you mean by not to worry about it? I mean eventually…"

Finch gave him a tired smile.

"You know quiet well what we do when they are over that point. When they get down here to my bar, Greg, they will never leave it again. Sure, police come and go looking for missing girls. But they ain't here, you know. We have our special way to dispose of these girls. Now, back to my question…I pay you good money. I can even get the girls and you do whatever you do to them…"

Greg shook his head. Was this happening to every girl he ever had? It must have been more than 30 in the past 5 years. What about that model… what if one day they come back to him? What if someone would start to talk to authorities about this…Greg McKenzie…names would circle around. He had a bad feeling about this…and momentarily felt nauseous.

This was no gift….this was a curse. That Peter freak definitely knew this would happen. How many lives had he destroyed so far through his actions? Broken up couples, family…it was far worse than that. It was a clear death verdict for the women. Maybe people had already died.

Greg hadn't researched enough. He had known these side effects but thought they would wane after a while. He was blinded by his own greed and lust to get the women he desired one after the other into his bed. His selfishness had destroyed the lives of many.

"Finch…I gotta go. I'll call you." He said and hurried out.

"Don't run away. I need you!" he heard him shout.

Greg had to run away. He had to get out of here and once and for all find that Peter prick.
 

Chapter 9

Long into the night Greg shifted through the paperwork at home. Over and over again he had tried to get through to Karen's parents. But just as in the past they didn't try to listen to him. The only thing he had managed to get out of them was that Karen had apparently married. He could imagine with whom. That slimy smirk of Peter came into his mind. His eyes closed and Greg tried to come up with some kind of a solution. Of course he had called and inquired the names of the two at various Chemical companies that existed in the US. But nobody seemed to know them. Four years had passed and he faced again the same frustrating dead ends.

Suddenly, somebody knocked forcefully against the front door. He jumped up in his chair. It was already pitch black outside. He had lost all sense of time since he had sat down and started to research. It was late. The digital clock on his desk showed 11:32 pm.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"Open the door, McKenzie." He heard the familiar deep vibrating voice of Finch.

Greg's heartbeat rose immediately. What did that guy want from him now? The bad feeling he had felt when he had left the bar a couple of hours earlier seemed to fulfill itself.

"It's late, Finch. I'm tired. Come back tomorrow." He muttered.

The white door swung open with loud bang. Greg instinctively raised his arms and stepped back from the front door. Two large bodies appeared out of the darkness. The African American bodyguard of Finch, dressed all in black, came straight toward Greg. His muscular hands grabbed hard around his neck and started to press gently but forcefully against it.

Finch walked calmly into the house and had a good look around. He had put on a Hawaiian shirt and wore some wide black shorts.

"Nice place you have here." He said and turned around to face Greg.

It was difficult to breath under the tight grip.

"What...what do you want?" he somehow got out.

"I want fresh girls, Greg. Mandy died just after minutes you left. Overdose...poor soul. I need a couple of new cash cows and I need them fast. Customers are already lining up you know. You gotta keep your reputation in this business."

Finch poured himself a glass of whisky from Greg's bar.

"So, here we are. I really would like to take some of them back tonight."

Greg didn't reply and his watcher squeezed his hands tighter.

"I..." he started to talk and the pressure lifted a little.

"I don't have any girls Finch. Who do you think I am...I don't keep any girls like you do."

"What about that model? The housewife? I think those were your latest girls...weren't they? Call them up." Finch said and smiled when he saw Greg's confused look.

"Yes, Greg... we have kept a good eye on you. Whenever we needed some fresh meat we fished them out. We always knew where to find them...just follow those leaving your house."

Greg's head started to spin. He should have never set foot into this man's bar.

"You are lucky that we took care of them, Greg. Cuz you really didn't seem to bother. Trust me. We helped them as good as we could. Just as Mandy today...it always breaks my heart to see one of them go." Finch laughed in a loud voice.

His fat body shaking in the light in front of him Greg felt as if somebody had pulled the carpet away from right beneath his feet.

"I told you not to worry about their deaths. Everything is being taken care of."

The bodyguard let him free but stood close to Greg.

"This is not right, Finch. Please understand I didn't know until today that the after effects of this would be so leathel. I never intended to make the women suffer like this. I... I cannot do this anymore."

"Oh...you are so sweet, Greg. Such tragedies...don't be fucking stupid!" he suddenly cried out. "Don't give me this moral preaching of yours...they weren't there in the first place! All of a sudden you are the saint?"

