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Subject: {ASSM} Me and My Zapper Chapters 1 to 4 (MF, mild MC, mild orgy, mild BDSM, mild femdom, exhib, voy, oral)
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Me and My Zapper is a story serial I am posting on my website 
(www.johndstories.co.uk) and concerns a young man with the ability to 
bring insane amounts of horniness to ladies!



Chapter One
She shuddered, her hands grasped her crotch and her face scowled; it was 
a direct hit, and my second of the week! Her eyes stared at me, longing 
and lust dripping from her gaze as her hands touched the crease of her 
trousers. She wanted to play with herself, and bring herself to orgasm; 
I could see it in her eyes. She needed to have a cock thrust into her 
soaking cunt and her loins filled with pure manhood before being fucked 
passionately. She needed a filthy rodgering! I smiled. I had seen it all 
before and it was a job well done, and I slipped my "zapper" safely into 
my pocket.

Did you know that a sine wave, at exactly 8.332Mhz, interspersed with 
brown noise at 19.94Hz, produced elevated horniness in women? Well, you 
do now! All it needs is a small transmitter to create these waves and 
fire them in the direction of the woman in question; it takes around 
fifteen seconds and the effect lasts for around an hour.

My "zapper" had never failed me; I had made my new landlady so drunk 
with lust that she was laid out on the kitchen table for over an hour as 
my ex-flatmate and I brought her repeatedly to screaming and shuddering 
climaxes. I had given my friend the ultimate birthday present when I 
delivered his old babysitter, now engaged and pregnant, to his bedroom 
and desperate to suck his unbelieving dick.

The joy of my creation is that it stimulates the innermost desires and 
wants from the ladies; if they secretly crave nasty sex then they will 
seek rampant debauchery: I cannot control the act, merely the hormones. 
It's enlightening how many women in my town who so willingly desire 
extreme kinkiness once their inhibitions are wrenched from them!

I had no such worries for this little beauty. Her golden hair reached 
the tops of her impressive bosom, wastefully shacked by her plain 
waitress uniform, while ornate tattoos decorated her bare arm. I smiled 
at her; I had been talking to her all night as I drank in her bar and 
waited for her to finish her shift: I may be sneaky but I never 
intentionally get my playthings into trouble.

She staggered over towards the door: less steady on her legs than most 
of the patrons of her drinking establishment. "You need a fucking," I 
said brazenly as she stumbled past me; her eyes hazy and her face in 
deep concentration. "You want a ..."

"Yes," she cried loudly, interrupting me and grabbing hold of my hand, 
and knocking my pint of beer onto the table. She gulped, and stared 
wantonly into my eyes, passionately gripping my wrists. The bar owner 
looked towards his aroused waitress, but she didn't notice. She pawed at 
my shirt, lifting it over my head painfully; I had to catch my glasses 
as she desperately unclothed me.

"Perhaps we should go," I suggested to the stranger, but she barely 
acknowledged I had said anything. She panted; she looked flushed! She 
gulped, and grabbed the top of her trousers, pulling them down towards 
her ankles.

"Maisie," her boss cried, but Maisie wasn't listening. She frantically 
ripped every shred of clothing from her body as the pub visitors stared 
at her; smiling at the unrestrained woman tearing away her dignity. 
"Maisie!"

"You can fuck me after," she promised her manager, as her eyes never 
left my gaze. Her fingers swept along her cleft as she scrabbled at my 
belt, anxious to tear my trousers from my waist and expose my rigid cock 
to her attention.

I groaned as the waitress pumped my erection, her cool hand spreading 
the glistening pre-cum over my anticipating member. "Maisie!" The man 
barked, but no-one cared. All eyes were watching the young blonde and 
her insatiable actions: naked and drugged with lust, I grabbed her by 
the hand and threw her onto the padded bench; her eyes sparkled.

I grabbed hold of her ankles and pushed my cock between her splayed 
legs. She groaned when it touched her hot sex and slid effortlessly into 
her folds. There was silence in the inn as the patrons watched the 
sexiest waitress squeal with desire and satisfaction. "Suck him off," I 
demanded as I looked at a bemused middle-aged gentleman sat on a stool, 
and looking at us open mouthed. "Suck him!"

She panted as I pummelled her cunt, thrusting into her dripping pussy to 
the hilt and watching her watering eyes and bouncing bosom as my body 
slammed into her. A string of obscenities left her lips as my cock 
hammered against her insides. She grunted and eagerly grabbed hold of 
the middle-aged man's dick, veiny and long, pulling it into her mouth.

