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OH, MY GOODNESS!
Part 3
By Master Control X


The sophisticated businessman was thrown hard into the door as the cab
lurched into traffic, eliciting squealing tires and angry horns as the
driver executed a frantic U-turn in pursuit of the other cab. Both were
surprised when their trip ended a scant three minutes later in front of
a hotel less than two blocks away.

The Pakistani cab driver cursed in his own language as he glared at his
passenger, who placated the Muslim with a crisp twenty, not waiting for
change as he followed the couple into the hotel lobby. There were not
many people in the lobby, but all eyes were on the couple, or more
specifically the petite blond who still wore the scanty black leather
outfit as they headed toward the elevators.

The businessman stopped for a moment, quickly weighing whether he
should board the elevator with them or wait in the lobby for what?  He
barely made it into the elevator, standing rather breathlessly next to
the two partiers. He smiled at the young man as he muttered "Damn
elevators..".  Jeff smiled in return, chuckling softly in sympathy.

They rode in silence for a few seconds before the older man in the
expensive suit grinned at Jeff and observed "That's quite an outfit
your, uh, wife has on there."

"Yeah? You like that, huh. I designed it myself", Jeff lied. "I'm a
fashion designer. Own a string of boutiques here in the city" Jeff
continued, trying to impress the handsome gray-haired man who obviously
was quite wealthy. "And, uh, she's not my wife. She's one of the top
models in New York, aren't you babe?" he bragged turning to the girl.
"Turn around and show the man how beautiful you are, Mary Lynn."

She responded with a smile and rather awkward pirouette, but the
businessman hardly noticed as his suspicions had just been all but
confirmed.

Mary Lynn. He had been sure he'd recognized her, even though he'd never
met her in person. He had a large picture of her in his office at home.
She wasn't wearing a dominatrix costume in that picture. Quite to the
contrary; she was wearing a lovely white wedding dress. And, in his
picture, she wasn't standing next to some common street hood like the
guy in the elevator. No. The picture on his wall was a wedding picture
and the man she stood next to in it was his SON!

This hot looking little tramp was his daughter-in-law! 

He hadn't been able to attend his son's wedding since, as the sole
owner of one of the world's largest privately held conglomerates, he'd
been booked overseas a year in advance to close the deal on a new
acquisition. It had been one of his favorite deals. It was also one of
the nastiest, which was precisely why it was his favorite. He had been
at his evil, conniving best to financially rape the owner of the little
electronics firm he now owned. 

The newlyweds had sent him a video and some stills of the wedding He
remembered wondering at the time how his idiot, no-balls son had
managed to land such a hot little piece as Mary Lynn. Even in her
wedding dress, he recalled how his cock had stirred as Mary Lynn bent
over in the video to lift her dress so his son could retrieve her
garter. Her creamy tits practically fell out of the low cut bodice and
the camera caught her naked thighs just above her white stockings. He
had replayed that sequence several times, each time wishing more that
he could have attended the stupid wedding just so he could get better
looks at her. 

Standing three feet from her now caused him to wonder even more what
had attracted her to his worthless son.  She was just as he described.
Even in that outfit that made her look like a top dollar hooker, there
was an innocence in her eyes, smile and demeanor that made her
personify Little Red Ridinghood just waiting for the Big Bad Wolf.. He
decided right then he'd make sure he got in her little picnic basket
before he was through.

Millions of thoughts cascaded through his mind, but he stifled them
long enough to maintain his composure and reply "Very impressive   your
design and your "model". I'm very interested." Looking straight into
Jeff's beaming eyes, he stated very firmly "Perhaps we should talk some
business."

The man had caught Jeff off guard, but his street instincts took over
immediately. His eyebrow raised, Jeff took a moment to make a more
calculated appraisal of the gentleman stranger. As the elevator door
opened, Jeff decided he smelled opportunity   and money. Jeff grinned
his best "player' grin and smirked "Perhaps we should. Follow me."

Moments later they were in the room. Her room from all appearances. Why
would a local model be staying in a tourist hotel? Did his son know she
was here? Had they split up?

Jeff extended his hand and said "I'm Jeff, by the way. Let me get her
into the shower, then we can talk."

"Call me Blake. I'll wait right here."

 From behind the closed bathroom door, Blake heard some feminine giggles
and water running. He couldn't help imagining Mary Lynn peeling off the
leather and standing naked under the streaming shower. He wondered why
she didn't mind Jeff seeing what only her husband (his son) should be
seeing.

Jeff emerged, leaving the girl on her own in the shower. "So, you're
interested in buying one of my creations, Blake?"

"Possibly, but especially if your model comes with it. Does she do any,
um, private modeling?"

"Oh. Your hot for the girl. Can't blame you. She is pretty sexy, isn't
she? But, she's not a hooker and I'm not a pimp, Blake."

"Everything has a price, Jeff. Especially in New York. What's hers?"

Jeff nodded as his mind whirled. He liked the man's boldness. "Well,
since you put it that way. Just supposing I could talk her into it,
what kind of number did you have in mind?"

"I usually use the Loring agency, Jeff. Are you familiar with them? The
city's best pussy for $5,000 a night. But that's for experienced girls
that know what they're doing. Girls that will do anything and
everything to earn their money. I can handle the $5,000, but how do I
know she'll deliver? How do I know she's any good?"

