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From: Linda Stachurski <linda.stachurski@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Offer, Accepted (MF, reluc, cons)
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Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2017 05:10:02 -0400
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--== The Offer, Accepted ==--

  -= The Storm =-

  I'd been at the clinic getting Lucy her eighteen month old
jabs. She'd been very brave and was peacefully asleep on my shoulder
as I walked through the extensive parking lot of the hospital. Then
the unseasonal torrential and chilling downpour had started. Within
seconds my light blouse was soaked through and Lucy's one-piece
bodysuit was quickly getting wet as well. I was in a quandary, should
I return to the shelter of the clinic or keep making for the bus
shelter. The clinic was closer, but I didn't want to miss the last bus
out to my suburb. By now my blouse was absolutely soaked and plastered
to my body in such a way that it was nearly see-through and the chill
had hardened my nipples so that they were visibly protruding. Water
was running through my hair down my back soaking my skirt as
well. Then Lucy woke and starting crying.

  I was about start crying myself when a flashy green sports car
coming from the staff parking section pulled up beside me. The man in
the car (a Lotus Elise I later learned), just took over and my life
was never the same again. He didn't ask me anything, merely reached
over opened the passenger door and instructed me to get in, as if
there was no question of my compliance. It all seems kind of surreal
to me now, thinking back on it. I was so wet and miserable that any
kind of natural caution I might normally have had evaporated. I simply
slipped into the comfortable bucket seat still cradling Lucy in my
arms and closed the door.

  He immediately headed out on the highway saying we needed to get the
little one warm. I remember telling him that her name was Lucy and
trying to apologize for making the seat all wet. I also remember
blushing because my nipples were still protruding rudely through my
blouse and trying to hold down my skirt as it was riding high up my
thighs.  He told me his name was Lance and I must have told him I was
Linda. He did ask me where I lived, but he decided it was too far, and
proceeded off in a direction I wasn't familiar with. As we drove it
got darker as the storm intensified with lightning and thunder. I
don't recall much else about the journey, I think I was just too
miserable at the time to really notice how far or where it was we
went.

  We passed through gates, proceeded up a lengthy drive towards an
imposing residence and into an extensive garage. Lance helped me out
of the car and led me through a series of corridors before we popped
out in a lounge with a blazing wood-fire along one wall. He led me
over to the fire and gently settled me on a rug in front of the
fire. I remember him taking Lucy out of my arms and telling me that
everything would be all right and he'd wrap her in something dry. I
worried he was going to walk off with her, but he sat on the floor
beside me and proceeded to remove her wet clothes making me jump when
he called out for some towels. I thought he might have been talking to
me, but a middle-aged woman appeared when he called. At first I
thought she must be his wife, but afterward learned that she was his
cook, Mary. She was the one who had gotten the fire going, apparently
Lance had called ahead on the drive although I don't remember him
doing so. After bringing in the towels, Mary went out of the room and
I never saw her again that night. After undressing Lucy, Lance
tenderly dried her off with one towel before wrapping her in another,
all the while murmuring to her about what a good girl she was. Lucy
was still sleepy, no doubt partly from her injections, so Lance just
lay her on the lounge suite nearest the fire and she closed her eyes
with a cute smile on her face.

  Next Lance said it was my turn and I needed to strip or I would come
down with pneumonia. He came over to me and started to unbutton my
blouse. I'm sure I must have blushed mightily but I don't remember
pulling away or feeling incensed at the liberties he was taking. Lance
acted with such confidence that there just didn't seem room for any
kind of objection. Once my blouse was off, I made to reach for one of
the towels, but Lance felt my bra and said it was soaked and also
needed to come off. Before I could say anything he reached round
behind me and unclipped it and pulled it off down my arms. Here I was
completely topless in front of strange man in a strange place. My
nipples were still extremely taut and tingling with the chill. My
actual situation was starting to sink in, but before I could react
Lance pulled me to my feet and said the bottom half needed removing as
well. My shoes were already gone, I think I must have taken them off
in the car. My naked breasts were pushing into his chest as he held me
close, reaching round behind me to get at the zip on my skirt. I
hardly noticed that he took my panties off at the same time as he
pulled the skirt down.