Her lips glided wantonly over the erection, taking the head and a few 
inches into her slutty mouth. Her fingers slid underneath his balls as 
her legs quivered in my hands; I felt her pussy tighten and clench my 
intruding dick, squeezing it lovingly. I sighed; it felt wonderful. She 
screamed into the cock stuffing her mouth, and I saw the lucky man screw 
up his face.

Seeing her mouth overflowing with cum was enough for me; I felt the 
point of no return instantly, and jack hammered into her climaxing cunt, 
watching as she screamed lustful profanities into the packed pub. My 
cock twitched; my balls tight and my loins aching with pent-up arousal. 
I gulped and mewed, releasing my orgasm as I slammed my cock into her 
tight opening for the last time.

My balls emptied, spewing my seed into her desperate cunt as waves of 
relief cascaded over my body, causing every inch of me to shudder. I 
smiled, my soul glowing and satisfied as I withdrew my dripping cock 
from her cum-splattered hole; she looked lustfully at me, as I looked 
behind me. "She's all yours," I said, and watched as the next man took 
my position; the landlord had given up trying to stop the young lady and 
resorted to serving the fascinated regulars with more alcohol as they 
watched.

Maisie groaned and orgasmed as the wiry gentleman pounded her pussy with 
as much vigour as I managed, and I treated myself to another pint of 
England's finest beer as dozens of men, and a handful of women, were 
relieved their frustrations and horniness by the desperate woman.

As the evening drew to a close, she staggered to her feet, cum dripping 
down her legs and her body dishevelled and coated in sweat. She was 
fired, of course, and her clothes were destroyed, but I felt the zapper 
in my pocket and smiled sweetly at her, offering her a lift home.

It had been an hour, and my lust was returning. And I think she enjoyed 
it anyway!



Chapter Two
Maisie swirled her spoon in the cheap cup of coffee; she had taken days 
to track down, but the star of the pub gangbang was feeling sorry for 
herself and she had intentionally avoided me when I found her: I had to 
chase her down the streets and corner her in a cheap café. "You think 
I'm a cheap slut," she accused me.

A smile flickered over my face and I sighed. My zapper had been unused 
since taking her home that night as my lust for sexual decadence had 
been squashed by a feeling of guilt. It was only logical that anything 
that messes with the levels of arousal in such a dramatic way could lead 
to damaging consequences, but I wanted to rectify the trouble I had 
caused. But to do that, I needed to find her.

"I don't," I promised as she bit her lip; my heart sank a little further.

"You do. You all do. And I can't get another job," she cried. "I got 
fired and who needs to employ someone who did that. I don't know what 
came over me."

"Half the town," I joked, but the tears streaming down her face told me 
that it was an unappreciated quip. "Sorry!" She gulped and I touched her 
hand. "That's why I wanted to find you," I added. "I want to offer you a 
job. Working for me."

She dropped her spoon in her coffee and wiped the wetness from her eyes 
with the ball of her palm, and shaking her head. "I can't," she blubbed. 
"I know what you want from me, and I can't do that. I don't know why I 
did that and ... I'm sorry!"

She pushed her chair away from the table with the back of her legs. "You 
did those things because it was your innermost desire," I replied, 
causing most of the café to turn their attention to Maisie and I, 
talking loudly. "You desperately wanted to play the lead role in a 
gangbang. And you did. That's what you fantasise about, isn't it?"

"No!" She screeched and backed away from the table, before running out 
of the shop. I felt the white heat stares of the other patrons and threw 
a ten pound note onto the table for the undrunk drinks and chased after 
the young lady haring down the road towards the pubs and clubs.

It took almost a quarter-of-a-mile to catch up with her, and grab her by 
the hand. "Listen!" I cried. "I know why you did what you did!" She 
gulped as she screeched at me to "let go" and pushed my hand away. 
"Don't you want to know why what happened, happened?" I asked as she 
forced my hand from her wrist; a couple of bouncers outside a club were 
watching the exchange eagerly and clearly wondering if they needed to 
intervene.

"It happened because I am a silly, stupid little slut who got too horny 
and ..."

I pulled the zapper from my pocket. "It happened because of this," I 
interrupted. She gulped and bit her lip, snorting in derision. "I'll 
show you."


I looked around the small plaza and spied a smartly-dressed couple 
walking towards the club we were outside and holding hands; I gave 
Maisie a unreciprocated smile and aimed my zapper, pressing the button 
firmly on the unit.

My target stopped immediately and fidgeted. I could see the pained 
expression on her face, and the twinkle in her eyes. I could see the 
excited ambivalence in her body language and the tightening of the grip 
on her partner's hand. I looked at Maisie, open mouthed, as the woman 
dragged her partner into a side alley.

Maisie and I followed at a discreet distance, stopping when the couple 
reached a small church and the sounds of anxious fucking filled the 
night-time air. Maisie's eyes widened as we watched the two lovers 
engaged in frantic and wild sex, his cock balls deep into his young 
lady's cunt as he screamed disgusting abuse at her. "See," I whispered.