Jeff grinned. Pops was speaking his language now. "Well, I can tell you
from personal experience that she's first class ass. Thirty minutes ago
we were fucking our brains out in a private club just down the street.
She was the hit of the party, Blake. She loves cock. The more the
better. You'll be more that pleased, I'm sure."

Blake's steel blue eyes narrowed to the little slits that had cowered
billionaires and politicians all over the country. "Is that right,
Jeff? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Jeff's heart skipped a beat. There was something eerie and menacing
about this man. He struggled to reply. "Well, uh, Blake my friend I,
uh "  Then inspiration struck Jeff right between the eyes. He leered
right back at Blake and blurted "I have a tape".

"A tape? A tape of what?"

"The party. Fuck. The orgy. The one we just left. Where she was guest
of honor. She did everything and everybody. I have a tape."

"A tape with her fucking? And does she know this tape exists?"

"Well, uh, no," Jeff chuckled. "She doesn't know. That's why it's so
expensive. Only a handful of very special people will ever see it."

"I see. And where is this tape now? How can you get it to me?"

"Let me make a phone call"

By the time Blake left the hotel room, arrangements had been made to
deliver the tape to his Central Park West apartment within the hour and
to deliver Mary Lynn to the same private "dungeon" club she'd been so
popular in that very night. It had been awhile since Blake had attended
an orgy and he rather liked the idea of watching his sweet little
daughter-in-law in action. All this had only cost him $8,000. Pocket
change. Literally. He would gladly have paid twice that just to see her
naked in the shower.

Using his innate persuasive abilities, he'd gotten Jeff to admit that
Mary Lynn was not a "top New York model", but simply a tourist he'd
picked up when she came to his leather boutique. He even admitted  
bragged   that he'd used some designer drugs to get her to
"co-operate", promising Blake that she'd not remember a thing about him
or the "party". He also assured Blake that even though the drugs
"loosened her inhibitions", they didn't make her a sexual robot.
Nothing she did that night, as he would see on the tape, was something
she didn't inwardly really want or desire. Deep inside her blond head,
Mary Lynn really was a hot little wild child. The drugs merely let her
be the way she really was; a girl who craved lots of attention and lots
of sex. 

Blake had heard rumors of such drugs and in the cab on his way home
made a mental note to have one of his  corporate Vice Presidents look
into the commercial potential of Jeff's concoction. He also fantasized
about the one stipulation he'd put to Jeff about his forthcoming "date"
with Mary Lynn; at some point in the evening she was to be wearing a
lacy white wedding dress.

-----------------


Jeff couldn't believe his good fortune. Besides being a delicious
little fuckdoll, this Mary Lynn had turned out to be quite a money
maker. After the Blake guy had left, Jeff had gone through Mary Lynn's
purse, procuring information from her driver's license, social
security, ATM and credit cards. He also pocketed her room key. Of
particular interest was the picture in her billfold of her husband. He
looked just as Jeff had imagined: typical Midwestern middle manger type
guy. Not bad looking, but bland and boring like most of the tourists
that crowded Times Square on New Year's eve. 

He had just replaced her purse when Mary Lynn emerged from the bathroom
all scrubbed and clean. She resisted only slightly when he laid her
down on the bed and forced his head between her legs. After only a few
licks between her pink, strawberry essenced pussy lips, she was moaning
and writhing in ecstasy. The drugs were wearing off, but after her
experiences of just a few hours ago Jeff mused, maybe she didn't need
them,.

He pictured her husband in his mind as he pushed her legs back and
thrust his insatiable cock where his mouth had just been. He imagined
her husband tied to a chair, being forced to watch as his wife was
willingly ravished. Since he didn't want to leave cum for Mary Lynn to
discover when she woke up, Jeff dropped her legs and straddled her
chest where he massaged his cock between her breasts, still pink and
moist from the shower. Just before he felt his balls begin to tighten,
he pushed his cock in Mary Lynn's mouth. She just had time for a couple
of licks and a few good sucks before he left the last of the evening's
sperm where she'd never remember it had been   deep down her throat.

As Jeff turned out the lights and walked out the door, he could swear
he heard Mary Lynn gurgle,  "Oh, my GOODNESS!"

------------------

When Mary Lynn awoke, there were several surprises waiting for her.
First, she had a very strange taste in her mouth. Second, her body
ached like she'd gone a couple rounds with Mike Tyson. Third, she
couldn't remember a thing past the point when she was dancing with Jeff
in the disco. Fourth, as she pushed back the covers, she discovered she
was quite nude. Last on her list of surprises was the fact that Jeff
was sitting in a chair grinning at her.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he chirped.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped as she retrieved the covers, pulling them
self consciouly up to her chin. "How did you get in here, Jeff? And
WHAT happened to my clothes?!"

Jeff put on his best pained expression and said "Why Mary Lynn don't
you remember? You had a little too much to drink last night and you
asked me to accompany you back to your room. I agreed, just for your
safety's sake. When we got here, you got sick on your clothes and
passed right out. So, the only I knew to do was put you to bed. I
thought about looking in your suitcase for pajamas, but I didn't want
to invade your privacy more than I had to. (In fact, he'd just finished
rummaging through all her belongings when he heard her stir). I'm
really sorry I had to undress you, but, I mean, you don't have anything
I haven't seen before, do ya?" he joked.

"Sooo you've been here all night with me?" she ventured.

