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Marie
By trukin_fool




John was a dark Italian type, bulging with muscles. His arms were
bigger around at the biceps, than most mens thighs. His suave demeanor
was like a flame, to an army of moths. Women found themselves
unconsciously attracted to him, and many were caught in his trap, of
lust and sexual excitement.
One such woman was Marie. She and Jerry were our nextdoor neighbors.
He was a redhead, and sort of skinny, as a forty something executive.
She, on the other hand, was hispanic, and had the body of a goddess.
Her chest alone, needed it's own zipcode.
One afternoon, while laying on my deck, do to a layoff at work, I
noticed Marie, digging in her flower bed. She hadn't noticed me laying
in the lounger. She never paid much attention to me, and mostly
avoided me, calling me a "perverted asshole."
I sometimes blatantly stared at her chest, for which she frequently
lambasted me, and due to her rich bitch lifestyle, she could get away
with it.
As I watched her, I noticed she would glance around nervously, and
then bury a small packet wrapped in plastic. This seemed odd at first,
but I paid little attention to it.
After a couple of weeks, of watching this same scenario play out, I
became curious.
One day, I had left the house, to go shopping, and noticed Marie
driving behind me. She passed me, without even noticing who I was. It
was apparant she was in a different world. Her thoughts made her
ignore common sense, as I followed her to the motel, on the outskirts
of town. It was the local no-tell motel. She parked her car at the
rear of a building, and quickly ran to a back room. She looked around,
and soon the door opened.
"Ha." I thought to myself. "This high class bitch, is having an
affair."
I drove around the block, and took out my cell phone. It was equipped
with a camera. I waited, for what seemed hours, before I watched her
nervously reappear.
I zoomed in on her, and snapped a few pictures, making sure to get the
big marquis, in the background, advertising low rates, and the name.
As Marie quickly pulled away, I soon saw another figure leave. It was
my buddy John.
He was skulking away from the room, when I yelled to him.
His first intention was to run, but as he recognized me, he gleefully
came to my car.
"A little early, for afternoon delight?" I asked jokingly.
"Yeah." He said. "Some women can't wait."
"You know she's married, don't you?" I asked.
"You know her?" He asked in return.
"Yeah, the bitch is my nextdoor neighbor." I answered casually. "How'd
you get into her tight panties?"
"Wasn't hard." He explained. "She saw me at the gym, and fell all over
herself, to talk to me."
"You lucky bastard." I said.
"We're cool?" He asked.
He was married also, and I was good friends with his wife. Hell, I was
the best man, at his wedding.
"Yeah." I answered. "We're cool. But I've been eying that hot piece of
tail, for a long time."
"You want her?" He asked. "I'm getting nervous about her anyway. She's
beginning to cling. I sure as fuck don't need that."
"Well throw her my way then." I said.
"You really want her?" He asked me, with a serious look.
"Hell yeah. Can you arrange it?" I answered readily.
John produced a small bag of powder from his pocket. With a smile, he
winked at me.
"She'll do anything for this." He said. "She's an upper class cunt,
but this stuff turns her into a white trailer trash whore. She can't
get enough."
He handed the bag to me.
"It's drugs, isn't it?" I asked, being naive.
"Think of it as panty dropper." He said with a smile. "You keep quiet,
and you can have it."
I nodded my agreement, as he explained how he would set it up. He had
always called her. He made the arrangements. She was to follow his
instructions.
"Thursday, she'll be here at ten o'clock." He stated. "I'll call her
and let her know that there will be someone else here, with her fix.
It's all up to you after that."
Thoughts raced through my mind, as I realized, my uppity society
neighbor bitch, was just an ordinary junkie.
The next afternoon, John stopped over to visit me. He had it all set
up. She would be at the motel, and I would be there waiting for her.
Before he left, he casually walked to her house, and talked softly to
her. She looked nervous, as she saw me watching. She would never
suspect anything, until tomorrow.