"Believe me...I didn't want this to happen. I thought it would only last temporarily. I have never wished for them to die." The last word came out slowly out of his mouth. He fully realised the consequences of his actions now.

"It's way too late for that, my friend. You know it. You have destroyed and killed the lives of countless women...for what? So, you could get laid? Control them; change them into some perverted sex dolls?"

Greg shook his head.

"You were the one who killed them...just like me you have abused them." Greg shouted back.

"No, no, no...not me. I only stepped into that circle; I was just the middle man, the middle part of their path of life that would eventually, Greg...eventually lead to their death. I gave them a home, men they desired for, fed them and kept them alive. Who knows what would happen to the girls if they'd be left alone."

"Maybe they would suffer less." Greg hissed.

"No...wrong again, Greg. As I already said, we watched over them. We didn't want to step in right away; you know...you should have seen them. Remember Dorothy? That business woman? Married, 2 kids and that expensive house on the hill? Well, you step in... one week later; she suddenly quits her job, no wonder, she was constantly screwing around, no time for work. She fucks around in her company, fucks around her neighbourhood... bang 2 weeks later...husband finds out that she has sex with her own teenage son...divorce, poor Dorothy ends up on the street...we take her in...we save her. You know what would have happened to her on the streets!"

Greg walked over to the bar and took a gulp of Vodka. He nearly puked.

"Is she still alive?" he asked her.

"Dorothy? She died. Somehow she managed to kill herself. Happens sometimes...some of them are aware of the situation but are unable to change it, you know. They try to escape but always come back."

Katie's last words suddenly made a lot of sense to him. "You don't know how much we suffer..." it was something along that line. She must be aware of the change that had taken over her body. Was it possible?

"Now, Greg..., don't you worry about their deaths okay. I want you to continue. As I already said, there are some of my girls I want you to work with. How about it? You fuck; I pay you and take care of all the rest....eh? Sounds like a good deal to me?" Finch laid his hands on his shoulders.

Greg's mind was blank. All of his strength was gone. He felt weak, miserable and was full of regret.

"I can't Finch...I cannot live with that thought that these women are going to die a crazed death."

Even if he would give them their daily dose...Greg threw that idea away. One woman was already hard enough...he couldn't feed a large number at once...the sperm always had to be fresh...

Finch sighed. The wooden floor squeked when he moved around.

"I guess we can pick up those two ladys you have already served. I heard from my men that the model has already been taken up to the other establishment in Las Vegas. Maybe that housewife could join me at Jimmy's?"

"Do not touch her!" Greg suddenly shouted. His index finger pointed straight into Finch's face.

Finch laughed. "I guess you like her. Hate the thought of letting her work for us?"

Greg's hands curled up into tight fists. The bodyguard moved in closer.

"Take him!" Finch ordered and the strong hands of the silent bodyguard took Greg's arms.

Quickly he twisted them into a painful position. They pushed him out of the house into the cool summer night. Together they walked into a waiting van.

"I tried my best but to tell you the truth you never had a choice, Greg." Finch yelled back to him from the front seat.

Through the windows of the van the view of the colorful night lit city passed. Greg didn't have to ask where they were heading but to his surprise they left the city behind him.

The van drove now into a quiet and dark suburbian area. The bodyguard handcuffed him. Greg didn't resist it would have only ended up in more pain. After another long 10 minutes the car finally stopped. He glanced out of the window and saw a small run down house in front of them. Finch opened the slide door and he and the bodyguard jumped out. The driver stayed in the van.

Not too many houses stood in this street. It was late and most of them lay in darkness. The lawn was yellow and an old Honda Civic and Volvo were parked in the drive way. Greg jerked around to Finch who was walking up the small stairs to the front door of the house. The bodyguard held him tight against him.

"What are you doing?" Greg shouted. "Why are we here?"

"You'll see."

The three men walked into the house. As soon as they walked in, a small livingroom came into view. The brown carpet was covered with spots and holes. A very disturbed babysitter sat with Dana on the sofa. Next to them a Caucasian guy sat in the same black outfit like his guard and stared into the TV.

"Their upstairs." He told Finch.

Finch nodded. "I hope they haven't started the party without us."

"No worries. Their in separate rooms." He answered.

"Finch!" Greg yelled. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Greg, I knew you wouldn't co-operate with me. So, I thought I could give you a small incentive to tickle out your little magic tricks."

