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DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
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THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY FORM.
CHARACTERS PROTRAYED IN THE STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE
FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL PERSON(S), REAL OR
FICTIOUS,  IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE
SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT
CONDONE UNPROTECTED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.
FINGERPRO

FORCED AFFAIRS SERIES	
Jack's Story

Chapter 1: Is Jack Off Today?


	I picked the woman up at her house.  I knew her daughter from
school.  Anyway the first time that I pick her up she's dressed
in a blue wrap skirt and a white blouse.  The blouse is really
nice because her somewhat darker skin tone can be seen under the
blouse and there was a hint of being able to see the roundness of
the bitch's boobs.  The blouse buttons down the front with a lacy
center and is half sleeved.  She's got it buttoned damn near the
top with only a single button left unbuttoned.  Her skirt hugs
her hips and I note that there is a flare to her hips without her
hips dominating the rest of her body.  Her skirt hem is like just
slightly above her knees.  Her exposed legs aren't bad for an
older bitch, especially one that's good at telling other people
how they don't measure up, and the heels she's wearing are too
flashy and they are obviously higher than she's used to.  The
reason I thought that at the time was because she wobbled a
little as she walked and when she came down her porch steps she
almost lost her balance.  Still the jiggle show under the blouse
was worth the price of seeing her in the higher than her normal
heels.

The first thing this old broad says to me when she gets into my
car is,
"Do you know I'm being blackmailed into doing this?"
"Sure," I answered, and I had, cause Bernie had told me all about
the old bitch.
But, I'm thinking, she ain't so bad a looking bitch for as old as
she is.  Nice looking legs, tits stuck out pretty good too.  She
saw me staring at her titties, and her face went red.
"I don't like going out with you .... kids," she says as she gets
into the car and hugs her side of the car.
"Well now," I say to her, "I was told by Bernie that you'd be
real friendly like, Mrs. Bergman, and right now I'd say you
aren't being too friendly."
	She chewed on her lower red lip stick covered lip a little
nervously, realizing I ain't that pleased with the way she is
acting, and said,
"I-I'm sorry...it-it's just been a long day and..."
"Shut up Mrs. Bergman," I said cutting her off and watch while
she blushes.  She's mad now.  Too fucking bad, I think as I think
about calling it all off and telling Bernie that his old bitch is
got too big a mouth on her; it was going all the time.
"I know you don't do this without being told to.  I know you're
being forced into it.  But I was told you would be nice.  You
gonnah be a nice married lady or not?"
I ask her.  Bernie told me that he could make the woman's life
hell on earth.  He knew what I liked and didn't like when he told
me that too.
	She looks at me, still red, and says,
"I-I'll be nice."
"I was told you'd be with me all day, that so?"
"Yes, yes it is Jack."
"I asked you before," I said wanting to rub it in, and not
starting the car, "if you were going to be a nice married lady
and you said you'd be nice."
"Yes, tha-that's what I said Jack."
"An old bitch like you ought to consider it an honor for a young
stud like me showing you any attention at all, wouldn't you say,
Mrs. Bergman?"
	She blushed again.  I couldn't tell if she was mad or what but
she said,
"I-I'm glad you want to be ... you want to show me some
attention."
"Good.  If you mean that Mrs. Bergman show me your pussy."
	I hadn't started the car, and I was still sitting in her
driveway.  She blushed red looking at me.  I saw a tear come to
her eye as she swallowed, and then turned in her seat and lifted
her left foot up on the seat.  This split her skirt apart and
when she turned in the seat so that she was facing me I could see
her twat.  I can't help but think how often a guy like me gets a
chance at a snotty older cunt.  Not too often, especially when we
both knew that her husband and me didn't get along at all!
"Better.  Now you can stay like that, or you can tell me you were
just feeling like the slut you looked like, and scoot over here.
You make sure you cross your legs though, and you start feeling
up my dick and keep it hard too, you got it Mrs. Bergman?"