As John left, I called to her, in her backyard. She neared my deck, to
hear my words.
"You and John seem pretty tight." I said. Bringing a shocked look to
her face. "I'll bet Jerry doesn't even suspect. Does he?"
"That's none of your fucking business." She said. "Just leave me
alone."
"I wonder what Jerry would say, if he knew?" I said as she walked
away.
Marie shot me an icy stare, and soon retreated to her house.
Later that evening, I received a phone call from John.
"If you really want to make her yours, bring a camera along tomorrow."
He said.
"What for?" I asked.
"She'll let you do whatever, after the first line." He said. "I've had
her holding pictures I took of us together, and she has to show me
them, when I ask to see them."
My thoughts drifted to the plastic bags she had buried in her flower
bed. Those we probably the evidence I needed.
That night, after everyone was in bed, I slipped into Marie's back
yard, and found two of the little buried treasures, she had hidden.
Returning home, I looked at the first bag. It wasn't sealed well, and
moisture had glued the pictures together. The second one, however, was
sealed better. I opened it and found pictures of my neighbor, in
various states of undress. Her lacy white bra, looked almost obscene,
against her dark brown skin. She indeed, was a beauty. The next
picture had my cock at full attention. Her tits were bare, and her
nipples were very large. They drooped slightly, as gravity pulled
their enoumous bulk downwards. The next few, showed her peeling off
her panties, and pantyhose. Her wide hips were to die for. Her pubic
hair was trimmed into a neat triangle.
After that there were pictures of her sucking cock, and laying spread
eagle, on the bed. The last one, showed her drinking cum, from an
obviously used condom.
"This little whore." I thought to myself. "Too good to even tolerate
me, but filthy enough to swallow a strangers jizz."
I now had her by the proverbial, "short hairs."
Marie was my ex-wifes best friend, and regardless of why the divorce
took place, she hated me ever since. Now my revenge, was near. Not
only would she treat me different, she'd be my own personal whore. My
cum dump, so to speak.
The next morning, I left early to go to the motel. It was set up, that
I would pay for the motel, and the coke John gave me, was enough for
two meetings, with Marie. John had told me, where to get more if I
needed it, and how much to pay. This was going to be a long lasting
relationship, if I had anything to do with it.
I arrived at the motel, video recorder and camera, in the bag I had
brought. I paid the small room rental, and soon I was setting the
recorder, in the corner of the dark room. I left the cheap digital
camera, out on the night stand, in plain view.
My heart was pounding as the time neared, when Marie was to meet me
there. I went over everything again, in my head.
Suddenly there was a slight tapping at the door. As I opened it, I
stood behind the door. She entered quickly, as I closed the door. It
took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim room, and I
watched her look around.
"What the ......?" She asked out loud.
"Shhhhhh." I said, with a finger to my lips. "We don't want everybody
in town knowing about you, do we?"
I hit the remote for the hidden video recorder, and soon answered her
question.
"John can't make it today. He sent me to give you something, and
collect the pay."
Marie reached for the door, as I held it shut.
"Let me out of here you asshole." She screamed.
"Is this what you came here for?" I asked, waving the bag of powder,
in front of her.
She thought for a minute, and again pulled on the door.
"No way, you prick. I'm leaving." She spat.
"OK." I said, standing away from the door. "Jerry ain't gonna like the
pictures I have of you here though." I said, flashing the previously
buried evidence.
Marie grabbed the pictures, and with disgust, thumbed through them.
"You can have those." I added. "I have copies made already. I
especially like the sperm drinking one. I have an eight by ten,
printed up of that one. Jerry would love to see it. Why don't you go
home, wait for Jerry, and come over to look at the entire album?"
Marie froze. Her mouth dropped open silently, and her lip began to
tremble. She was busted, and there was no way out.
"What do you want?" She asked, reaching into her purse for her wallet.
"Keep your damned money." I said emphatically. "I want some pussy, and
either you give it up, or I'll get it elsewhere."