  Still holding me close and using a towel Lance wiped off most of the
dampness from my back. The towel was new and fluffy and felt wonderful
running over my body. He had me turn my back to him so he could reach
around and dry my front. His manly proximity was both exciting me and
making me nervous. His sweet breath was flowing down over my neck and
swirling around behind my ears. When he started rubbing the towel
across my breasts and nipples, I could feel myself getting moist in
the one place the rain hadn't penetrated. He paid a lot more attention
to drying my breasts than was strictly necessary. My breathing
shallowed, my nipples hardened further than I had thought possible,
and a thrilling warmth was starting to spread from my core. I'd had no
intimacy since my pregnancy and my body was betraying me, presenting
to Lance all the signs of ripeness ready to be devoured. At some point
he turned me back to face him again and started running his fingers
through my hair to help get the water out. I could feel something
substantial and hard pressing against me down south. Still it was a
complete shock when I felt his naked penis push into me.

  I hadn't even realized that his pants were undone. I was completed
naked, fertile, and now helplessly impaled by an unknown and
unprotected penis. I tried to jerk backwards but he held me firmly in
place stretching me further and further as he went deeper and deeper
until at last I was utterly filled and his hilt was mashing into my
clit sending paroxysms of pleasure through my body. My hands came up
at their own volition, clasping him to me while trying to thrust my
aching breasts right into him and draw him yet deeper into me. I put
my arms up around his head and pulled his mouth to mine and tried to
breathe him in. My legs went weak and we slumped to the luxurious
rug. He finally brought his hands directly onto my breasts, gently
caressing them and rolling my tight nipples through his fingers. My
pussy spasmed in response and I was groaning. He was ever so slowly
moving in and out and circling around inside me exploring my innards
at variety of angles. Each time he moved inwards I could feel is
manhood plumbing my depths and his body squeezed down on my vulva
raising my tension ever higher. Our mouths were still locked and our
tongues twinning about each other. My body was rising to a crescendo
and I came suddenly and hard with my vaginal muscles pulsing
strongly. Lance must have felt the throbbing because he climaxed
almost immediately afterward and deep within me.

  In the lassitude that followed, Lance finally removed the rest of
his mildly damp clothing, then we just lay quietly together in front
of the fire softly caressing each other. After a while Lance went out
of the room and returned with a light duvet, glasses, and a bottle of
red wine. He settled the duvet around my shoulders and after pouring
the wine went out again. He quickly returned with a plate of
fettuccine in a light tomato sauce. I learned later that it had been
prepared earlier by Mary. We sat together in the firelight eating
slowly off the same plate and drinking the wine.

  During this time I learned that Lance was the quintessential brain
surgeon which explained his apparent wealth. Actually, it didn't, it
turns out that most of that was inherited from his parents who had
both been big in the medical equipment business. His parents had been
in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been run down by an out
of control bus some five years ago. I didn't have the nerve to ask him
his age, but he was actually twenty-eight that night, a good ten years
older than myself. By the firelight, I got my first decent look at
him. He had a fairly light complexion, dark hair, nice teeth, and
pleasant features, and penetrating blue eyes. We were of similar
height, he was just slightly taller at about 180 cm (5 foot 11 inches
for you old timers). Down below he was well endowed as my now relaxing
tunnel could attest. Although his hair was dark, his torso and arms
were largely free of it, although there was some on his legs. His
hands had fairly long delicate fingers bordering on feminine, entirely
appropriate for a surgeon. It turned out that he didn't do much in the
way of actual operations and was more of a consultant for difficult
cases.

  It's harder to say what Lance saw when he looked at me. I'm not so
good at describing myself. I'm blonde, not the platinum kind, more of
a tawny golden color and usually I have my hair to just below the
shoulder. People say I'm pretty verging on beautiful, but I always
thought my mouth is too wide and my nose a little small. Back then I
was quite athletic and I liked the tone of my leg muscles. When
permitted I wear a 38D bra most of the time and at eighteen my boobs
were wonderfully firm and still easily supported their weight despite
my childbirth. Lucy's breast-feeding efforts had permanently bulked up
my nipples, an effect I was quite pleased with.