"I had to make sure you were ok, didn't I?" He was almost pouting.

"Oh my goodness, Jeff! That's so sweet!" she melted. Then a small
furrow formed on her brow as she inquired "We didn't, um, you know.
When I was naked you didn't ."

"Mary Lynn! Now I really am crushed! Don't you remember kissing me and
rubbing your body all over me, telling me how much you wanted me? Right
there in the club while we were dancing? We found an empty little
supply room and you practically tore my clothes off! God Mary Lynn you
kept telling me over and over, even in the cab on the way back, it was
the best sex you'd even had! But, once I got you to the room and saw
the condition you were in, I never touched you! I swear! As much as I
wanted to, I just put you to bed and guarded you all night. You HAVE to
remember that!" (Of course, it was all lies. He'd left right after
Blake did and just made sure he was back before Mary Lynn could
possibly wake. He let himself in with her own key).

Mary Lynn silently thought for a minute, which may have established a
new record for her. She did remember how excited she was, even in the
little leather shop. Jeff had paid so much attention to her. He'd even
chased her down the street to ask her to the club. He had been SO nice!
She certainly knew her emotions could get away form her at times,
especially if she had a little too much to drink. And, he had paid for
the drinks. Oh! And he even gave her that expensive little leather
getup. Now she actually felt bad she didn't remember having sex with
him. Especially if it was the BEST sex she'd ever had! She knew she
would NEVER say such a thing if it weren't true. So it must be true!
She felt almost as bad as she felt about giving in to her urges without
her husband knowing about it. She was comforted by the fact that she
knew her Jim would still love and forgive her when she told him about
it. "But wait", she thought to herself. "How can I tell him about it if
I don't even remember 
it myself?" She decided she didn't have to confess after all!

"Jeff did I really say it was, you know, the best ?" she whispered as
she let loose of the covers, allowing them to fall just below her naked
shoulders.

"Over and over, Mary Lynn! You even bragged about it to a couple of
friends in the club. I was so embarrassed," he replied with every ounce
of sincerity he could muster.

"Oh my goodness!" she gasped as her hands flew to her mouth, allowing
the covers to fall to just above her nipples.

"It's true, Mary Lynn. If only you could remember. I'll tell you what,
you try to remember while I take a shower, ok? Try real hard. Since I
was here all night, I really need one."

With that, Jeff sauntered into the bathroom, carefully making sure the
door didn't quite close. As he undressed, he could see in the mirror
that the cute little housewife was watching intently. As he turned to
start the water running, he made sure his naked body (and especially
his half hard cock) was plainly visible through the crack in the door.
Careful not to make eye contact with her, he stood there waiting
patiently for the water to turn hot. Stepping into the shower, he was
careful not to get his hair wet since he'd just spent a half hour at
home making sure it was just right, as usual. He let the water cascade
over his cock as he stroked it slowly in anticipation of what he knew
was about to happen.

In the mean time, Mary Lynn's mind was churning furiously. If she had
already let him have his way with her, she reasoned, she might as well
find out if what she had told him was true. If it had been the best sex
ever, didn't she deserve to remember it? How could she know it was the
best unless she did it just one more time. Since she had done it once
already anyway. He was so nice and everything. Didn't he deserve for
her to at least know for sure she had told him the truth? How could he
know for sure that she knew it was the best sex ever if she didn't let
him do it again. Since she had already anyway 

Finished, Jeff wrapped a towel around himself, admiring the large tent
in front. When he opened the door, he had to force himself not to laugh
out loud. Mary Lynn was lying on the bed, sans covers, in a naked pose
straight out of Playboy. She was obviously pretending to be asleep.
Jeff played along, tiptoeing over to the bed and sitting down close to
her. He leaned over and whispered directly in here ear. "Mary Lynn .
Mary Lynn, wake up precious."

With the worst acting he'd seen since Howard the Duck, Mary Lynn yawned
and stretched, her arms "accidentally" encircling Jeff's neck who then
"accidentally" fell atop her. His hand "accidentally" fell right
between her legs where two of his fingers "accidentally" slid right
into her very wet pussy. Jeff inwardly guffawed, extremely pleased with
himself for manipulating the na ve blond so easily. "Mmmmm no drugs
this time, huh baby and you're still sopping wet " he thought to
himself. He began to slowly fingerfuck her in the same rhythm as he
simultaneously tonguefucked her mouth, causing her to squirm and moan
loudly. 

Jeff decided he wanted to tease her - just to see if he could get her
to beg him for his cock. He began to talk to her, telling her how
beautiful and sexy she was in his most melodramatic, soap-opera-style
voice as he continued to play between her thrashing legs.

 "Ohhh Mary Lynn! You're driving me sooo crazy! Look at you! You're
sooo hot, sooo sexy. I want you so bad, Mary Lynn!" 

She responded with her own "daytime drama" dialogue. "Ohh YESSS Jeffy!
Ohh! I can't believe this! I want you toooo, Jeffy!"

He laid it on thick for a minute before he decided to move to a
different level   talking dirty. "Oh yeah, baby. Your pussy is so
wet so hot so fucking tight. You've made my cock so hard, you bad
little girl " He was mildly surprised when her moans and gyrations
increased markedly, particularly the "bad little girl" offering, so he
continued exploring that subject. "Oh yeah .you're very bad, aren't
you. Such a naughty little girl. You know it, don't you. You know
you're a bad little girl, Mary Lynn. You know you're just a hot little
SLUT!" On the word "slut" he thrust three fingers into her   hard,
resulting in an ear-piercing scream and what may have been the loudest
orgasm in recorded history, Jeff thought.