Shoving a handful of cash at me, she again became angry.
"With this, you can buy any hooker downtown you want."
"It isn't the money I want, bitch." I said in a loud whisper. "Either
I get some of what you've got, or you can leave, and we'll see what
Jerry thinks of the whole deal."
"Fine." She shouted. Then threw the door open, and left.
I thought she was willing to risk her marriage, but hoped I was wrong.
I watched her drive away, before collecting my cameras, and leaving
myself.
"Could I really destroy a friends marriage?" I thought to myself, as I
drove home.
"Hell I was about to fuck my friends wife, without his knowlege. What
else could I do to destroy it anyway?" I reasoned.
Returning home, I found Marie in the back yard, digging in the
flowers. She plainly noticed the fresh holes left there by me, as she
frantically dug. I watched as she stacked seven or eight packets of
pictures. She then returned to the house, without noticing me watching
her.
I had blown it. She would explain to Jerry that someone was
blackmailing her, and she would try to salvage her marriage. I would
never get that mexican pussy wrapped around my aching cock.
I put the thoughts out of my head, until a bout three o'clock. That's
when my phone rang.
"Mark?" The female voice asked.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Can we talk?" She asked in return.
It was Marie. She wanted to talk, and unless I missed my guess, it was
about the pictures.
"What about? It seems you made your point abundantly clear. I don't
want anything to do with a fucking bitch like you. You can go to
hell." I said, slamming down the phone.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I knew it was
Marie. I peeked out the spyhole, and noticed her puffy face, and eyes.
She had been crying.
"Go around back, you slut. I don't want the neighbors seeing a whore
like you, standing in front of my house." I yelled through the closed
door.
A few moments later, I walked out on my patio, to find her standing by
the small fence, separating our properties. The look on her face was
priceless. She had a look of defeat on her face as she silently waited
for me to show up.
She was wearing a short skirt, and a thin white blouse. She had
changed clothes, and was dressed very sexy. She even wore a pair of
high heels.
The cul-de-sac I live on, afforded me privacy. The only lot that was
visible from my back yard, was Jerry's and Marie's.
"What the fuck do you want now?" I asked gruffly.
"I .... I need to talk to you." She said in a shy tone.
"You've pretty well stated your view, and I can live with that. The
question is? Can you?" I asked, knowing she had seriously misjudged
me. She knew I held her future, in my hands.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked softly.
"What time does Jerry get home tonight?" I asked.
"About five." She answered.
"Then we don't have much time." I said. "Get over here, and get inside
before someone sees you."
Marie hesitated a little, and glanced over her shoulder quickly, to
the safe haven of her own house, before lifting her leg, to straddle
the fence between our yards. As she did so, I got a glimse of her
panties, and her face became a model of humiliation, knowing what a
sight she gave me. She was determined to prove herself worthy of my
requests. As she placed one foot on the ground, her nylons shredded on
the rough wire fence. She quickly lost all modesty, and lifted the
other leg over the fence. Gingerly she ran to my patio, and followed
me inside.
Once inside my house, Marie followed me quietly to my living room.
"You sure do have nice tits." I said, staring at her chest.
A quick look of disgust, was replaced by a soft coy smile, on her
face.
"Hold them up for me, will you?" I asked.
She was humiliated by the tought, but slowly raised her hands up under
her boobs, and pushed up, as if offering them to me. Her head hung
lower, as she did so.
"Look at me." I said harshly, causing her to snap her head up in
reply.
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of hate, contempt, and nervous
excitement. She had probably never been dominated by anyone, but was
in no position to argue that, right now.
"We probably don't have time for a fuck." I said, glancing at my
watch. "So how good are you at sucking cock?"
A look of strange horror covered her face, as she nevously stared at
me.
"I said. How good are you at sucking cock?" I repeated.
She resented being talked to this way, but she was in over her head,
and knew she would have to accomodate my humiliating questions.