  Lance coaxed my life story out of me. I explained how my parents had
thrown me a tame sixteenth birthday party, but that the next night I
had snuck out after dark and allowed my loser boyfriend Jeremy to take
my virginity in the back seat of his car. Well, I call him a loser
now, but at the time I thought he walked on water. Jeremy made all
kinds of endearing promises to me and professions of his undying
love. For the month after my sixteenth birthday we had been at it
regularly. At the end of the month, Jeremy had had to return to his
University and I was due back at high school. Then I missed a period
(a menstrual one, not a school one). To start with I wasn't worried
because Jeremy had always used protection and I had occasionally
skipped months in the past. But then stories started circulating that
Jeremy had been mouthing off about fucking me, including how he had
sometimes slipped off the condom without me knowing. My brother,
Steven, was kind enough to tell me as soon as he heard about it, but
pretty soon my then circle of girl-friends were snickering behind my
back. A pregnancy test confirmed my worst fears. I called Jeremy and
he promised me would come down to see me straight away and we could
talk about things. He never arrived. He stopped answering the phone. I
later discovered he had just up and disappeared the day after he found
out I was pregnant. To this day, I don't know what became of him. My
Mother went ballistic when I worked up the courage to tell her, my Dad
less so but he was angry as well. It had been Steven who had
introduced me to Jeremy in the first place, and in the aftermath I was
unfairly toxic to him. End result Mum showed me the door. I never
considered an abortion, I didn't like the idea of it, and I was still
in denial, expecting Jeremy to miraculously show up and make
everything right. Mum, Dad, and my brother Steven came to see Lucy in
the clinic the day after she was born, but I hadn't seen them
since. My Dad secretly put a little money into my account each month
and with additional help from Social Services for single teenage
mothers I had managed to complete high school. So here I was,
eighteen, all but disowned, living alone with a baby in a crummy
one-bedroom flat in a bad neighborhood, and no chance of pursuing my
original dream of studying mathematics and music at uni.

  Lance had been listening attentively, making encouraging noises
whenever I reached a difficult part of the story. We were sitting
together watching the flickering flames, sipping the wine, with the
duvet loosely over our shoulders. Throughout my story, Lance continued
to lightly run the fingers of one hand up and down my calves tracing
the curves of my muscles. His other arm was around my back with the
hand lightly pressing against the swell of my left breast. I was
holding the duvet up with my left hand and my right was loosely in my
lap. As my story began to wind down, his hand on my leg started to
slide further and further up my thighs getting closer the soft cleft
between my legs with each stroke. The fingers of his other hand began
to brush the side of my breast applying slightly more pressure with
each pass. My nipples instantly hardened again and I opened my legs
wider. I was nervous and thinking I needed to stop things progressing
any further, but at that moment he leaned over and brazenly took my
nipple in his mouth. His hand slid right up into my cleft and rubbed
over the sides of my clit causing me shiver in pleasure. Any objection
became academic. My hand went to his manhood which hardened and
swelled further at my touch. It was much thicker than Jeremy's dick
had been and twice the width of my hand in length. He pulled me around
onto his lap and lifted me with his hands until the tip of his penis
was brushing my crevice, all the while sucking my nipple and breast
deeply into his mouth. He moved me backwards and forwards so that his
upstanding member was sliding along my crevice. I was craving for him
to take me but he stayed outside just rubbing. It was agony, I need to
be sated. Then he started lowering me, until just the tip entered me,
then he would lift me off. He did this several times, each time I
would struggle to sink lower onto his shaft, but he persisted in
making me wait. Suddenly he let me go and the full length of his shaft
sank right into me in a single exquisite thrust.

  I came. But he wasn't done. He started to bounce me up and down. On
and on it went, he was relentless. He would alternate between kissing
me, sucking on my tits, and just bouncing me. My breasts were heaving
up and down. It was getting to be too much and I had a film of sweat
over my body. He started getting really energetic using my breasts as
handles to aggressively pull me up and down. Finally he shuddered and
was done. We collapsed sideways onto the rug and I vaguely remember
pulling the duvet over us whereupon I must have drifted off to sleep.

  I slowly came awake thinking I needed to pee, only to feel a cock
buried inside me. It felt like the frustration of waking horny from an
erotic dream, I was very wet down there. A body was spooning me with
an arm around me and fingers lightly rolling and tracing around the
areola of my right nipple. It was very dark, but the glow from embers
of the fire helped remind me where I was. On an intellectual level
this penetration felt like an even bigger violation than when Lance
had first taken me, but oh my, I had never felt quite this level of
desire before. Once Lance knew I was awake his fingers on my nipple
got a lot more insistent, pinching and tugging as he slowly picked up
the pace of his thrusting. I started my own motion doing my best to
meet each incoming thrust. Even so, it was a relaxed love making,
slower than our previous efforts. I just keep rising and rising like a
cello played at higher and higher pitch until the string
snaps. Lance's fingers pinching my nipple got harder and sharper until
it was actually painful and then he would distend the nipple until I
worried it might come off. Snap! My orgasm was like a whip-crack, I
had never before come so hard or with such a sharp edge of
sensation. Lance drove into me a final time and then stilled releasing
my abused nipple. They say sex with a full bladder can be more
intense, but I think waking with a penis already inside and a full
bladder tops that. It turned out I really did need to pee, Lance led
me to the toilet and I think he watched me pee. I was so sleepy. I
remember him picking me up and nothing more until I awoke late the
next morning in a bed with Lucy beside me.