"You are one sick son of a bitch."

The bodyguard's iron hands wrapped around his neck.

"Go on... kill me, you piece of shit." Greg said.

He was shoved hard and the three walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor. Another one of Finch's gorillas stood here. Finch opened the first door on his right. Greg saw Katie stand up from her bed. She had been crying. Nobody else seemed to be in there.

"What do you want from us!" he heard her scream.

When she saw Greg coming in behind Finch she gasped. She wore a faded blue robe and her mascara had run down her cheeks. Greg wanted to walk up to her and take her into his arms.

"Greg...what...what's going on?" she asked him.

Fearful of Finch's body that came toward her she inched back into a corner. He grabbed both of her arms.

"Let her go you fucking fat prick." Greg yelled.

"Easy, Greg. ...and I'm hurt to be called something like that." He answered.

"Now, let us all walk over to the other room. Okay...and no shouting. You guys always shout around...I'm not deaf."

The other room was larger than the one Katie had been in. It looked as if this was the main bedroom. Large closets, a small table covered with picture frames...but the interior design of the room didn't bother Greg...what he saw on the Queen sized bed bothered him a lot. He looked into Katie's face that was the mask of a shocked woman.

A man of Greg's age which he guessed to be her husband was bound with all fours to the bed. Two naked girls were all over him. One was riding his cock, her nails dug deep into the flesh of his chest and the other had placed her pussy over his mouth. The man was panting and seemed to enjoy the ride but as soon as he saw them enter his face changed into pale white.

"Leave us! Go and wait in the other room." Finch told them.

They stopped immediately. Both of them were attractive for sure. The one was Asian and the other seemed to be part Latin.

"Is this the man you told us about?" one of them asked Finch and gave Greg a sultry look.

It was the Asian woman. Her small tits came dangerously close to Greg's arm. Her dark red nipple was erect and it gently nudged against his hand.

"Just get out will ya?" he told them.

Katie's eyes were on her husband's naked body. His stiff dick was covered with pussy juice and his mouth glistened under the bright light of the room. Her eyes lusted for that pulsating cock. She closed her eyes. Those were not the right thoughts at the moment. Her old self tried to keep her at bay. Seeing her husband like this had somehow turned her on. No...she had been horny since these people had come inside her house. Even the touch of this giant was making her cunt drip. Not one of the attractive sorts of male but at this moment she was only interested in his equipment that he carried between his legs.

"Katie..." her husband Ted whispered. He looked at the other three men in the room.

The bodyguard again shoved Greg. He was pushed into a corner of the room and chained with the handcuffes against a heating pipe. Katie's eyes constantly wandered between the now two chained men.

"I hope you have enjoyed the appetizers." Finch said to the man on the bed. He still held Katie tight around her arms. She looked small and weak behind the giant.

"Take whatever you want...just leave my family out of it."

"Aah...I love human beings. They always think about themselves first. In any situation we firstly think about us and then the others...isn't that so, Greg? We are a selfish bunch of fuckers." Finch glanced over to him.

He looked away.

"Let me explain it to you...Ted...isn't it? I'm sorry that I was so late...but that man over there, Greg, I have a problem with him...and I have to hurt him a little to get what I want from him."

Ted looked over to Greg.

"Yes, that's right, Ted. He's that famous writer...and he has seduced your wife here." Finch shook Katie's body as if she was light as a puppet.

"He's been fucking her in many ways I guess...and I think he has developed some feelings for her. Isn't that so, Greg?"

Everybody looked at Greg.

"...and he hasn't been just screwing her." Finch continued. He seemed to enjoy this moment. Greg wished he could shut his voice out.

"Your wife has turned into a slut, Ted. Yes, a slut. She loves fucking. She loves it so much that she would like to fuck us all...don't you?"

"What are you talking about...what...Katie, what is he talking about?" Ted asked. His voice was a little hysterical.

"Now..., Greg, your little darling puppet here is going to entertain us all. We have to show her husband that she isn't that sweet innocent housewife of his anymore. Don't we? Because I don't think he believes me."

"I'll do it..." Greg mumbled. "I'll do it. Just please leave her alone."

Finch shrugged. "You're going to do it anyways but as you have insulted me you are going to watch me fuck your little creature."

"Don't you dare!" but Greg's feeble attempt of protest was ignored.