"You did that to me?" She muttered and shook her hand. "No, I don't 
believe you." I gulped and reached for the zapper in my pocket, before 
pointing it surreptitiously towards her in the bleak darkness of the 
small cemetery.

She gulped and looked at me, the moment I pressed the button; her eyes 
torn from the rampant fucking the couple were engaged upon on a small 
bench. She sighed, before looking at me with a confused expression on 
her face and groaned as I showed her the zapper in my hand. "You did do 
it," she cried and slapped me on the face, before reaching for her 
crotch. "You fucking bastard!"

"Yeah sorry," I muttered, watching as her fingers delved into the 
waistband of her trousers. "You need any help?" I asked, a smile 
creeping across my face.

"No," she cried; her call was loud enough to echo in the graveyard but 
the couple were unmoved. "Not from ..."

My fingers replaced hers in her knickers and eyes melted; all resistance 
disappeared instantly and she spluttered, leaning back against the tree 
behind us. She pawed at my shorts, desperately trying to find my cock 
hidden safely within my clothing. "You utter bastard," she moaned as she 
panted breathlessly. "You ..."

"Shut up," I snapped. "You wanted proof." My fingers swept along her 
moist crack and she closed her eyes, enjoying my touch, satisfying her 
arousal and lust. I undid her trousers with my spare hand and she barely 
noticed them fall to the ground, and then swipe her knickers to her ankles.

Her cunt needed it; her body ached and her legs quivered. She wanted to 
climax in the graveyard. She wanted me to fuck her. She needed to fill 
her stomach lurch as waves of orgasmic lust consumed her soul. She was 
desperate to be that slut in the pub all over again.

Her eyes wept like her excited pussy, shamed by her rampant sluttiness 
and desires. "Fuck, you are sexy," I whispered in her ear; watching her 
expression as the bottomless girl cried in disgust. She was horny, her 
body and soul dripping with desperation, as my fingers massaged her 
aching clit. Her legs quivered and her tear-stained face jerked mews of 
satisfaction.

I felt her pussy shake and tense. I sensed her ragged breathing; I heard 
her profanity-laden cries as she climaxed, screaming passionately into 
the graveyard with shameless wanton abandon as a sweeping relief washed 
over her. I saw the couple on the bench watching us, and I ripped the 
knickers from her ankles, snapping the white thong in two and throwing 
it onto a headstone.

Maisie couldn't protest; her lust-addled brain drugged with the promise 
of orgasmic delight that her pussy craved. "Hi," I muttered as we 
approached the two lovers. Cum leaked from her pussy as the man withdrew 
his cock and I thrust Maisie forward. "I have a slut who loves the taste 
of cum," I promised as I gave a slight nod of the head towards the wiry 
gentleman. "May she?"

He nodded, not consulting his lady who lay panting on the bench in the 
cold still of the night air. "She loves it too."

"Maisie'll do 69," I promised and saw my victim's face light up. She 
gulped, muttering something to me, but the promise of a mouthful of cum 
and a cunt to lick proved too much for her pysche and she knelt on the 
bench over the young lady's face, before burying her tongue into the 
provided crack.

The sounds of two women lapping filled the calmness and I looked towards 
my newly-acquired male friend. "I don't know what's got into her 
tonight," he told me. "She's ..."

"Rampant!" I finished for him as I unzipped my shorts. "Excuse me, while 
I just fuck my girl and provide yours with a creampie!" He nodded, like 
I had just asked for something perfectly normal and watched as I filled 
Maisie's cunt with my erect cock. She cried as I ploughed my dick into 
her maidenhood, slapping her arse as her soft folds caressed my cock.

"Fucking slut, aren't you?" I asked rhetorically as my hand reddened her 
rear; she mewed into the cunt her lips were wrapped around and I slammed 
my cock into her desperate hole. I felt the hot breath of the girl 
underneath Maisie, and a tongue sliding down my shaft and kissing my 
balls. I groaned; it was wonderful and my body shivered.

I could feel myself nearing orgasm and tightened my testicles, awaiting 
the point of no return. I closed my eyes and slapped Maisie as hard as I 
could, insulting her sluttiness that I had caused. I pulled her hips 
towards my body, ramming my cock as deep into her sex as I could and 
gulped, as her pussy squeezed my intruding cock; it was heaven: sheer 
lustful bliss.

A delightful surge of relief consumed my body as Maisie and I both 
climaxed. I pushed my cock deep into her, and squirted, propelling my 
seed deep into the young lady as I rocked back and forth, savouring the 
sparks of delight as my cock sung with lustful satisfaction.