  There was a note on the pillow that I ended up keeping for many
years. It said "Hi L, You're beautiful like your name: 2L>1+0. Work
that out math girl! Back soon. Use whatever you want, clothes in
dryer. L."

  I liked the clever little phallic and yonic references and that fact
that he knew that Linda means beautiful. Lucy woke happy as well, so
we went and found the shower. I was tender down south, Jeremy had
never taken me more than twice in a row and I was out of practice. I
was also anxious about the three loads of sperm that had been dumped
in me, one unexpected pregnancy was more than enough. Still I felt
wonderful, as if months of tension had floated away on the winds of
the storm. It took a while to find the laundry in the big house, but
eventually Lucy and I were dressed and found a mixture of fruit in the
pantry for breakfast.

  Lance arrived back while we were eating, gave me a chaste kiss,
apologized for having been out, thanked for a great night, and said he
knew I would be keen to get home. I just nodded mutely all of a sudden
quite tongue-tied. So he drove me and Lucy home, it was a good twenty
minutes from his house back into the city, plus another ten minutes to
my suburb. This time we were in his Audi with a proper capsule for
Lucy -- he never did tell me where he got the capsule from. He just
smiled when I asked him. I suspect he must have bought it while out in
the morning. I was too embarrassed by the crummy block of flats where
I lived to invite him in. In the afternoon I walked to the pharmacy
and got a plan B with money I didn't have to spare.

  -= The Offer =-

  Most of a week went by and I couldn't stop thinking about Lance and
how different our worlds were. It wasn't the sex, well not just that,
but the whole way Lance had looked after Lucy and me. I decided I
wanted to repay his kindness with a caf\'e lunch, although that was
going to be difficult on my measly budget. It took me a few days to
screw up the courage, find his number at the hospital and call him. He
knew straight away who I was, no he couldn't do lunch the next day,
but how about we take Lucy to the lake for a picnic on Saturday? I was
touched that he had thought of Lucy, and agreed before I realized that
my treat had turned into Lance doing more for us.

  I had thought he'd meant locally at the Lake, but in fact we drove
for about an hour (in the Audi again) up to Batchawana Bay. I had a
carry-pack for Lucy and another bag with the picnic food and other
sundries. Since it was still early we decided to hike along the
shore. Lance insisted on carrying Lucy while I took the back pack with
all the other paraphernalia. We walked along with Lance nattering away
to Lucy and pointing out all the wildlife to her. I'll admit to a
little jealousy at how much attention Lucy was getting, but he would
regularly smile at me and we talked of inconsequential things. After a
long hot walk we came to a secluded area with a nice strip of sand and
a grassy area under some trees for a bit of shade. Lance decided we
should swim to cool off before lunch and I caught him smirking at the
thought I would have to undress. But I already had my sensible
one-piece on underneath so it was only Lance who ended up butt naked.

  We took turns swimming while the other entertained Lucy at the
shore. Back under the shade we had our picnic lunch and a bottle of
bubbly Lance had slipped into the pack. With recharged batteries Lucy
started running around on the sand and grass picking up interesting
rocks, sticks, and other detritus. We were sitting shoulder to
shoulder watching and laughing. Every so often one us would have to go
rescue Lucy when she ventured too far away or down into the
water. Eventually Lucy became tired, lay down on the picnic blanket
and drifted off to sleep.

  I started blathering about how grateful I was about the other day
and this trip. Lance put a finger to me lips and started talking about
how much he adored Lucy and wanted to make sure Lucy and I could have
the life we wanted. He talked about how he wanted me to have the
opportunity to continue my studies at university and to give Lucy a
nice environment in which to grow up. "To be specific, I want you and
Lucy to move in with me, and I'll ensure the pair of your have a good
life. The only thing I want in return is sex, lots of sex, because
you're the most beautiful person I know."

  To be brief, I agreed. The condition of sex seemed like a no brainer
since I had greatly enjoyed our earlier encounter and just thinking
about it was making me wet. I figured if things didn't work out, I
would be able to easily back out at a later time. It was weeks before
I realized the extent to which I had prostituted myself to get the
lifestyle Lance could provide. By then backing out wasn't really a
viable option.  But that was all in the future, on that day at the
lake I was eager in mind and especially body to seal the bargain.