Finch was sweaty and the sweet smell of her light curly auburn hair had turned him on a little. Just as his men had reported she was indeed a hot piece of meat. His large hands tore the robe down. He wanted to see her entire body now. Standing behind her his eyes ran down her smooth neckline, down her back to the small waist, over her juicy butt to her long legs. As soon as he had taken away the robe her arms had covered her breasts.

"You're always naked below your robe?" Finch asked her and smiled.

Katie turned around to face the massive, towering body of his. She stepped away but the black bodyguard blocked her way.

"Show your husband what sort of dirty little girl you are. Hmm...? I know that you're horny...your body is burning hot. I could feel it."

Katie looked away...she was embarrassed as he spoke the truth.

Finch's arms came crushing down and squeezed her hard against his wobbly body. Her tits pressed against his belly, he leaned down and gave her a forceful kiss.

"Stop it! Stop it you freak!" now Ted started to scream from his bed. His head was turning red as he pulled hard against the ropes that held him down.

Finch's lips slobbered all over hers. His beard tickled her face. Both of his hands smacked her butt cheeks. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh, he pinched and spread them apart so that her husband could see her asshole and the dark pink pussy. Ted saw in horror her wet cunt lips part...she was indeed turned on by this show.

"Don't you want to suck and fuck our cocks, Katie? I think Greg would like you to do it... and maybe you can fuck him too?" Finch said.

She looked over to Greg.

Greg knew what Finch was trying to achieve and he knew in the look of her eyes that he had her now. As just mentioning the words "fuck Greg", the heat inside Katie's body started to flicker. It soon started to spread around, making her hot and willing.

She exhaled her hot breath and trembled. Her husband was looking at her ass as Finch pulled her flesh up and down. Greg head had slumped down and he didn't look over. The black bodyguard licked his lips and smiled when she looked at him.

"Don't Katie...don't do it. I'm telling you." Greg suddenly begged her.

"Shut up! Stop talking to my wife like that." Ted cried into the room and gave Greg a mad look.

"I promise you that Greg will take you...but before that he wants you to take mine and my friends cock here into you. Wouldn't that be great? Have you ever had a black mans dick inside you? Girls have told me it's the best out there."

Finch's finger had now moved in between her ass. The slippery entrance to your hole was sucking up his finger. Katie shuddered.

"I don't want you to do that, Katie." She heard Greg say.

The heat was terrible, it had fully built itself up inside her, and she couldn't hold the tension anymore.

"I can do it...." She whispered.

"Yes! Yes, you can do it." Finch grinned. "It's time for you to enjoy some new dicks."

"Katie..." Ted mumbled.

"Look at me, Ted. Look what a wife I have become..." she said and smiled. His perplexed look turned her on.

Katie took a deep breath. She knew what these two men wanted. She got onto her knees on the white carpet floor. Reaching out with both hands, she fumbled for the zippers on their pants. Her pussy was hot and burning. Her shaky hands reached inside and fished for their cocks. Her body was getting tremendously excited. Excited to taste and feel these cocks of these strangers. She was all giddy.

Greg's head slumped down. What had he done? The dosages had been too much for her. The shy and lovely woman had turned into a cock hungry whore. But wasn't that what he had wanted? Turn them into such people...?

"You piece of shit. What have you done to her?" he heard Ted cry.

"Relax boys...I'll be with you soon." Katie answered.

She took hold of the two dicks at their base, pulling at them, feeling the weight of both massive lengths of flesh. One black, the other white both of them were not fully hard yet but tremendous in size. The tubes of meat were covered in pulsating veins and jerked and twitched to her touches. Katie faced Finch's first. After another close look she took his huge cock into her mouth. It was just as fat as she had hoped it for to be.

Ted's mouth fell open and he looked in disgust as she tasted a new cock in her mouth. She had never been fond of blow jobs, Ted thought. Now, she was working on it like a pro.

Deep down inside Katie one part of her felt terrible. She could see Ted wince as she took the meat deeper and deeper into her. But another part of her wanted to see these men enjoying her service. She wanted to please them and then get royally fucked by them.

Katie sucked. She sucked it hard that her cheeks got hollow. She took his cock into her throat just like Greg had taught her. Finch's hand helped her to take it deeper. The head of his dick pressed and forced itself past the restriction of her throat. Her sweet, soft lips slid down the shaft, covered it with lubricating saliva...she swallowed it again, the thick shaft slid down. She could feel its flesh moving, his hands gently pushed her head again. Katie gagged but continued. Her lips touched his pubic hair now. It smelled but she didn't care. Slowly, seductively she pulled his dick out again and her tongue flicked over his balls and caressed them.