Mary Lynn had him in a death grip as wave after wave of passion crashed
over her as he continued his verbal onslaught. He pried one of her arms
loose and stuck her hand on his rampant cock. "That's right, Mary Lynn.
You love my cock don't you! You want it bad. You want to be fucked,
don't you baby. You want to feel my cock in your hot little cunt "

"Oh god yesss!" she squealed.

"Yeah only bad little girls beg to be fucked, don't they."

"Yess Jeff I am a bad little girl "

"Yeah I know, Mary Lynn. You are very bad. Tell me baby what would your
husband think if he could see you right now? Huh? Laying here naked
with a big, hard cock in your hand...begging to be fucked what would he
think, baby? Huh?"

Mary Lynn's eyes rolled back in her head and she started cumming all
over again   babbling incoherently amidst torturous moans and gasps,
her breasts heaving rapidly as she struggled to even breathe.

Jeff laughed diabolically at her, which only excited her more. The
nastier he was the more she responded, until he decided she'd had
enough and slammed his massive cock up inside her. He fucked her
mercilessly, never stopping his verbal assault which had turned
downright abusive. He called her every name he could think of, laughing
evilly each time she reacted with a moan or an "Ohhh god!". At last
slammed his cock deep in her and held it there, balls deep, allowing
her to reach a cataclysmic peak with her pussy locked around his dick
like a python squeezing it's prey to death.

He watched her intently, reveling in his complete conquest of her mind
and body. When he felt that she had leveled off enough he whispered "So
baby was it the best fuck you've ever had? Tell me. Was I right?"

"Yes yes" she breathed. "Best fuck ever."

"Good Mary Lynn. Now show me how much you appreciate it." With that, he
straddled her chest and rubbed his slimy cock around her lips. Mary
Lynn hesitated for just a moment before Jeff watched her sweet little
lips open and consume his big dick.

"Show me how a bad little girl sucks cock, Mary Lynn."

And she did.

---------------------------

Just as Jeff arrived at his juicy climax, across town Blake arrived at
his expansive office. He was a little later than usual since he'd been
up most of the night. He told  Sherry, his executive assistant, to hold
all his calls. Of course, Sherry was more than an employee. The buxom
green-eyed strawberry blond was also one of the most accomplished
fellatio artists than he had ever encountered, a talent he utilized
whenever the urge struck him. He particularly enjoyed having her down
on her knees in his office; the nerve center of his vast corporate
empire and his psychological center of power. That was one of the
reasons he chose to wait until he got there to watch the tape that Jeff
had supplied. 

His office was equipped with state-of-the art multimedia equipment,
including a high definition video projector with a ten foot motorized
screen that even now was silently descending from the oak paneled
ceiling. Slipping the tape into the player, he sat in one of the
several overstuffed leather chairs facing the screen as the lights
automatically dimmed and the window shades hummed quietly, blotting out
his perfect view of Wall Street. As the tape started, he was amazed at
the quality of the image, especially since it was shot in such low
light. Moments into the tape he saw Mary Lynn arrive and discover the
man bound to the wooden X. He watched intently as Jeff knelt behind her
and removed her panties. When he stood back up, Blake could easily see
the look of pure evil on Jeff's face as he unzipped his pants, took out
his cock and started rubbing it against the ass of the girl Blake's son
had recently married. About the time he watched her sit on Jeff's cock,
Blake pushed a small bu
tton built into the console next to his chair and said "Sherry, come in
here. And lock the door."

With a smile, Sherry replied "Yes sir, Mr. Tyler. Right away." Quickly
reaching into her desk, Sherry retrieved a tissue and blotted her
luscious mouth because Mr. Tyler hated it when she got lipstick on his
pants.

---------------------------

The tape finished at about the same time as Blake did, shooting his
typical massive load from his oversized balls into Sherry's eager
mouth. As she stood to straighten her skirt, Blake reached for the
rewind button and said matter-of-factly "Sherry, see if you can get my
son on the phone, will you? And you were incredible as always. You're
the best.
Oh. And look up his birthday for me, too."

Sherry glowed at the high praise from her boss said "Of course, Mr.
Tyler. Right away. And thank you. It's always as pleasure   you know
that."

Blake dismissed her with a smile. He was five minutes into the tape
again when his intercom spoke; "Your son on line 8, Mr. Tyler. His
birthday is May 8th."

Blake grinned perversely as he keyed the speaker phone. This was going
to be rather fun. Evil. And fun.

"Hello son, how's it going" he spoke in his trademark forceful baritone
as Mary Lynn devoured an incredibly large cock on the screen.

"Fine dad. To what do I owe this honor?"

"Noting in particular. You have a birthday coming up, don't you?"

"Two weeks, dad. Nice of you to remember."

"How's that new wife of yours doing, son?" Blake intoned as he watch
her face disappear between the huge man's legs.

"Just great. You got the tape of the wedding I sent, right?"

"Yes. She certainly looks wonderful on video, doesn't she" Blake
remarked, using most of his willpower to keep from laughing as he
watched Jeff slip his cock into his son's cute little wife while she
munched on Goliath's balls. 