  We started kissing and Lance had a hilarious bulge in his briefs
which was all he had put on after his swim. I used my hands to free
him and started slowly running one of my hands up and down his
shaft. He just kept kissing me running his fingers through my hair. It
got to the point where I wanted him in me, so I lay back and pulled
him down onto me, but a rock jabbed painfully in my back. Once Lance
worked out what the problem was, he had me turn over onto my hands and
knees. He told me that was good, went round behind me and curled over
me. By turning my head we were still able to kiss and he was running
his hands loosely over my body. I could feel his penis probing around
near my behind. All of a sudden he reached down and yanked the
material covering my privates to the side and plunged into me. I
gasped at the suddenness of the penetration and my arms buckled
causing my face to almost hit the sand. Lance steadied me from behind
and started thrusting. Each thrust was knocking me forwards a bit and
so I was slowly slipping away from him. To counter this, Lance reached
round and tore at the front of my suit until he exposed my boobs. He
grabbed onto my breasts and used them to haul me backwards onto each
successive impalement. With each thrust I was encouraging him with
increasingly affirmative noises until with one hand he reached down
and tweaked my clit instantly setting me off. With a final shove Lance
went deep and sent another load of sperm deep into my womb.

  Post coital I started sobbing overcome with emotion from Lance's
proposal and that yet again I had allowed myself to filled with
unwanted sperm. Lance coaxed the problem out of me, and then laughed
saying he wouldn't use condoms because he was essentially infertile,
but that if I was worried I could get a progestin injection.

  -= The Accepted =-

  Our first few weeks together were wonderful. Lance pulled some
strings, got me into Algoma even though summer enrollments were
already complete. His cook Mary developed a liking for Lucy and
happily agreed to extra hours at the house to look after her when I
was at uni and Lance at the hospital. Lance bought me a Fazioli piano
and although my playing ability didn't really do it justice it was
wonderful and Lance liked the sound and would often listen to me play.
He liked to fondle me while I played and it became a contest to see
how long I could maintain some semblance of tune while he caressed or
fingered me.

I mostly drove around in the Lotus and Lance gave me my own credit
card. During those early weeks the sex was also fantastic, Lance was
considerate making sure I came every time and sometimes more than once
in a session. The house was really large and and Lance's early
objective was to do it in every room at least once. But as I became
more and more embedded and dependent on him, the sexual demands
started to tilt more and more to his pleasure and my satisfaction
became secondary.

  His exploitation of me started with oral sex. I'd had no experience
of this with Jeremy, so when Lance first went down on me it was a
delicious and wonderful development. Naturally he wanted me to return
the favor, so I took his cock in my mouth and after a few hesitant
starts got the basics of it. The first few times he only had me lick
and suck him a little to get him really hard before he would quickly
turn me round and plunge into my pussy. But one evening when I was
completely unprepared for it, he came directly in my mouth and I
gagged as his hot emission filled my mouth. I've read that some women
like the taste, but I hated it. The taste reminded me of fish, another
thing I hate, and coupled with the typically tangy smell of his crotch
it was not something I enjoyed or wanted to repeat. Lance seemed to
sense my distaste and take pleasure from it. From then on he was
always wanting blowjobs. The next time when I sensed he was about
come, I pulled back and ended up with his semen all over my face and
in my hair. So the situation was clear, learn to like the taste or end
up with cum all over my face. He'd also put me in situations where I
had no choice but to drink it down. The first time this happened was
at a party thrown by one of new uni friends. Lance pulled me into my
friends bedroom for a blowjob. Not only did I have to get the deed
done quickly before someone came in, if I failed to swallow I would
look rather silly walking through the room with semen all through my
hair. Likewise he would get me to blow him in the car, nearly always
on the way to somewhere, so if I failed to swallow I would look a mess
on arrival or I'd have the job of cleaning up the car the next
day. Every so often I would get it wrong, sometimes with only a slight
splattering of cum on my face, but once or twice with full loads
dumped in my hair. I'd do my best to clean it off with tissues and I'm
not sure if anyone else ever actually noticed.

  Another disturbing development to his oral exploitation was when he
decided it would be fun to have me suck him after having been in my
pussy. If I didn't like his taste, my own was surely no better. But
Lance would ram into my pussy getting me near to climax and then pull
out and push his penis into my mouth. He would alternate several times
and I could never predict whether he would come in my mouth or pussy
or somewhere in between.