Finch grinned and leaned back against the wall.

"Oh yeah...Jesus, she's a natural." He said and sighed.

A string of saliva stretched from her lips to the head of Finch's dick. She looked into the black mans eye's now and without a word she swallowed his dick. Greedily she gulped his prick down, her head bobbed forward and backward, she used her hands and rubbed his shaft, making it hot and stiff. Again and again she moved it back into her steamy mouth, her lips making wet sucking noises that filled the room.

"Look at her, Ted! Look at her now! See that face? She's a happy whore." Finch said and together with his bodyguard they laughed.

As they giggled Katie's head continuously bobbed forth and back. Her hands were rubbing the black shaft while her mouth worked on Finch's. She sucked and sucked...she sucked for all she was worth. Ted looked at his lovely wife, her head bobbing, her lips sliding up and down first one shaft and then the other. Her throat working as she swallowed the two men's thick, throbbing cocks. He still could believe what was happening in front of his eyes. Katie was working so hard to please these two...how in the world could she get her mouth over those fat and long meat shafts...and take it so deep down her throat?

Ted stared at her...he was horrified but couldn't resist the sight. His eyes looked at that mouth, that innocent mouth of hers that always had made those cute smiles...her breasts, had they always been so meaty? He felt guilty but then in a weird sort of way this was turning him on. The feeling had sneaked up on him and his own cock was hardening and before he could control himself, Finch had seen it.

His large face grinned..."Look at that Katie, your husbands loves you behaving like a whore."

She stopped for a brief moment and looked at her husbands erect penis.

"Come on...bend over and show him what he's been missing out on."

Katie nodded and shoved her butt up. Her long legs straightened and her butt spread in front of Ted. His bound feet were close to her and somehow he wanted to push his cock inside her.

Katie's face was red with embarrassment or so he thought. Soon the hands of the men were all over her body. Her face got even redder, as one of the men reached down to grope her round jugs with both hands while the other pushed two of his fingers into her cunt.

Katie's mouth went back to sucking their cocks. Her legs were wide open. She pulled her mouth off of a purple dick head with a loud smacking sound.

"Do you like to show off your pussy?" Finch asked her.

She moaned as the fingers inside her had found her clit and now was stimulating her without a break, flooding her body with even more of that heat of lust.

"Yes..." she mumbled. "I like to show it off...Greg, likes to see it..."

"Hear that, Greg? You lucky piece of shit?" Finch yelled out.

Ted shook his head in disbelief. He had never thought that her visit to that man's house on that day could have turned her into this.

"What else do you like, Katie?" Finch asked her and twisted her nipple.

"I....I like to..." she panted for air. "I like to get onto my knees and take his cock into my mouth and sometimes I let him eat my pussy."

Finch nodded and looked over to Ted.

"Go over to him. Let him lick your pussy..." he whispered into her ear.

Katie's saliva dripping mouth let go of their cocks. She stood up and climbed on to the bed. Her cheeks were red and her body so hot that Ted's dick twitched with excitement. He had never seen his wife hotter and filled with lust like this before. Every touch of her body sent shivers down his spine.

Katie reached out and took Ted's head in both hands and slowly placed her crotch on his mouth. Her legs spread open and she held the front bedpost. The wet slimy cunt lips rested now on him. Her short pubic hair against his nose Ted slowly opened his mouth.

"Eat me..." she said and pulled him forward pressing him even harder against it.

"Lick my pussy, Ted...lick it like you have licked the other woman before... don't be shy. I'm all yours now." She said.

She grunted as his tongue started to flip across her clit and dug deep into her warm hole. He lapped and circled his tongue inside her.

"More....faster..." she whispered.

Her right hand reached out to the man cuffed to the radiator. She looked over to Greg. God, how she wanted his dick inside her. She wanted his seed... she needed it.

"Greg...Oh, Greg!" she mumbled while her husbands was eating her cunt.

Ted was angered by her outcry for that man. Furiously he licked and sucked harder on her clit.

"Hey...don't forget us." Finch said. He lifted her easily up and took her off the bed.

She squealed. It was just beginning to feel so good. Ted's dick was throbbing. He longed for her body. God, he was playing their game. He was accepting this situation...

Katie opened her mouth again and gobbled up one of their cocks again without hesitation. The bodyguard moved up on her left and again she was moving her head between the two meat sticks.