	She put her leg down and said,
"I've got it Jack," then she slid so she was real close to me,
and said,
"I-I'm sor-sorry for acting like the .... slut I .... looked
like, Jack."  I could tell she was really miffed at being forced
into saying that to me.  Bernie said she'd be reluctant to
cooperate at first and I told Bernie that as long as I got a
chance to be alone with her I'd take care of her reluctance.
	She crossed her legs, and made sure the skirt opened to near the
top of her thigh.  Nice thigh I thought.  Her fucking legs were
really nice come to think of it .  I was starting the car as I
felt her left hand squeezing my dick.
	Up to the time she showed me her pussy I wasn't sure that all
Bernie told me was the truth.  Seeing her shaved crotch told me a
lot, and now, with her fingers rubbing my dick I knew for sure
she was being forced into this.  She wasn't the type to go around
feeling up teenager cocks or to let guys like me run their hands
up and down her exposed thighs.  Her thighs were really firm,
surprised the hell out of me, but I remember thinking 'Shit this
old broad is going to be more fun than I thought'.
	I drove the five miles over to the shed where I could get
started on her.  She was going to be busy with some of my friends
later, but she didn't know that yet.  On the way over I had a
chance to look at her titties under her blouse.  They bounced
real nice.  This was going to be fun.  I liked girls, and women
with big jugs, and Bernie told me she had thirty eight triple 'D'
cup titties!  The top of her right thigh was firm too.  Felt real
good.  I enjoyed sliding my hand back and forth pushing her skirt
hem a little higher with every stroke at first.  Then later I
just played with her inner thighs some, just to let her know that
I was in charge.  I have to admit that the garter belt supported
hose she wore were a turn on.  I mean, broads just don't wear
them too often any more, and it was a real pleasure sliding my
hand from the silky softness of the hose covered thigh to the
naked flesh, feeling the tautness in her inner thighs.  I knew it
gave her some amount of distress too because she whimpered a
little as I continued to fondle those tight inner thighs as I
drove down the road.  Then too, I thought she looked better with
the wrap skirt high up rather than down around her knee's. 
Besides it was important that a snotty uppity bitch like her knew
she was being told what to do.  I parked the car, and she looked
at the house and said,
"Is this where you want to be at, Jack?"
"Yeah.  You got my dick nice and hard too."
	She blushed continuing to rub.
"When I give you a compliment like that, bitch, I want a reply,
understood?"
"Yes.  Didn't you want your ... penis hard?"
"Yeah," I said feeling her left soft tit up, "I did."
	God is it big!  Cupping the tit through her blouse allows me to
feel the shape of the torpedo like mound.  I can also feel her
nipples under the blouse and it's getting real hard from my
touching.  I know this is a natural response, not because she
likes me or anything, only because she is responding.  It does
tell me though that she's got feelings, and can respond.
	I kissed the older married bitch on the lips.  She let me.  She
didn't respond, but she kept rubbing my hard on.  She did have
real soft lips though.  Nice.  While I was kissing her I thought
of what her old man would say if he saw us together.  Her old man
really hated my guts.  That's why feeling her firm thighs and
kissing her were such a turn on because I knew that under almost
any other circumstances this would never happen and if it did I
would be accused of rape.  I continued to feel her tit up and
said,
"How big are these, tits of yours?"
"I ... my cup size is triple 'D'" Jack."
	I grinned, and she blushed,
"Just the important stuff, eh?" I asked as I squeeze a tit,
feeling her nipple respond under the blouse, "you get turned on
when a guy feels your jugs up?"
"Yes ... as ...long-long as they're not too rough Jack."
	I deliberately catch her hard nut like nipple between my thumb
and forefinger as I twist and pinch it, and she winces.
"Do you mean like that, Mrs. Bergman?" I ask deliberately putting
emphasis on her married title.
"Ye-yes, Jack, tha-that hurts."
"Got your nipple hard though, bet your pussy got wet too."
"A little."
"So you do like it rough?"  I asked her this as I pushed her big
tit around on her chest and she continued to please me by
stroking my hard on under my pants.