I stepped back and watched the trickle of my cum seep from her cunt and 
wiped my cock on her bare arse. "Pair of sluts," I suggested to my 
newly-acquired friend and we stepped back and watched as the two 
insatiable women ate each other to shuddering orgasms. I smiled, and 
helped an exhausted, and still lusted, Maisie to her feet. She stumbled 
towards me and the bottomless woman tried desperately to get back inside 
my shorts.

"Will you take that job?" I asked as I resisted. "I'll give you bed and 
board," I promised. "And a good rate of pay." Her glazed eyes barely 
computed those words as I led her from the cemetery and she gulped. "And 
I'll give you a massive fucking when we get home." Her face lit up and 
she nodded..

"You're still a bastard," she muttered as my fingers touched her crack 
as we walked.

"I'm your boss," I replied with a grin and pressed against her cunt. 
"And I think we need a team bonding session," I muttered.

At least Maisie would have an income, I told myself as the desperately 
wanton woman walked bottomless out of the cemetery with my fingers on 
her pussy. What could possibly go wrong?


Chapter Three
Maisie crossed her arms and stared at me; she was angry. "I make 
specialist receivers and transmitters," I told her. "It's only a garage 
operation but I ..."

"For getting men to force women to have sex with them! That's disgusting!"

I shook my head quickly in disagreement. "No. It's only me that uses 
that device," I promised her, and took a slice of the breakfast toast I 
had put on the dining table. "That's my hobby."

"Hobby!" She cried in disbelief. "You've ruined my life!"

"Nonsense," I snorted and took a deep breath. "I just get women to live 
out their secret desires. They get enjoyment and ..."

"I have lost my job. I was already two months in arrears and my Dad is 
best friends with the landlord. I haven't answered my phone as I know 
what they will say. So, tell me, how have you not fucked up my life?" 
She shouted aggressively and shook her head.

"Because I will pay you more than you did as a waitress, I will give you 
a skilled job and I will give you bed and board," I offered; more out of 
guilt than anything else. She shook her head and told me that she didn't 
trust me, but after a few minutes discussing her options - and the 
threat of a landlord's eviction notice - she relented and agreed to move 
in the following day, if I would surrender my zapper to her.

"Because it's fucking dangerous," she cried and gestured towards the 
device I had put on the table to show her. "If you point that at a 
paedophile or a rapist, what's going to happen?"

"I only point it at women," I promised but she rightly scoffed at my 
excuse; I had not considered these eventualities before. "OK, how should 
I use it?"


"You shouldn't," she hissed, and scoffed at my objections: it did no 
harm and it gave people a way to live out their fantasies. A smile 
emerged on her face as she listened to my excuses. "I guess it is OK if 
you know the person and they were going to have sex with you anyway." 
She sighed and crossed her arms. "I can see it does have a use. I mean, 
it did make me very horny. And I have never come as hard as I did. With 
that thing."

I smirked and went to pick up the device, but she snatched it from under 
my grasp. "Oi."

"You can have it back when you can be trusted," she said in a 
patronising voice. "And I know just the date for you." Her eyes sparkled 
as she put my toy into her pocket, and flicked some crumbs on her top, 
onto the floor. "I wonder if Annie is free tonight?" I was concerned by 
her gleeful grin and her sudden helpful demeanour but was ushered out of 
the small kitchen to "work" while Maisie set me up with her friend and 
made preparations for her moving in.

The rules, as agreed, was that we would meet at the pub and then 
returned to her flat. While Maisie would retain the zapper, she would 
only push it if I agreed. I was slightly perturbed by her abrupt bout of 
understanding, but she assured me that Annie was a lovely girl who had 
recently separated from her husband because of sexual differences and 
was a like a firework - "explosive material just waiting for that spark."

She didn't lie, as Annie was gorgeous, a few inches shorter than me at 
around 5ft6in but well proportioned and gloriously curvy. She had a 
wicked smile and hugged my chaperone as we entered the small inn, and I 
bought us all drinks. She had a slight Irish tilt to her voice that 
oozed mysterious intrigue, and seemed excited throughout our meal.

There was a permanent smile and unyielding enthusiasm about getting home 
and she happily rubbed the back of my hand as I finished my coffee. 
Every time the conversation edged towards sex, Maisie steered it away 
and I was a little suspicious, but she whispered that we all knew why we 
had met and she didn't feel comfortable talking about it so brazenly.

I was feeling ambiguous. There was something Maisie and Annie were not 
telling me, but the small alcohol intake had dulled my inhibitions, and 
the young lady grabbed my hand as we ambled back from the pub, squeezing 
it hard but playfully. She babbled at her friend and my lodger, but we 
arrived at her small bungalow after a couple of minutes and after she 
unlocked the door, she ran off to her bedroom.