"I ... I don't ......" She began to speak, before I cut her short.
"Oh yes you do. And, Oh yes you will." I said, reaching for the small
bag in my pocket.
Her eyes lit up, as she noticed the powder.
"Have a line, and then get on your knees, you cocksucking whore." I
said, tossing her the bag.
She quickly grabbed it, and nervously looked around, for a place to do
her drugs.
I pointed to the glass top coffee table, in the room, and she took the
hint. I handed her a plastic discount card, from a local store, and
she immediately poured out the coke. She diced up the stuff, formed
two lines of powder,and tore a page from the magazine, that was on the
table. With speed and efficency, she knelt and snorted the powder. One
line for each nostril.
"OK whore." I said, after a few seconds of her breathing deeply. Crawl
over her and so me how much you love my cock in your mouth.
As she felt the first rush of coke in her sinuses, she crawled in my
direction. Her nylons were pulled down, by her crawling motion. She
nervously toyed with my belt, and soon had my pants dropped, along
with my underwear.
She was amazed at the sight of my hard cock. She studied it intently,
as her lips quivered.
"It's so hard." She whispered, to herself. "And so big."
"Yeah it's hard, and big. It's also loaded with a big juicy wad of
cum, just waiting to get sucked out. Now swallow it." I said, as I
grabbed her head roughly, and forced it between her pursed lips.
Maria, having been probably unused to sucking, choked and gagged, as I
held her face into my groin.
"Suck it bitch. It'll get easier as you go along." I said, still not
releasing my grip.
After a few strokes, I loosened my hold, and allowed her to do the
work. She was very inexperienced, and scraped my cock with her teeth a
couple times. I didn't care. The pain added to my excitement. I had
waited so long for this day, I was in heaven.
It didn't take long for my nuts to tighten, signalling the explosion,
that was about ready to occur.
"Squeeze my balls whore." I bellared. "Squeeze the sperm cocktail from
them.
Deftly, she squeezed my testicles tightly, as I shot into her mouth.
I reached down and squeezed her massive mammaries in response to her
manipulations on my nutsack.
Marie, greedily swallowed every drop I had to offer, and continued to
suck me, even after I had finished.
"Now, thank my balls for giving up their treat for you to swallow.
Suck them, and show your affection for them." I ordered on shaky legs.
Like a pro, she did as I asked, and soon had one, then the other nut
in her mouth, tonguing, and licking each in turn.
As my carnal desire dimminished, I pushed her away, and pulled up my
pants. I walked to the table, and picked up the remaining powder,
still inside the bag.
With a questioning look on her face, she watched me.
"Stick your finger in your pussy." I commanded.
She was frozen again.
"Listen. Stick you finger into you hot Mexican twat, or I'll throw
this down the toilet." I ordered.
She remained kneeling, and soon her hand went under her skirt. She
found the waistband of her underwear and pantyhose, and reached
inside. Soon she had her hand down inside, and was working a finger
into herself.
"Now pull it out." I ordered after two or three strokes. "Bring it to
my face, and let me smell you cunt."
As she removed her hand, and stood, she walked to me and held it to my
face. I took a long whiff.
"Now lick your fingers." I said.
She was now too excited to refuse my request, and began to lick each
finger.
"OK. I've had enough for now. When I need you again, you'll be ready?"
I asked.
With a confused look on her face, she nodded slightly.
"Do you have a cell phone?" I asked bluntly.
Again she nodded, but more quickly.
"Give me your number, and I'll call. OK?" I asked, getting my cell
phone out, to store her number.
As I did however, I took a picture of her in her disheavled state,
without her knowing. I then sent her home, through the back, across
the fence. It was about quarter to five when she left. She would have
to rush, to clean up, and change her clothes, before Jerry got home. I
smiled thinking that she'd never have time to brush her teeth, before
he arrived, and the remnants of my cum would likely be on her tongue,
when she kissed him hello.


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