"Sometimes, yes Jack."
	I kiss her again, feeling up her other tit roughly.  I pushed it
around pretty good under her blouse.  She opens her mouth and
lets me push my tongue in her mouth.  I kind of get the
impression she likes being felt up with a rough touch.  She ain't
a bad bitch for forty three!  I break away from kissing her but
kept my hand cupping a tit and say,
"My friends say you're a PT."
"A what?" she asks with a frown.
"A prick teaser.  The way you walk around and bounce all the
time."
"I-I can-can't help the size of my breasts, Jack."
"When you're with me, bitch, call 'em tits or jugs, ok?"  I ask
this as I squeeze one.
"Yes Jack."
"Then say it right, like the good married slut that you are."
"I can't help the size of my .. tits Jack."
	So she don't like the term jugs either I think as I play with
those mounds and actually push them around and pinning them
together trapping part of the blouse between the new cleavage of
my moving those mounds under the top of the blouse.  Her nipples
are very obvious now as projections on top of her tits and a lot
darker than the rest of her tit under the blouse.
	I pinched the other tit, looking at the clock on the dashboard
as I did so.  I still can't get over the idea that this older
woman's tits are really big!  The clock indicates it's just
before eight in the morning.  All day long, is the thought, that
runs through my mind as I think of some really nasty things I can
do to this older bitch's tits.  God the tit feels good as I rub
it, and squeeze it.  Big titted women really turn me on
especially when I can feel their tit flesh between my fingers
when I squeeze the love melons.
	I reluctantly let her jug go, and get out of the car.  I tell
her to scoot out on my side. I wait while she scoots out on my
side, her pussy getting exposed again as the skirt climbs up over
the tops of her hose and almost clears her round ass.  She pushes
the skirt hem back into place as she stands up.
"Let's go inside for a while, ok Mrs. Bergman?"
"What ever you say, Jack," she says to me, but turns and reaches
back into the car grabbing her purse, before she turns back and
starts walking to the shed that leads to the work shop.
	The shed's got this big double size window.  I make sure the
curtains are open.  Inside there's a table, five wooden chairs,
two lazy boy style chairs, a sofa, a coffee table in front of the
couch and covered with mechanical and girlie magazines and a cot.
 She goes first, and I don't mind this time.  I get to see her
ass and her legs.  Not bad.  I ain't no leg man but this woman's
calves are highly accented; I mean they weren't flat like some of
the young girls I went out with and they were flabby like some of
the teachers I been around, but they have a curvy form that
really is awesome to look at.  I continue to wonder, cause she
might be forty three but she looks a lot younger.  I close the
door, as she stands uneasily off to one side, clutching her purse
and knowing that she's about to become a toy.  Then I walk over
to the chair close to the window and sit down.  I light up a
cigarette, and say,
"So dance for me, in place Mrs. Bergman, I want to see them tits
of yours bounce around some."
	Once again I put emphasis on her married title.  It kind of
gives me a thrill to give the older woman orders, and then watch
how she acts to what I say
	She swallows nods, then remembers to answer me, and says,
"All right Jack."
	She sets her purse down on the table and starts to swing her ass
real attractively.  Then she wiggles her shoulders and I can see
her tits swinging under the blouse.  Real nice.  She might be
chubby, but shit she looks nice now.  She's got a belly on her,
and it shows as she rotates her hips standing in place because
the skirt tightens around her middle.  It tightens around her top
too, and that's need because the shape of her big tits is shown
with the tightening of her top which stretches the buttons to the
limit even exposing some cleavage as she continues to gyrate in
front of me.
"Come on over here and dance in front of me," I say as I watch
her get closer highly aware of the window.  She's putting on a
good show.
"Open the blouse, and keep dancing, bitch."
	It's obvious she doesn't want to.  Her fingers tremble as she
opens the blouse.  There's like five buttons that are buttoned
from the top down to her waist.  She looks out the window, not
wanting to look at my face cause I knew I was really leering.  I
look outside too, and see Bob,  the older guy that lives across
the alley leaning on his chain link fence.  He's not really
looking over at the big picture window, until he spots the blue
color of the woman's skirt and the flash of her white blouse.