"Well?" Maisie whispered as I removed my coat and shoes. "May I press 
it?" I barely thought before nodding and she grinned, wickedly. "Just 
one thing," Maisie warned as she pulled out a red object from her 
pocket. "I need you to be blindfolded." She looked at my eyebrows rising 
and she licked her lips. "She has a few scars from ... well I need you to 
if you want to get on with it!"

I sighed. "But that's ..." I started, but she slipped the padded cotton 
over my eyes.

"Don't be a baby," she warned as she led me into the second bedroom and 
pushed me against the bed. I groaned and cried out as I fell face first, 
but had to rely on my other senses as I tumbled in the unlit world.

She giggled and my arms were pulled upwards. "What!" I cried as I felt 
cold metal snapping over my left wrist and then my right. "Maisie, this 
isn't funny. This ..." I cried, shouting into the room, but was rewarded 
by a gag going across my mouth and stopping my speech. She pulled the 
blindfold from my eyes, looking over my shoulder as she roughly removed 
my trousers and underpants, and pushing my shirt to my shoulders to 
expose my back.

"Annie wants to be a dominatrix. But her husband couldn't face it so he 
left. But she has so many hidden desires," Maisie said gleefully and 
giggled at the horrified look in my eye. "This bedroom is her playground 
but poor Micky was too scared to come in." The scheming minx took the 
zapper from her pocket and rolled it around in her fingers, watching my 
eyes sparkle with fear. "And I can press this!"

I begged her, muffled sounds from my gag, but she ignored me and called 
her friend into the room. "Please," I cried. "Please, don't. Let me go. I ..."

"Ssshhh," she told me as I struggled with my bindings. "You'll like it." 
Annie's face lit up as she looked at the sight on the bed. A half-naked 
man, scrabbling with fear to escape the inevitable torment. She had 
dressed up: now resplendent in shiny black and red latex bodice with 
nothing more than fishnet stockings on her lower body. My cock twitched, 
oblivious to the ramifications of my predicament and Maisie smiled at 
me. "He's lovely," she told her as her finger pressed the zapper subtly. 
"He said he will take whatever fantasies you have."

I cried into the gag and Annie looked at my lodger. "What he say?"

"I'll get to that," she patronised me, her finger still pressing on the 
button and Annie's eyes started to glaze over. "He says he wants to 
satisfy you. In any way you want!"

She sighed and rubbed her latex crotch, licking her lips and striding 
over to the wardrobe. "Does he have a safeword?"

"Of course not," Maisie added with a satisfied grin. "And I'll be 
thoroughly disappointed if we wanted to use one." Annie beamed, the lust 
fogging her brain and looked at her prey wriggling on the mattress. She 
writhed and grabbed hold of a long cane-like weapon from the wardrobe, 
her excitement evident as she cracked it into her hand and then swiped 
it across my thighs.

My flesh exploded into a mass of angry nerves, burning with pain and 
causing me to scream into my gag. "Hurt?" She asked excitedly as my skin 
glowed in agony. "Oh yes," she yelled and cracked the long cane against 
the tops of my legs for a second time, igniting my flesh . My eyes 
moistened and I gripped the top of the bed as the crazy dominatrix 
lashed her cane painfully against my legs.

My skin raged; the fierce pain seething deep into my body as she rained 
angry strokes against my defenceless self. I stopped yelling for mercy 
after two dozen strikes as it was only encouraging her to hit harder, 
and looked at Maisie sitting on a chair and watching my torment unfold. 
I guess, she was getting her revenge and I couldn't blame her.

Instead I had to take my punishment and the dainty, excited girl had a 
lot of strength in her arms, dropping the cane and resorting to 
ferocious smacks of my bare bottom before getting some wheeled spike.

Every touch of her implements sent waves of angry sensations through my 
body. I needed to be released. I had learnt my lesson, but Annie could 
not be stopped. With every lash she gave, her horniness seemed to 
double, and she openly touched herself through her latex clothing. She 
needed to orgasm and she cried in lust-soaked arousal with every smack, 
hit and stroke.

My cries and yells seemed to take her further; she used my muffled pleas 
for mercy as a cue to go harder, go faster, get more passionate and 
Maisie just watched and took pictures on her phone. As Annie beat me, as 
she used paddles and fiery hot wax to have me yelling into my gag.

They laughed as rivulets of blood trickled down my back and leg, and as 
my arse turned from pink to red to black, and then as she whipped the 
soles of my feet. My muffled screams were like a vibrator pressed 
against her cunt; she needed it to go faster so she hit harder, turning 
my body into a mass of bruises and left me broken and shaking.