  His other main penchant was for my boobs. He would not leave them
alone. At home (and often when out) he required that I did not wear a
bra. This meant he could come up behind me at any time to crop a feel
or tweak my nipples through my blouse or shirt. As time went by he
became rougher and rougher when handling my breasts. He would pinch
the nipples hard, distend them away from my body, bite down on them,
and squeeze my breasts so hard that I regularly ended up with bruises
on them. To my chagrin my body learned to associate this pain with
pleasure. It got to the point that Lance could make me orgasm by his
cruel treatment of my breasts. Less often he would pull out just
before ejaculation and spray semen all over my tits which he would
then rub all over them. He liked to do this in the morning and insist
that I leave then covered in his semen until the end of the day. After
the cum dried this caused my breasts, especially my nipples, to itch
all day long to the extent that I would end up surreptitiously rubbing
and scratching my breasts during classes. This in turn would make me
horny, so that by the time I got home I was ready for Lance.

  This reminds me of an occasion when I complained to Lance that the
lectures of one particular math class were boring. Lance decided he
would come along and see for himself. The lecturer came in and started
to drone on, meanwhile Lance blatantly reached over and undid the
button and zip on my jeans. Lance was on my right and I'm sure the guy
on my left saw what was happening. I tried to move his hand away, but
he was insistent and in the end I had to settle for covering it with
my sweater while he spent the rest of lecture fingering me. He would
slide his fingers lightly around my clit, insert one, two or even
three of them into me, swirl them around, before returning to my clit
again. It was sweet agony trying to control my breathing and
excitement while pretending to take notes. I wanted to come so badly,
but dared not lest I gave myself away to others around me. I managed
to hold off until the end of the lecture and no sooner was last person
was out the door than I shuddered to an awesome orgasm. Lance himself
was rock hard and had me suck him off right there in the lecture
theatre. I knew I would have just moments before the next class
started to arrive. Luckily Lance was close to the edge already and
came in my mouth very quickly.

  -= Socializing =-

  We ended up moving in three main social circles: Lance's colleagues
from the hospital, my fellow students at the university, and the
parents of other children that Lucy had regular contact with. Each of
these groups had quite different social status, but I developed the
skills to mix well with each of the groups.

  Lance's hospital group was by far the most sophisticated of the
three. We purchased a number of elegant gowns so I could be
appropriately dressed for the numerous soirees and dinners held by the
upper echelons of the hospital. Since Lance had a say in my gowns,
most of them were pretty revealing. A lot of the senior doctors and
surgeons were as bold as brass and would regularly want me to dance
with them and were not above trying to brush up against my tits if the
opportunity arose. Lance loved me in those gowns and would take great
pleasure in peeling me out of them, often starting before we made it
home. We would be driving and his hand would reach over and pull the
dress down so that my breasts popped out. If I had a bra on, he would
remove that at well. Mostly this happened at night and was no big
deal, but sometimes it was broad daylight and people would notice when
we stopped at traffic lights or for gas. Each time I would go bright
red and I could hear their crude suggestions from inside the
car. Lance would think it was hilarious and was sure to grab my breast
and point it at the window to give any voyeur a better view. He would
also slip fingers into my vagina as we drove along to ensure I was
very wet and ready by the time we arrived home.

  The uni group was much more of a jeans and T-shirt crowd, although
some of the girls would dress up in their own way for the numerous
alcohol fueled parties that pervade student life. Lance would only
rarely let me wear jeans, instead I had to wear short skirts with
either a loose T-shirt or a very tight boob tube that left my midriff
completely bare. I was not permitted a bra. This wasn't too bad during
summer, but in the other months I was often cold causing my nipples to
harden, leaving little to the imagination for anyone who happened to
glance at my chest.

  Lance had a particular trick that he loved to play. We did this
whenever someone new came into our uni group and it was all the more
fun when other people were in on the joke. Lance would come up
pretending to be a stranger and to incredulous stares would inquire
something like "which of you has the firmest breasts?"  I would of
course reply that he was welcome to test mine. He would slip his hands
up under my shirt or down the top giving me a good squeeze. Often the
newcomer would be rendered speechless by this and nearly all of them
looked embarrassed or shocked. Over time a few of the other regular
girls came in on the joke and Lance would dutifully feel them up as
well. In the end it was surprising how many new girls would allow
themselves to be similarly felt up. In this way Lance became familiar
with the breasts of all my girl friends. Invariably he would announce
that I had won a free fuck and he would walk off pulling me behind him
leaving a gob-smacked newcomer in our wake. He usually meant it as
well, we would move off to a secluded table and he would have me sit
on his lap with his cock buried deep inside me. I would have to wiggle
around until he came.