	When she first opens the blouse at the top I get to see the bra
without cups for the first time.  It makes her big boobs rounder,
but because her jugs are so fucking big they still jiggle towards
each other.  The neat part is that even though she's older, and
her tits are bulky and really big the mounds don't sag, and they
don't look like a fatty's tits.  Her nipples actually point up
and out, and the skin of her tit flesh is tight with no wrinkles,
or sign of the age that I know she is.  I was to find out later
that the "nude" bra she was wearing made her nipples do that;
normally the sheer size of her jugs forced her nipples to point
downwards.
	She blushes, cries, and looks out the window seeing Bob leaning
on the fence.  She opens her blouse pulling it out of the waist
band of her skirt.  She keeps on with the wiggle jiggle dance,
the side panels of her blouse protecting her, but her blouse
obviously open to me, and to anyone looking in from the side
could see she was holding her blouse open and away from her body.
"You got nice tits, Mrs. Bergman." I tell her as I rub my really
hard dick now.  She does have a nice set too.  She blushes some
more, her face now really red.  I can't tell if it's because
she's mad, or just embarrassed.
"Tha-thank you Jack," she responds continuing to provide a jiggle
and wiggle dance.  I can't help but grin as I say,
"Dance without the blouse and skirt, baby."
"Bu-but the window's open!", she exclaims looking out and seeing
Bob out there.
"So you give old Bob a show, strip cunt!", and saying the word
'cunt' she knows that I'm not pleased with the way she fights my
commands.  The old bitch actually flinched when I called her
that.  It's still fun to command her though, even if she does
fight it some.
"Plea-please Ja-Jack, no.  Please don't make me do that!" she
exclaims still not doing it either.
	I look at her a minute and then say,
"Do it, slut, and lock your hands behind your neck when you do. 
Then just because you make me say things twice, face the window
and give old Bob over there a really nice freebie, make them
melon tits of yours bounce back and forth!"
	She takes off the blouse real slow, evidently not realizing she
turns me on even more doing it that way.  She puts the blouse
over the back of one of the wooden chairs, then slowly removes
the skirt too bending forward and letting her big jugs swing away
from her body.  Then she comes back and stands in front of me,
and the open window is to her left as she locks her fingers
behind her neck and puts on a real wiggle show for me and old
Bob.  Of course old Bob can only see from across the way, a
distance of may twenty five feet, but he still can see her entire
left tit as it wiggles while she dances for me.
	I had been thinking of using the big vibrator on her, but I
reject that now because my hard on is getting really hard.  I
watch her as she openly starts to cry now, obviously devastated
by what I'm telling her to do.  I still find it incredible that
the older bitch will do whatever I say.  It's a turn on just
watching her do this, because I know she doesn't want to.  Then I
see her sob, as she turns and does the same thing facing the
window.  Her big right tit is really jiggling now as she wiggles
her upper body.  Bob is getting a real show.  I look over and see
the older guy is smoking his cigarette but he's rubbing his
crotch as he watches
She's wearing tan colored hose that ride her thigh high up,
almost three quarters of the way up her thigh.  As she dances I
can see the pull that the tight, short strapped, black garter
belt puts on her hose.  Her hose actually move a little up and
down her thigh as she dances.  The black straps of the garter
belt actually highlight her white ass cheeks really nice and it's
obvious that even though she may be distressed by what she's
being told to do by me that there's some moisture build up on her
shaved crotch.
	Bob can't see her twat, cause the window sill isn't low enough.
	I reach out and rub her naked ass cheek, and I hear a sob come
from her throat above me.  I pulled on the taut garter belt strap
and released it as the strap snapped back against her skin with a
smacking sound.  I grin, and then say,
"You want to stop, bitch?"
"Ye-yes Jack, " she sobs, " I-I want to st-stop."
"Ask me nice, and maybe I'll let you."