"I've always wanted to do this," Annie cried as she pulled out something 
from a drawer and looked at Maisie. "Will he mind?"

"That's his favourite," I heard her exclaim, and my blood ran cold. 
Whatever she had in mind was not good news for me and I gulped; my red 
raw bottom exposed to the cool air of the room. Maisie smirked at me and 
licked her lips as Annie walked behind me and roughly pulled my hips 
upwards. I felt a finger touch my buttocks and then slide towards my 
anus. She pressed against it and I resisted but her intrusion 
effortlessly slid into my body.

I snarled and begged, and she withdrew her finger, leaving behind a cool 
wetness. I hoped I was wrong, but I guessed what Annie wanted, and I was 
powerless to resist. I cried and pleaded, tears running down my cheeks 
as Annie violated me. Her strapon slid gracefully past my ring of muscle 
as she gleefully took my anal virginity and filled my rectum with sinful 
exuberance.

My cock betrayed me; mostly erect throughout my torture, now prominent 
as I was ravished; my anal integrity desecrated with lubricious 
excitement. But I felt sparks of lust, tickling my loins. My body was 
enjoying it, aching from the beating I had received and now delighting 
as I was buggered by the unstoppable dominatrix.

I tried hard to fight it, but I couldn't; my cock leaking as she slammed 
against my prostate. She was panting, squealing in delight as her 
strap-on rubbed against her clit and she tossed outrageous insults into 
the air, revelling in her sadistic triumph. I was insulted, I was 
abused, I was humiliated by her vile profanities, but my libido showed 
no signs of slowing at the offensive words or inflicted wounds.

She grabbed my hips roughly, pivoting on my waist as she ground her 
dildo into my rear and slapped my abused flesh. She squealed and panted, 
calling out to God as her cries erupted into a mass of orgasmic yells 
and howls. My prostate was being touched and poked forcefully and 
passionately and I screeched into my gag as she thrusted quickly into me.

My cries of anguish tipped her over the edge into the most violent of 
orgasms; her body trembled and she dug her sharp nails into my sides, 
gripping them and causing my body to tense with agony. "Oh shit! Oh 
fucking shit!" She called out and rammed her strap-on into me again, 
jack-hammering her toy against my prostate for her second and then her 
third climax.

I was not certain how many times she peaked, but I felt a warm haze 
engulf my body and my horniness build. I wanted to fuck her; I needed 
to, but the satisfied latex clad woman disengaged from me, and moved 
away from the bed, leaving me covered in sweat and dripping with lust.

"I'll clean him up," Maisie offered as Annie slouched against the wall 
and gulped. She waited until Annie left the room, before looking into my 
eyes. "That's one-all," she told me with a grin. "And that's why you 
can't just point that thing at anyone and hope for the best. It could 
lead to big problems."

She seemed to be searching for understanding and forgiveness but my body 
ached. My anus felt stretched and well fucked, my thighs were burning, 
my feet was sore, my back was bleeding and my mouth tired and sodden. 
She was not going to get approval for her actions.

"And if you don't understand," she threatened. "Then I might just 
publicize some of the pictures I took." Her eyes sparkled. "As uploaded 
to my private storage." She must have seen my shoulders slouch as she 
removed my gag and I took some deep breaths.

"I won't forget this," I cried as the little minx smiled at me. "That 
was evil and it was ..." She shook her hips and picked up the cane, 
tapping it gently across my buttocks.

"You can forgive me, and accept I have had my revenge. And I will give 
you a handjob as a peace offering," she offered. "Or we can go to extra 
time." I felt the cane rest on my abused bum and flinched as it lit up 
my skin.

"Yeah, you win this one," I hurriedly said, and felt the heavenly gentle 
touch of her hand around my erect cock.

She had made her point very well. And she would be forgiven But I would 
not forget. I guess I had underestimated her before. I wouldn't do so again.


Chapter Four
To say the trust between Maisie and I had taken a battering after her 
shenanigans with her dominatrix friend would be an understatement. I 
loathed the deception but she reminded me that I had clearly gained some 
satisfaction from the experience and reasoned that she had found my 
excuses about using my zapper flimsy: she said she needed to show me how 
dangerous it could be.

But Maisie knew that I would seek some sort of retribution and had 
hidden my zapper somewhere in my house. I spent ages looking but she had 
hidden it well and I never found it. Instead, we put it behind us and I 
showed her how to help in my garage operation making simple electronic 
devices; she took to the work very quickly, mastering a soldering iron 
in minutes and starting to churn out customer orders within a couple of 
days to a high standard.

I showed her how to use oscilloscopes to check the output of my little 
cottage factory and she kept a watchful eye on me; she knew I would want 
to make another zapper and had made sure that I was not left alone with 
my tools for very long.