"Glad you think so, dad. Everyone enjoyed the tape a lot."

Blake's eyebrow arched as he felt his pants once again stretching in
front. "Uh, hold on just a second son" he said as he reached for the
intercom again. "Ummm, Sherry, could you come back in for a minute. And
uh, lock the door again."

"Yes SIR, Mr. Tyler!" she squeaked as she reached  for another tissue.

"Sorry son, I'm back. What were we talking about? Oh right. Your wife.
Is she with you? Perhaps I should say hi."

"No, she's actually up in your neck of the woods. We were supposed to
attend a sales meeting up there, but it got rescheduled at the last
minute. I had a scheduling conflict with the new date, so I told her to
go on her own. I thought she could use a little surprise."

Just as his son said that, his daughter-in-law was getting a surprise
alright as Jeff smiled at the camera and slipped his cock in her ass.
Sherry's timing was perfect as her lips closed around Blake's fully
erect member at the same moment, causing him to moan just a little in
spite of himself.

"Is everything ok, dad?"

"Oh yeah. There's just some input I'm receiving at the moment that
distracted me. Everything's just fine" he stated as he stroked Sherry's
strawberry tresses. "So, your wife is doing a little "shopping around"
perhaps?"

Jim chuckled and replied "No doubt. She's probably racked up my credit
cards already."

"Well, I'm sure she's worth it.." Blake replied as he thought "She's
worth at least eight grand to me tonight. And from what I'm seeing, she
does have a great rack "

"Yeah, she's pretty terrific, dad. I'd like you to meet her sometime"

"Yes. I'd like to "meat" her, too." Blake schmoosed, pleased with his
clever double entendre. "Listen, I'll give you back to my assistant
when she's finished with what she's doing and you can tell her where
your wife is staying and maybe even her flight information. Perhaps we
can get together or I can at least ride her out to the airport in one
of the limos." he said calmly as he grasped Sherry by her hair savagely
fucked her mouth.

"That would be great, dad. You're always so generous."

Blake had been accused of many things, but generosity was not one of
them; even though he felt like giving Sherry another generous amount of
his sperm at the moment, but decided to save it for Mary Lynn instead.

"The pleasure will be all mine, son, I can assure you. Have a happy
birthday. I'm planning a little surprise of my own for you this year.
Here, I'll give you to Sherry for the information." He pulled her hair,
making her wince as his cock popped audibly from her mouth.

Sherry was bleary eyed but composed as she memorized the numbers while
standing and straightening her skirt once again. Her boss's cock
throbbed as he viewed her deep cleavage and expanse of creamy thighs
above white stockings as she bent forward and reached under her skirt
to adjust her slip. What was even more wicked was the sight of Mary
Lynn on the screen, behind his assistant, bent over in front of that
wooden "x" in the dungeon. It was all he could do to resist the impulse
to bend Sherry over his desk and do to her what some photographer was
doing on the screen to his daughter-in-law. That would have to wait. He
didn't want to spoil his appetite.


---------------------------

Jeff spent the rest of the day with the cute little housewife, taking
her to lunch and showing her around Manhattan. He made her laugh almost
constantly with his charming banter. He introduced her to several of
his friends. She was so impressed that Jeff knew so many people. She
didn't know that at least one of the encounters was not at all by
chance. In fact, Jeff had arranged the meeting and during the
enthusiastic handshake, a small vial of clear liquid changed hands
which Jeff pocketed surreptitiously for use later that night. He was
anxious to see the effect of the drug since his chemist friend had
added a new ingredient that he said acted like an aphrodisiac. 

To Mary Lynn, Jeff was the perfect host and she had a ball going into
shop after shop, trying on clothes and shoes and modeling them for her
very attentive escort. He even bought her a couple of rather daring
outfits which made her feel even sexier, thrilling her when he told her
he should take her dancing again just so she could wear one of them. 
He even convinced her to try on a couple of wedding dresses just for
laughs in a shop that specialized in rented them. Without her knowing,
of course, he arranged to have one of them delivered to the club that
night to fulfill Blake's demand. He had secretly made other
arrangements by phone for the evening while Mary Lynn showered
following their torrid late morning sex. 

He took her back to his place to change into evening clothes before he
escorted her to dinner at a very posh French restaurant. Even though
Mary Lynn had FIRMLY decided that her little episode with Jeff that
morning was a "just this once!" event, she was inwardly disappointed
when he didn't come on to her at his apartment, even though she
absolutely, positively would NEVER do such a thing again! But then she
had no clue what was in store for her later that night and the fact
that Jeff was saving his "ammunition" for it.  She also had no clue
that her perfect host Jeff slipped his favorite designer drug cocktail
into her Caf  Au Lait while she visited the little girl's room at the
restaurant. He had actually toyed with the idea of not slipping her the
drug, based on her new found sexual appetite, but he decided he could
not afford to screw up his sweet deal with Blake and didn't want to
chance it.

By the time Jeff opened the cab door for her in route to the club, he
noticed that she was even more giggly and perky than normal and as she
squiggled into the back seat, she inadvertently gave him and a couple
of valets a perfect view of her knew garter belt and panties between
her splayed legs. He flashed his most evil grin to the kid who'd opened
the cab door for her, completely neglecting the tip. He was too busy
calculating just how much the drugs had kicked in and in what condition
she might be when they got to their destination.