Katie groaned around the fat cock in her mouth. Finch lowered his fat body on the ground and started to lick her pussy. She moaned. He was better than Ted. God, he was good. The tongue dug deep into her, tasting the juice that was flowing like a stream. His hands slid up the front of her and squeezed her dangling jugs. His fingers again pinched her hard, swollen nipples.

Katie pulled her knees up to her shoulder widening her cut even more. Gasping, she threw her head back. She tried to fight the feeling in her cunt but it proved much too strong to resist.

This unattractive fat bastard was good, she didn't want to let her go in front of him but she couldn't hold it any longer.

"AAAAAH...UNNGHHHH" she screamed as the lightening storms went off between her legs, her cunt gushed juice onto Finch's tongue. The bodyguard laughed behind her. Her feet dropped to the floor and lifted he ass, working her hips she rubbed her juice dripping hole into the large face of Finch. As soon as the wave was over she slumped back. Finch licking around his lips came up and smiled satisfied.

"Good...now, suck that cock." He lifted her up and shoved her body onto the bed.

The hands grabbed her head and pushed Ted's cock into her tired mouth.

"What a great slut, eh, Ted?" Finch said.

His hands reached under Katie's arms and lifted up the two flesh mounds. His large hands easily grabbed them and squeezed them painfully. Her nipples poked into the air.

"Look at these...I know you want to touch them. Too bad that your hands are tight." Finch stared into the eyes of Ted and jiggled the flesh.

Again he lifted her up and released her wet mouth from his dick. He held her body against him.

"Come on! Touch them!" the black man came forward and squeezed them in his hands.

"Yeah, do it....squeeze these round mother fuckers!"

Finch grinned when his bodyguard fondled her in excitement.

"Suck them. Go on!"

The man leaned forward and put his mouth over one of Katie's nipples. He began to smack and slurp away. Katie groaned helplessly and the man's breath quickened.

Ted's dick was full of pressure. The black man molesting his slut wife was a bizarre sight. A moment later, the man stepped back and stroked his dick.

"That's it! Fuck her! I think she wants it now, don't you Katie?"

"Yes! ...fuck, I want to fuck...I need you to fuck me boys!" she said and greedily stared at the stiff black cock in front of her.

"Roll her over onto her back." The bodyguard told Finch.

Finch turned her to lie on her back with her legs spread apart. The man climbed between her thighs. He took his penis in one hand and guided it into her snatch, lowering his weight onto her, letting his cock slide up into her hot, moist channel.

"AAAAA" he groaned, feeling her tight wet pussy squeezing his cock. Finch straddled her head and pushed his cock down her throat.

"Now, she belongs also to us, Greg. She won't be satisfied with your dick alone! Hahahaha."

Greg's anger grew. Ted was staring down from his bed in disbelief. Katie's gasps turned to groans of pleasure as she sucked at the dick of Finch and lifted her cunt up to meet the man's cock. The vein covered black shaft rammed mercilessly into her, it was spreading her entrance wide open and it reached so far down into her. God, nothing so big had ever invaded her. The heat was streaming like a numbing pleasure through her body. Her body rocked, her waist rocked, the dick inside her throat wiggled and she felt dirty and used but happy.

"UHHAAAHH" the dick slurped out of her mouth. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that black cock! Look at me, Ted. Look me...I always wanted to be fucked like this! But you never wanted me! Now, see...this is what I want!!! AAAAGGGHH...FUCK ME, FUCK MEEE!"

Greg knew that Katie was in a sexual rage. She squeezed her pussy around the invading rod.

"Yes...give it to me baby. Shoot it into me!" Katie cooed.

"Make her swallow it!" Finch said.

The bodyguard's clenched his teeth. She was tight and he wanted to squirt it into her. He pumped furiously into her snatch. His swollen dick came out and quickly he leaned over her mouth and pushed his cock into her mouth. Her pussy was still twitching as he leaned over. Greedily her mouth sucked at his cock. She wanted to make him cum; secretly, she hoped it would be like Greg's seed. Katie wanted to taste this man's seed, feel the hot, sticky load dribbling down her throat. Her sultry eyes looked into the man's dark eyes as her tight lips sucked on his cock.

"Shit..." he grunted. "Here it comes!"