The opportunity to make another, came about a week after the dominatrix 
trick: my frustration had reached insane levels, and while Maisie was a 
good lodger, we had not progressed to being lovers: it was a weird 
friendship and nothing else. She taunted me, and teased me, but I wanted 
my zapper back and she would not relent. Basically, she got careless, 
and left me alone for fifteen minutes as one of her friends had a 
"massive crisis" with her on-off boyfriend and reception on her old 
mobile phone was not good enough inside my garage; she stepped outside.

Inside five minutes I had soldered the components I needed onto a small 
piece of stripboard, along with a battery connector and an on/off switch 
before stashing it carefully in the waste paper basket. Maisie eyed me 
suspiciously on her return, apologising for her brief departure and said 
nothing as I placed the rubbish bag in the "black bin" in my garden, for 
retrieval later. Which I did.

I had a few ideas, but her traumatised friend had requested some support 
that weekend; she ran a Sunday league football team and a number of the 
players had been incapacitated with a bug that left them requiring 
additional footballers. Maisie volunteered and my new zapper went with 
us both, unbeknown to my young lodger.

The parish council-run facilities, a couple of miles from my house, 
certainly required some maintenance, and the muddy pitch had more dirt 
than grass. The football pitch was bordered by a small set of changing 
rooms and a mobile tea and coffee stall, also selling pasties that 
looked like they had been there for some weeks. I skipped both and stood 
to watch as the two teams warmed up and then kicked off.


I had no idea Maisie was so bad at football; her attempts to pass the 
ball were calamitous, her solitary shot on goal endangered passing birds 
more than the net, and her tackles were so mistimed even Paul Scholes 
would have winced. But everyone seemed to be enjoying watching the 22 
young ladies run around the muddy pitch in the most passionate of 
spirits, especially as their shorts were short and most of the ladies 
were fit, attractive and fairly well endowed.

Maisie smiled at me as she ran past me at half-time and as full-time 
blew I steadied my zapper in my pocket, pointing at the group of ladies 
shaking hands and congratulating themselves. I wasn't aiming for any 
particular member, just the group.

My invention was powerful and I had to show that; show how good it could 
be. Show her how it sated every thirst and urge the women had. Maisie 
had to understand.

The nearest girl to me clenched her fists and her body shook; her friend 
panted and grabbed hold of her, leaning towards the muddy footballer. 
All over the pitch, hands grasped crotches and eyes sparkled; friendly 
congratulations turned to anxious stumbling and glances. Instantly, 
there was a sexual tension in the air.

Maisie knew. She looked at me with a fire in her heart and slapped me 
across the face. "I'll fuckin' swing for you," she cried as the 
spectators turned in shock at the violent outburst to watch us argue. 
Instead, the horny minx grabbed my hand and pulled me by the wrist, 
dragging me inside the changing room and pushing me up against the 
tile-lined cool wall. "You made another one," she panted and with lust 
driving her thoughts and consuming her eyes, she kissed me, pushing her 
lips against mine and running her hands over my body.

Her muddy football kit was sodden and soft to the touch as I frantically 
slid my hand into the waistband of her white shorts. She groaned into my 
shoulder as I touched her clit and opened my eyes to see a dozen of 
horny football players engaged in the throws of passion. A lesbian 
threesome inches from us were the noisiest, while the good spirit shown 
on the pitch was continuing off of it, as two of the opposition were 
being ate out by players from Maisie's team.

Another guy, clearly dragged into the changing room, looked at me, 
shocked, as two team-mates took turns in licking his cock and fingering 
each other; it was like a dream for him and he could scarcely believe it 
was happening. Maisie groaned, and shivered; her muscles tightening and 
twitching as I flicked her sensitive button with my finger. She groaned 
lustfully into the damp changing room, savouring every touch on her 
pearl. "You love this, don't you?"

"Yeah," she muttered as she panted and squealed; her body consumed by 
the rampant lust she so hated me for causing. "Oh God," she muttered and 
sniffed.

"Every girl in here is thanking me right now," I whispered. "They are 
getting some of the best sex of their life. Look." I spun her body 
around, keeping my fingers in her waistband and held her back to my 
chest, making her watch as her team-mates pleasured each other, and a 
random spectator.

I swirled her clit in my fingers, allowing it to dance over my slippery 
fingers and pinched her nipple through her yellow football shirt. She 
cried out, yelling profanities into the lust-soaked room and panting as 
her body lurched into a powerful climax. She gripped my thigh, rocking 
back against my crotch as she rode her first orgasm, her shorts becoming 
sodden from her intimate juices gushing from her cunt.