------------------------


Even though Jeff had reserved a VIP table for him on the second level
overlooking the dance floor, Blake arrived at the club early just to
get a feel for the place. By the time his daughter-in-law and her
"date" arrived, he had been approached by five individuals; three women
and two men, who were hoping to hook up with him for the evening. Blake
exuded power, confidence and wealth - three attributes that attracted
advances like ants to sugar. He took the phone numbers of the three
women, gracefully deflected the young gay guy and the other
gold-bedecked pusher who offered to sell him drugs.

-----------

Jeff entered the club with more than a little swagger with Mary Lynn on
his arm. More than a few heads turned when they saw her dressed in a
black top so sheer she might as well left it at home. It was low-cut
with a little rhinestone zipper that started amidst her prominent
cleavage and ended an inch above her navel, leaving a tiny band of bare
flesh above her short, silky black skirt. Even from his elevated perch,
Blake could see that the lacy black bra she wore underneath the
sheerness was almost as transparent as the wisp of a blouse she wore.
She looked simply radiant, her perfect white teeth exposed by an
excited smile. 

Blake was surprised when several people came up when they saw her and
greeted her with hugs and kisses. From her puzzled yet thrilled
expression, he surmised that she was a bit surprised herself, but it
was obvious she relished all the attention. Then Blake recognized a
couple of faces he'd seen on the tape. If what Jeff had promised about
the drugs was true, it was no wonder she didn't remember them. And it
was no wonder they were so glad to see her. Somewhere deep in his
cerebral cortex, some of his most fiendish brain cells fired up,
joining the others who'd been blazing since last night. Blake's eyes
narrowed as he leaned forward. He felt like Caligula about to watch the
Christians try to resist the loins in the Coliseum at Rome.

Jeff treated her to a drink, frequently talking into her ear over the
thumping dance tracks. Halfway through the margarita, Mary Lynn's hips
began to subtlety move in rhythm as she sipped and watched with wide
eyes as people of every description erotically contorted their bodies
on the dance floor. A guy Jeff apparently knew came over and talked to
her. From what Blake could see, he was asking her to dance, though it
took him three or four minutes to do it. The whole time, the kid never
took his eyes off her tits. It looked like he was literally talking to
them rather than her. Mary Lynn never faltered. If anything, Blake
thought he could detect her back arching a bit more as the freaky
looking kid's eyes bore into her chest.

"Yes she craves attention," he thought to himself. "She's going to get
a lot of it tonight.."

Jeff finally shuffled her into the sea of bodies and it was immediately
apparent that she loved to dance and was very good at it. They danced
without touching through one song, but soon were very close, and then
body to body. Her eyes, previously wide and bright, became half lidded
and glassy under the swirling colored strobes. She was a woman aroused.
Judging from the bulge in Jeff's pants, he was equally stimulated, a
fact Mary Lynn seemed to appreciate highly as she pivoted her pelvis
against him. 

Jeff spun her around several times, her skirt flaring to reveal her
black stockings and sheer black panties. When he pulled her back, she
was facing away from him, her ass pinned against his erection. Jeff
began grinding and she did the same. He pushed her arms over her head
and ran his hands slowly down her sides. When he brought them back up,
he passed them directly over her breasts, causing to bite her lower
lip. Blake swore he could see her visibly shudder.

When she turned back to face him, Jeff's hands slid slowly down to her
ass and stayed there, squeezing and caressing. Blake could only catch
glimpses of what the hands were doing because dancers kept blocking his
view. From what he could make out, each time he caught a flash of Mary
Lynn, the back of her skirt was getting shorter. Blake stared in
fascination as inch after inch of her luscious thighs were revealed. 

Was she aware of what Jeff was doing? If she was, did she care? They
were almost standing still now, just their hips and legs languidly
moving in unison as her hem slipped above her stockings, then her
panties. Finally her entire skirt was up around her waist.

"Damn!" Blake cursed under his breath. How in the world had his son
convinced this gorgeous little thing with the perfect ass to marry him?


During the whole time, Blake's eyes had never moved from Mary Lynn's
cute round ass. When at last he glanced up at Jeff, he was startled to
see Jeff staring back at him with a evil, leering grin on his face. It
was almost as if Jeff had put on the little show just for him.
Recovering from  the momentary shock, Blake grinned his best demonic
grin right back before both of them burst out laughing.

-----------------

Having completed his little demonstration for Blake, Jeff released the
vivacious blond and started dancing once again. It wasn't long before a
spike-haired guy grabbed her and started doing his best moves with her.
Jeff watched as Mary Lynn giggled for a moment but then joined the guy,
matching him step for step. Of course, Mary Lynn's new partner was a
friend of Jeff's who was just following Jeff's secret instructions. It
wasn't long before the Metallica reject had pulled her close and let
her know just how physically excited he was. He was also telling her
how hot and sexy she was as he ran his hands over her heated body, just
as Jeff had instructed. Then another young man, bare-chested and
wearing tight leather pants, moved in and suddenly she was laughing and
dancing with both of them. Jeff slowly faded into the gyrating throng.
leaving her to fend for herself among the wolves.
----------------

The moment Mary Lynn set foot in the club, it felt as if her adrenaline
leapt into high gear.
She had never felt so exhilarated, excited and   she search her little
mind for the right word   "Free! Yes! That was it! She felt really,
really freeee!"