  The parents group was the least interesting. There was one bitch
called Shelly who was a single mother and worked out that Lance could
be quite helpful. I caught her several times pushing her boobs at
him. Lance pretty much ignored her though. Since he had me for a fuck
toy, I don't think he really felt the need to go elsewhere. It was the
same with my girlfriends, although he would feel up their tits, he
never took it any further.

  The years passed. I graduated, Lucy started school, I completed a
masters, Lance cut back on his hours at the hospital, Lucy moved on to
middle school. There always seemed to be one more thing to keep me
bound to Lance and all the time Lance's exploitation of me became more
demanding. In public we were the consummate couple, but in private I
was a sex slave.

  -= Further Exploits =-

  Lance would typically use me about three times a day. At night I was
required to sleep naked, so that if he woke before me in the morning
he could forcibly enter me. I'm a heavy sleeper and I lost count of
how many times I awoke to his cock already buried inside me. If I
awoke before him, he expected me to wake him by taking him into my
mouth and getting him hard. He would usually come in my mouth. Once
when I forgot to wake him in my special way, he still made me take him
in my mouth but then he pissed into my mouth. I never forgot again
after that. After Lucy was safely in bed at night, he most often would
undress or partially undress me and play with my breasts. About the
half the time he would get excited enough to take me wherever we
happened to be. Usually that meant doggie style on the floor or draped
over a couch or table. The other half of the time we would be in or on
the bed where it was missionary or he would have me mount him either
forwards or backwards. While I came fairly often, my pleasure had long
ceased being of concern to Lance. I was his fuck toy, if I came that
was okay, but the main motivation was always his pleasure.

  One day Lance decided it was time to start exploring my one
remaining virgin hole. He went as far as getting some lubrication and
then forced himself into my anus. I don't care what you read
elsewhere, it was very painful. I was cried through the entire
experience and even now I don't like thinking about it. It was so
humiliating. One he had loosened me up a little he went deeper and
deeper until he had his cock buried right into my behind. He would
make a few strokes, then pull out and ram without warning into either
my cunt or back into my bum. Eventually he came in my anus. The whole
process was repeated a few times over a few months and these were
among my most dreaded sessions. I did whatever I could to encourage
him to use my pussy or my mouth and for the most part it was
successful. I don't think Lance found my anus all that satisfying.

  As I have said he was always after my boobs. One evening I was busy
folding the washing when Lance got that mischievous glint in his
eye. He came over and pulled off my T-shirt -- of course I wasn't
wearing a bra -- and gave my breasts a rough squeeze and suckled on
them until my nipples were good and hard. This was not unusual for
Lance, but then he picked up a clothes pin from the basket and it
didn't take much imagination to realize what he wanted to do.

  I quickly covered my breasts with my hands but it was futile. He
just pulled them out of the way and clipped the peg on my left
nipple. I screeched at the pain and managed to free a hand to claw if
off. Lance just shook his head, picked up the peg and reattached it,
warning me not to remove it again. It was ouchy as hell but I knew
better than to take it off. Lance was just smiling and proceeded to
clip another one on my other nipple. I was squirming around in a
mixture of pain and anticipation. Lance just smiled some more and
instructed me to continue folding the rest of the washing. All the
while the pegs remained on my nipples causing them to throb and redden
at the base as the blood came up against the obstacle. Every so often
Lance would reach over and flick the end of the pegs or caress his
hands across my breasts.

  To my acute embarrassment the pegs made me moist and I really was
like a wanton whore by the time Lance was ready to fuck me. I pounced
onto his cock and took it deep into me, squirming around trying to
mash my clit against him. Meanwhile Lance was tugging on the pegs
until his own pleasure peaked at which point he pulled hard on the peg
distending my teat from my body until the peg snapped off. The pain of
the pegs coming off was much worse than when they were put on. Blood
instantly and painfully returned into the squeezed nipple and it
swelled up like a big juicy strawberry just in time for Lance to bite
down on it as he came. After this first occurrence, pegs became
another regular item in Lance's arsenal.