"You," I cried to a startled girl, fingering herself on the floor of the 
changing room. "She loves giving oral," I pushed Maisie towards her and 
ordered my errant lodger to go down on the young lady; the two girls 
barely paused as Maisie stumbled into the girls crotch and ripped her 
white shorts from the redhead to devour her slit.

I had a few seconds to capture the scene on my phone before it was 
noticed that I was alone, and one of the horny footballers, pulled at my 
trousers and freed my cock. I smiled at the fresh-faced girl, her face a 
mixture of innocence and guilt, as she licked my erect cock from root to 
tip. Her black hair framed her round face and cheeky grin sexily and I 
pulled her up to face me, before laying her on the rickety wooden bench.

She didn't even flinch as I towered over her, but stroked my cock 
impatiently as I glanced at her muddy legs and dirty shorts; she hadn't 
even removed her football boots, but I didn't care, and ripped her 
shorts open. She gasped, as my fingers brushed across her gushing cunt, 
pushing her knickers to one side.

She screamed passionate obscenities as my cock touched her entrance and 
her muddy boots wrapped themselves around my clean T-Shirt. "Fuck me!" 
She yelled and exploded into a mass of passionate screams and shrieks, 
her body shaking and gasping as my cock slid into her moist hole. She 
took a deep breath and gripped the side of the bench, howling loudly as 
her muscles contracted around my intruding cock.

She yelled obscenities; the most profane of words, and the most extreme 
of sayings as her pussy quivered relentlessly throughout the rampant 
thrusting of my cock into her cunt. She came continuously, screaming and 
crying as her breasts heaved and she snatched breaths of air. She 
gushed, an unrelenting flow of liquid streamed from her crotch as I 
began to pound my cock into her orgasming cunt.

"Shut her up," I asked the opposition goalkeeper, naked and bruised. 
"Sit on her face." My partner barely noticed as an aroused pussy lowered 
itself over her mouth, and her tongue enveloped around the expectant 
loins; her grip around my cock tightened. I slid my hands over her bare 
cunt and found her clit with my thumb, spinning the little pearl.

My lust was building; I was nearly at the point of no return: the sights 
of the bisexual orgy, the sounds of the rampant debauchery, the smell of 
mustiness and lust and the feel of an orgasming pussy around my cock, 
all combined to produce a powerful sensory overload. I could taste my 
climax. I could feel it building in my body and desperately needing to 
escape. It was there; I was ready.

Maisie came up behind me. "You. Are. A. Fucking. Bastard," she panted 
and nibbled at my ear. "But I so fucking need this right now." I glanced 
around to see a young lady scissoring her fingers into my Maisie's cunt 
and I gulped, thrusting deeper into the orgasming woman.

I could feel it; I held on desperately for my orgasm, eager to intensify 
the climax; her legs had barely stopped shaking since I had touched her 
clit but as I powered my cock into the desperate woman, her body 
trembled and her muffled screams had got louder.

My loins twitched and a surge of tension engulfed my cock; I felt relief 
sweep my body as squirts of cum squirted from my shaft and buried 
themselves deep inside the young lady, screaming lustful delight into 
the crotch of the goalkeeper.

I withdrew, taking a few deep breaths and panting as I watched my cum 
leak from her well fucked hole. I gasped and looked at Maisie and then 
of the dozen women engaged in a lesbian orgy.

"Open up!" A voice cried from the door, and I heard hammering. "Emily, 
what's going on?" No-one cared about the worried voices from behind the 
locked changing room door and I saw Maisie wide-eyed as her team-mate 
was fingering her again.

"We got to get out of here," I shouted at Maisie as a random girl sucked 
my cock free of cum and smiled up at me. "Sorry," I told her. "We gotta 
go." I tugged at Maisie's hand but she refused and the spurned lady 
between my legs looked at me with pleading eyes. "Maisie!"

I had to pull my horny lodger away from the eager woman and drag her 
into the shared showers. The sounds of passionate orgasms and angry 
fucking from the adjacent changing room told me that they were enjoying 
the full effects of my invention too, and I pulled the naked girl out of 
the fire escape and into the car park.

Dozens of voices gasped as we emerged from the side of the building, and 
a man grabbed hold of the fire escape door. "What the ..."

"It's bedlam in there," I muttered as I pulled Maisie across the car 
park to my car and wheel spun the vehicle out of the car park.

"That's why it's dangerous," she panted as she played with her clit in 
my front seat, treating me to a sordid erotic show. I gulped and pulled 
into an abandoned bridleway, bringing my car an abrupt stop.

"In the back," I ordered and took a deep breath. Well, I was a man and 
she had an itch that needed satisfying. But I would be in trouble the 
following day, I knew I would be, but at the moment, I had what she so 
desperately needed. And I was going to give it to her!

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