They all had stared at her jealously. The waiter in the restaurant, the
cab driver, ALL the people standing in line behind the rope as she and
Jeff waltzed right by them. Even the big strong guy at the door smiled
at her and said "Yo! Welcome back, Mary Lynn. You gonna have a big time
tonight, baby girl!"

It was amazing and terribly exciting how everyone remembered her from
the night before. Lot of them even called her by name. It made her feel
so special!

The people in New York were so different that what she was used to.
They were so so what was the word? Energetic! And friendly!

Then, when Jeff pulled her close and she felt him so excited, something
inside her just seemed to burst. She just wanted to dance and dance and
dance! It reminded her of how he felt when he was inside her that
morning, and how he had called her a "bad girl".

All her life she had tried sooo hard to be a good girl. She was so
tired of that! She knew her wonderful husband would understand. He
always did!

Oh my goodness! She felt Jeff slowly pulling her skirt up in back.
Something told her she shouldn't let him do that right here on the
dance floor with all these people around, but then she didn't want to
make a scene and hurt his feelings in front of all his friends. What
could it hurt?? It's not like she was naked or anything and besides! It
felt kinda good. And it made her feel kinda...bad!! Yes. A girl
deserved to be a little bad once in a while, didn't she? Especially
since she REALLY was a good girl! A big smile broke out on her face as
she realized she had come to an important decision. She decided she was
going to be just a little bad .for just this ONE NIGHT!

-------------

Blake was enthralled by the scene below him. "What would my son say if
he could see his sweet little wife sandwiched between those two
perverts on the dance floor?" was the question that kept ringing in his
mind. "Probably not a dammed thing" was the answer every time. His son
was not like his father at all. He was nice. A fucking wimp if the
truth be told. He'd probably just stand there with his thumb up his ass
watching his darling Mary Lynn get groped and dryhumped right in front
of him. He could have been rich and powerful just like his old man if
he'd just listened. If he'd just had some balls for god's sake. Well,
tonight he was going to teach his dickless son a lesson. Hell, he could
no doubt sweep the bitch off her feet and have her walking down the
aisle with him if he wanted to, but the last thing he needed was
another cunt to tie him down. No, he was going to show his ungrateful
kid what happens to nice guys. They finish last   and get their women
fucked by men with real b
alls!

----------------

Unnoticed, Jeff had worked his way to a place where he could watch Mary
Lynn and Blake at the same time. It was like watching a snake slither
slowly towards it's unsuspecting prey. It was decadent and depraved and
he loved every minute of it.
His friend dancing behind Mary Lynn had pulled her arms up and back,
her fingers locking behind his neck forcing her back to arch and her
tits to strain the wispy material that held them. The other guy in
front of her was thrusting his crotch in sync with the blaring music as
his hands slowly moved up and down her wantonly displayed body.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her hips also moving in a
small circle.
The male in front of her buried his face in her cleavage, then captured
the tab of the delicate zipper that ran down the front of her
see-through black top. Several of the other dancers had stopped to
watch and began chanting as the zipper slowly descended, dispatching
the nearly transparent material as it parted widely since it had been
stretched taut by Mary Lynn's protrubent breasts. Everyone cheered and
hooted when the zipper separated and the blouse sprung open leaving
only the lacy black bra in place. Even though it was under considerable
strain itself, the twin nubs of Mary Lynn's stiff nipples were readily
visible poking out from the flimsy cups.

The cast of onlookers grew, cheering even louder when a tall woman
stepped forward and shoved the man out of the way, assuming his place
in front of Mary Lynn who was still restrained by the man behind her.
The woman wore black leather boots that covered her legs to mid thigh,
tight spandex red shorts and a matching halter top. Her jet black hair
was long and straight much like the style worn by Cher and the look on
her face was a cross between mischievous and malicious. She stared
straight into Mary Lynn's surprised eyes and began to move her hips
sinuously like a stripper might in an attempt to coax a dollar from a
construction worker. The woman moved ever closer to Mary Lynn whose
body movements changed slightly from a sensual squirm to one that
seemed to be more apprehensive. 

Eventually, spurred on by the boisterous crowd, the intense looking
woman stood less than a foot from Mary Lynn who now looked like she was
very nervous and trying to escape the grasp of the man behind her. Then
the woman smiled at her, kissed her own finger and then placed the
"kiss" on Mary Lynn's lips, causing the group to go "Ooooooooo" as if
they had been choreographed. That seemed to confuse the little
housewife, at least enough to stop resisting her restraint. Rather than
removing her finger from Mary Lynn's lips, she gently circled them and
slowly trailed it down over the entranced daughter-in-law's chin, then
down her neck. Still smiling warmly into Mary Lynn's eyes, she let her
finger steadily descend down her chest, lingering for an instant
between her thinly covered breasts which were now heaving quite
rapidly, then downward, tantalizing Mary Lynn and throng. When the
finger reached the waistband of her skirt, everyone began to whoop and
shout in anticipation of what they
 hoped was about to happen. Every eyed was glued to the digit as it
trailed lower. 

Mary Lynn started to bite her lower lip as her hips moved
involuntarily, more in arousal than in nervousness. While the touch of
the woman caused her some anxiety, the fact that she was the center of
everyone's attention was extremely exciting and sexy. She broke the
intense eye contact with the woman to glance at the crowd which had
circled closer and closer. The crazed look she saw on many faces made
her feel bolder.