Ted watched in amazement as Katie grabbed the man's ass, pulling him forward and taking his prick all the way down. She held him there with her lips pressed against his pelvis as his balls jerked and unloaded the load. Both of their white and black body convulsed as the white seed travelled into her. Katie gurgled. Greedily she swallowed, cum running down the corners of her mouth. Ted didn't miss Katie's shiny eyes as she gulped with pleasure the white liquid down. As the man rolled exhausted from her she looked over to Finch. Her legs spread apart, her fingers caressing her clit she smiled.

"You're not gonna fuck me, big boy?" she asked him.

"I want you to do a 69 with your hubby."

Katie jumped onto the bed, squatting on her husbands face, leaning forward to take his prick into her mouth, sucking him as she watched Finch calling in the Asian woman into the room.

"I want you to fuck, Greg!" he told the small framed girl.

The girl smiled and her naked body moved over to Greg.

"Don't! Please...don't do it!" Greg told the girl as she pulled his jeans down his legs.

"But you're so hard. I think you want it." She whispered and started give him head.

"You don't understand!" he winched. Her tongue flicked over his head wildly.

Katie moaned as her husband's tongue pushed exactly against her clit. Her eyes fixed on the Asian girl she felt the urge to push her away from her precious Greg.

"Finch...I want Greg, now!" she yelled over.

"NOOOO!" Katie cried! When a moment later Greg's cock head popped the pussy of the other woman.

"I know you must be fuming, Ted. Your wife doesn't really want to suck you she wants to fuck, Greg!" He untied him. "Give it to her, Ted...show her that you are the man!"

Like an unleashed animal in heat Ted roared. He threw Katie on her back and thrust his dick into her virgin ass.

"HAAAAAAAA!" Katie screamed.

Her tight anus was twitching and jerking around the shaft. Ted grabbed Katie by her shoulders and shoved, driving the rest of his hard, fat dick up into his wife's spasming butt. Quickly he took it out and Katie's mouth fell open when he immediately placed it back and shoved it in up to his balls.

"God, Katie...you slut...you fucking slut!" he had never called her names but this felt good. His sexual frustration with his wife released an enormous sexual appetite for her now. His balls slapped against the soft flesh of her butt. Katie moaned. Never had she been fucked in the ass. It felt strange but fulfilling at the same time.

Ted pulled his cock out and took hold of her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks. Her butt hole clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. Again and again he slammed his prick into the tight hole. It felt too good; working every inch of his dick in and out of her ass hole, pumping the entire length up into her that Katie gasped hard for air.

"AAAH...Ted....AAAH" she moaned.

"You like it? I give you what you want! No more Greg babbling..." he said.

"No...Greg, you don't understand...I need him." Katie mumbled.

"Somebody shut her mouth." Ted cried full of rage.

He reached under Katie and lifted her up; keeping his dick right inside her he carried her over, dropping to his knees in front of Finch. Ted didn't need to say anything as Katie helped herself. She gulped down yet another cock. From the corner of her eye she saw the other woman riding Greg's cock fast.

"Come on...shoot it into me...show me what everybody is talking about!" she heard her scream.

Greg tried his best to hold it in. But the tension was building up. Her small tits swayed up and down in front of his face. She placed her hands behind his head and pulled him over so he could taste her nipples. He looked over to Katie whose body shook wildly between the two thrusting men. She had quietened down. After several minutes of butt fucking Katie had gotten used to it and began to grunt like an animal, sticking her curvy ass into the air so her husband could plough it better with his cock.

"HE...you tight ass bitch...you seem to like it!" Ted said.

Her fingers caressed her clit and pushed her butt against him while another fat cock invaded her throat. Ted pounded his dick up her ass. She wailed and shivered.

"Fuck...oh baby, you can fuck my butt anytime you want, honey. You just tell me and I'll bend over for you. I'll bend over for anyone, Ted...you just have to say the words."

Finch grinned.

"See, Ted. I told you. You have one perverted wife."

He couldn't believe what she had just said...what had changed her like this. He fucked her, he couldn't stop it anymore. The room was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Katie saw the Asian woman on the ground, jerking, twisting, and her head turned into an odd direction. Cum was flowing out between her legs. Greg had shot his seed into her. She was his now...Katie wanted to be his as well. The desire for him made her ass clench and Ted grunted. He fucked her like a jackhammer and shot his load. She tightly clenched again and milked him.

"Ted...fuck, that little whore on the ground." Finch told him.