  After a while Lance purchased some smaller metal clips and a silver
chain to run between them. Although these clips were smaller than the
clothes pin they had stronger springs and nasty little metal prongs
giving them an extra tight grip on my nipples. They were much more
hurtful both when they put on or if they moved. It took all my control
not to shriek as he clamped them on. He would clip them on with the
chain between them and thereafter he could tease both nipples at the
same time by tugging on the chain. Several times he clipped me up and
allowed me a T-shirt over the top. We would then go out to lunch or a
cafe and I would have to endure the clips and curious onlookers who
could see something interesting was going on with my tits beneath my
shirt. Lance could still grab the chain though my shirt and give it a
pull when no one was looking. He would pull the chain then make me go
order coffee or similar. It was so hard to talk normally while wearing
the clips and my voice would invariably come out husky, not out of
sexual desire but merely from trying to breathe through the pain of
the clips. I always approached chain off time with trepidation because
the first few seconds after the clips were removed were always
bad. Worse, if Lance decided to pull the clips off by pulling the
chain it was exquisitely painful as the metal parts of the clips
scrapped across the flesh of my nipples. Their removal was followed by
the blood rushing back into my nipples causing them to swell and
harden like engorged cherries. Lance loved to chew and bite on them in
this hardened state causing me yet more discomfort. Eventually Lance
discovered some other arrangements that were to his liking. He would
clamp one clip on a nipple and the other onto my clitoris. By playing
with my unclamped nipple he could work me up into an intense state
where I would be begging for release. He would mount me without
removing the clips or chain and the extra bumping of his body on my
clipped nipple and clit would send me over the edge.  He also liked to
tit fuck me while I had the chain on. He would lay his dick under the
chain and squeeze my breasts around it. He would do this with my head
bent at a sharp angle so that at the end of his stroke the top of dick
could just reach into my mouth. He would roughly squeeze my breasts
and rub them on his cock as he stroked and I would have to open my
mouth the catch the top of his dick and the inevitable stream of cum
at the end.

  The next development was when Lance acquired a selection of metal
bars and rods from the hospital. These were of the kind normally used
to hold limbs in position for surgery. From these Lance fashioned what
he named the "boob buster". Basically this device encircled my chest
and could pressure my breasts in various ways. By means of wing nuts,
Lance was able to adjust the bars to squeeze my breasts vertically,
horizontally, or even flatten them against my chest. The commonest way
he would use the device had one bar above and one below my
breasts. These he would then squeeze down towards each other trapping
my boobs in between. To start with it was fairly mild, but each time
he used the device his screwing down on the bars became more
aggressive, until it was painful and left scarlet welts across my
breasts. One time I made the mistake of trying to loosen the nuts when
I thought he wasn't looking. I still don't know if he saw me adjusting
the nuts or if he just noticed the tension had lessened. Either way,
he noticed, and made me tighten them further myself. He stood in front
of me saying, "tighter, tighter". My token gesture of tightening them
didn't satisfy him, he spun me around, forced his penis into my pussy
from behind and then proceeded to screw the bars down while fucking
me. It was excruciatingly painful and I had tears in my eyes.

  It was all too much and I made up my mind it was time to end the
arrangement. We had been together for some twelve years by this time
and I was now thirty years old. Twelve years of accepting all of
Lance's sexual whims. Okay, he had kept his side of the bargain as
well, but by my calculation he had used my body well over five
thousand times in those years. I had long since finished my
qualifications and although I was not working I imagined I could get a
job if I tried. Lucy was ready to move on to High School. It seemed
like the right time to leave. Naturally I was quite anxious about
leaving, I had become so dependent on Lance that the idea of trying to
live alone was quite frankly rather scary. When I broached the topic
with Lucy, she went ballistic and said she would much rather stay with
Lance than move out with me. Of course, I couldn't and didn't reveal
Lance's sexual demands to Lucy, that wouldn't have been fair to
her. My own daughter now loved her surrogate father more than her
mother.

  In the end I decided to let things slide until I got could get a
job. For his part, Lance seemed to intuit that the boob buster had
pushed me too far. He stopped using it, although his other relentless
demands including the nipple clips continued unabated.

  Another two years have passed and suddenly I find myself pregnant at
thirty-two. I had long ago stopped the progestin injections because
they lowered my libido. I had stopped worrying about falling pregnant,
but it turns out that Lance isn't completely infertile. I first
realized something was up when my breasts were firmer and warmer than
usual and painful even when lightly squeezed. Of course, the first
time I winced when Lance grabbed one of them he thought it was
hilarious and so now he is meaner than ever with them. To top
everything off I caught Lance watching Lucy (now a delectable sixteen)
in a non-fatherly way. I've got a feeling that as my pregnancy
progresses Lance will look to Lucy to satisfy his needs. I'm at a loss
as to what to do. I will not be able to keep my pregnancy secret from
him for much longer.

L.

linda.stachurski(AT)gmail.com
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