Suddenly, the woman thrust her hand under Mary Lynn's skirt and between
her legs, capturing the startled blonde's  crotch in her palm. The club
patrons screamed their approval as the black-haired woman's enticing
smile turned into a wicked grin. 

Mary Lynn was momentarily too stunned to react, other than her legs
doing their best to clamp together, but it was far to late for that.
Then her instincts told her to break herself loose and run away, but
she didn't want to make a scene. She was so confused! The crowd was
clapping and cheering! They were all watching her- encouraging her.
This was all just in fun, wasn't it? Shouldn't she feel embarrassed?
What should she do?!

In the mean time, her assailant was moving her fingers, scraping her
fingernails over Mary Lynn's wispy panties, massaging her enflamed
pussy as only a woman knew how. It took less than a minute before the
innocent little blonde's hips began to move in response to the
stimulation, her eyes glazing over. Once again she became aware of the
hard cock that was grinding around her backside, even though she didn't
realize her skirt had been pulled up so that it was only her panties
contacting the man's bulging pants. 

The raven tressed woman's fingers shifted slightly, just enough for her
to worm two of them beneath the flimsy panties. Once inside them, it
took no effort at all to glide both fingers into the slippery little
slit she found there. 

Mary Lynn's jaw dropped and her eyes shut tight as she tried to absorb
the fiery sensations that ripped through her. She felt her knees
weakening and her mind began to spin. The noise of the howling patrons
rang in her ears as the fingers slithered in and out of her, her hips
circling wantonly. The waves of lust grew quickly and she found herself
panting and teetering on the edge.

Without warning, the woman jerked her fingers out of Mary Lynn and
slowly raised them in the air, displaying them to the crowd. It took a
moment for them to recognized that the fingers were glistening wetly
with Mary Lynn's juices and were being displayed as a trophy. Everyone
roared in response, leaving the poor housewife confused and humiliated.
But the woman wasn't through yet. As everyone stared, she slowly
lowered the two juicy fingers, parted her lips and inserted them in her
mouth. Naturally, everyone went crazy   applauding, whistling, jeering
and laughing hysterically.

The fellow holding her had released her, but she just stood there in
complete bewilderment until someone slapped her on the back and
congratulated her. For the next few minutes they treated her like she'd
just scored the Superbowl's winning touchdown in sudden death overtime.
One after another they shook her hand, hugged her, squeezed her and
told her how great that was and how sexy she was. Finally, one girl
said "Wow honey, that was incredible! YOU won't have and trouble
finding a ride home tonight!"

Mary Lynn froze. She suddenly realized she'd forgotten all about Jeff.

----------------



He felt like he had just watched Snow White get raped by Elvira. It was
perverse and hilarious at the same, a perfect mix for Jeff who had made
his way back on the dance floor and wedged himself back to his Snow
White. He made a mental note to congratulate his chemist friend on his
new drug recipe. So far, it was working perfectly.

As he approached her, she was being hugged and complimented by one of
the club's regulars. Whatever she had said appeared to cause Mary Lynn
to panic briefly until Jeff hugged her and told her how hot and sexy
she was.

"Oh Jeff! I thought you had left me!"

"Left you? I stayed in your room all night last night just to make sure
you were ok, and now you thought I left you? You're a silly girl." He
smiled as he hugged her again, wondering if she realized her top was
still unzipped and her tits were easily visible through the
semi-transparent black lace bra.

"Well, I do feel a little crazy I guess. I'm not used to all
this excitement."

"Mmm you love it though, don't you. Have you ever had more fun?"

"Well I guess not," Mary Lynn confessed. "This has been a fun day with
you."

"That's right, babe. And there's a lot more to come, I promise!
Besides, you said you wanted to be a bad girl, didn't you?"

Images of fucking wildly that morning the best sex ever .leapt into her
mind when Jeff mentioned that, which is precisely the effect he
intended. She had been a bad girl, but only that once. She also
recalled that she made a secret promise to herself that she would let
herself be bad for just this one night, too.

"Did I say that, Jeffy?" she teased.

"Hey you don't want me to spank you right here in front of everyone,
now do you? You know you said that, you little tease."

Mary Lynn's eyes lit up for a second at that playful threat. Jeff had
again planted an image in her head of her being the sexual center of
attention. Her quick reaction didn't go unnoted. 

"I don't know Jeffy,,,I guess I might have" she purred coyly.

Jeff raised his hand threateningly which caused her to giggle and cover
her butt protectively.

They both laughed and Jeff planted a soft kiss on her lips, to her
girlish delight.

Taking her hand he said "Let's go, Mary Lynn. I have a big surprise
waiting for you. You're going to love it!"

"A surprise? What kind of surprise? I love surprises!" she tittered.

"Just come with me and you will see!" he rhymed.

As they turned to go, Jeff glanced up at Blake who looked exactly like
an ominous vulture about to swoop down on his prey. With a little nod,
he signaled to Blake that they were headed to the private dungeon room
he'd reserved that morning while Mary Lynn was in the shower. He
watched as Blake stood to leave, his pants noticeably protruding in
front.

"This was going to be something" Jeff thought to himself as a sinister
smile spread across his face. Escorting the curvaceous housewife down a
long, dark hall, little did he know that Blake was thinking he exact
same thing.

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