Ted hesitated for a moment but soon lay between the legs of the lovely Asian. Her cunt was wet and not as tight as Katie's butt but just right to bring his dick back to life. The girl's body was hot and her cunt filled with heat. She screamed in pleasure as she felt his dick invade her.

"Looks like your hubby has no problem with out session anymore." Finch said.

He climbed up behind Katie and parted her buns, looking at her tiny fucked out anus.

"It's time for me to take you."

Finch sunk his stiff prick deep into the woman's rear. Katie groaned. She felt his fat belly slap against her butt each time he thrust into her.

"Hell you are truly a great fuck." Finch moaned as he slammed his dick up into her. With every stroke she moved closer to her first orgasm of the night.

"AAAA....GOD!" she groaned. "Don't stop! Pound me...slam it into me. UHHHHAHH."

Her body rocked uncontrollably as she came. Before she had a chance to stop, the other man had climbed behind her and rammed it into her cunt. Katie shrieked as she came again, harder this time. Her cunt muscles clenched on the fat shaft, pinching it as her ass bucked and twitched under him. As he stroked her jugs, Finch came around and forced her to lick his slimy cock clean. This time Finch came, shivering and shaking he shot his load at her face.

When they had finished, they made her squat over the other woman's face. The Asian girl licked and cleaned Katie's drenched pussy and ass. Every time her tongue flicked across Katie's burning anus she twitched and spasmed. Katie grabbed her own tits and enjoyed being licked out by another woman. This was another new experience for her. The men watched the two girls kissing and licking each others body. Both had been marked by Greg's sperm. The heat in both of their body was a flame that would never extinguish.

"Katie...I think Greg would love to get to know your asshole as well." Finch said.

Greg looked as Katie bend forward and her ass lifted into the air. Finch freed him from his cuffs.

"Make her happy, Greg."

"Not him!" Ted raised his voice and tried to grab Greg.

But before he could reach him Finch took him, placed the handcuffs on him and secured him against the bed.

"Come on, Greg. You know I need the dose... don't worry. I want you to fuck me." Katie told him.

He didn't have any choice. Greg put the head against her slimy, drooling ass hole and pushed. His cock slid easily into the already soft fucked hole.

"Push it deep in, Greg. Don't worry...I love being fucked like this. Why haven't you shown me it before?"

Finch laughed.

Greg closed his eyes and stroked his hands over her butt. Steadily he pushed it harder and harder into her. Soon he was enjoying her tight hole. Shoving it faster and deeper into her...Katie groaned and tossed her head.

"Yes, AAAA YES, Greg. I love your cock. Fuck me. Yeah...FUCK MY ASS!"

He ploughed it up her hole. His dick was swelling up inside her ass. He parted her butt cheeks apart, caressed that bouncy flesh and smacked it. Enjoying being caressed and squeezed in the tunnel his dick forced its way deep into her. The Asian girl kissed Katie passionately as she too bent forward. Finch's bodyguard had returned to action and was pumping it now into her. Greg grabbed her firm tits and stroked her... god, he loved fucking her. She was the best. Ted watched on as Greg was humping her wife's butt like a wild dog. At this moment he knew that their lives would never return to normal ever again.

Greg grunted and a jet of cum burst up into Katie's butt. He quickly pulled his cock from her tight little hole and placed it into her mouth. She panted and moaned while she greedily swallowed his cum. She sucked hard, her body craving for his seed. It hit the spot. Katie could feel the seed taming the flame inside, it rose up briefly but as soon as it hit her system she felt calmer. Still the heat was flowing through her relentlessly. Greg collapsed exhausted onto her body. Their sweaty bodies slumped together onto the floor. Cum was dribbling out of every hole of Katie's body.

When they came back to their senses Finch and his gang had left them. They got what they wanted. Greg remembered the Asian girl receiving a dose from him. He knew that they would be back soon and that Finch made sure he wouldn't leave town over night.

His body ached and his dick was sore...Katie didn't look any happier. Her butt hole had gotten the most attention tonight. Ted sat against the bed on the floor and stared into emptiness. The cuffs were gone. The room that had been filled with the sound of furious sexual grunting was all quiet. The smell of cum and sweat was still hovering in the air though. Greg lifted his head from Katie's back and pulled his Jeans up.

"You piece of shit..." muttered Ted. He hadn't moved and hadn't even looked at Greg.

"I know..." he replied.

Katie got up as well. Her face was covered in dried cum and she limped out of the room without saying a word.

TO BE CONTINUED...