"Plea-please let me stop, please, Jack!"
"Let your tits hang out over the window, yeah support them like
that with your arms, yeah not bad, not bad at all.  Still want to
stop, Mrs. Bergman?"
"Plea-please Jack, plea-please le-let me sto-stop," she stammers
as she half sobs doing what she had been told to do.
"Then stop.  Get down on the floor, on your back."
	She stops and quickly drops to the floor.  She looks up at me as
she gets down first on her left side, then on her back.
"Now lay so that your heels touch my shoes," I say, and watch as
she scoots to obey.
"Good," I say, looking at her nearly nude chubby body, "now, real
slow bring your heels up until the back of your heels touch your
ass cheeks."
	The woman whimpers but obeys, her arms laying out to her sides.
The wooden floor is cool, and her nipples are standing straight
out from her white tits which have no tan lines at all.  The
sheer size of her tits makes them fall back on her body, but they
still look big because she is a thirty eight triple 'D' size
woman.
	I can barely see her nipples now because she keeps her knees
together laying there on the floor in front of me.  I look out
and see Bob go inside.
"Now, bitch, open your knees as wide as you can.  See if you can
put the sides of your knees on the floor without moving your
feet."
	She winces trying to obey.  She can't get her knees that far
apart.  It's enough though to see her pussy lips spread.
	I tell her to reach down with both hands and hold open her pussy
for me.
She blushes, the blush starting at her neck and running up her
face until her cheeks are red, as she moves her arms trapping her
big tits between her upper arms and reaches down to her crotch. 
She swallows, and closes her eyes as she pulls her pussy lips
apart.  She's pink inside, and there is some glistening to the
sides of her pussy.  So!  She's turned on a little.  Good, I
think.  I look over at the coffee table and say to her to roll
over clean off the magazines then lay on the coffee table face
up.  She looks at the table to her right, frowns, then lets go of
her pussy lips and rolls over to her right, and gets up on her
knees.  Her ass is pointed towards me, and she's within range of
the old coffee stained coffee table.  She uses her right hand
lifting her left arm and exposing a huge dangling tit as she
swipes the magazines in one swoop off the top of the table which
is about two feet off the floor.  She looks back and me and half
frowns then comes to her feet.  She turns facing me and gingerly
lowers herself to the middle of the table, as if she were not
sure the table would support her weight.  It does so easily. 
Reassured, she sizes the table up, then lays down.  The table is
only about three feet long, so her back, neck, and head are
supported.  Her ass cheeks almost come to the end of the table. 
She lays there until I tell her to open her legs, and reach down
again to hold open her pussy.  I can't see her pussy this time,
but I can see how her big tits get pinched between her arms and
they jiggle as she positions herself according to my commands. 
She's got a funny look on her face like she's not sure what's
going to happen next.  When I don't say anything she stares at
the ceiling as she continues to lay there.
	I tell her I want her to play with her pussy until it's making
sloppy noises.
She cries as she starts.  Then she looks over at me when I stand
up and walk over to look at her finger fucking herself.  I walk
around to the front of the table and go between the table, and
the couch.  The other side is blocked because her foot is resting
on the floor.  Her right leg blocks entering, and I like the way
she's laying and don't want to disturb it.  I sit down on the
center cushion of the couch, and reach out to play first with her
right tit, then her left, twirling each nipple.  She closes her
eyes, evidently stimulated.  I squeezed one breast once again
amazed by how firm she was for as old a woman as she was.  I took
off my shirt.  I was taking off my pants when she looked at me by
raising her head so that she could see what I was doing even if
it was upside down.  As soon as she saw me she went back to
staring at the ceiling.  Her pussy was really making squishing
sounds as she worked herself.
	Naked I walked over to the couch again.  I went down to my
knees, and with my right hand played with both her tits again,
while with my left I stroked my seven inches of hard flesh.  Then
I moved my dick up to her chin and rubbed her chin with my dick
head.  She didn't say anything.  I rubbed her cheek with my dick
head.  It felt soft, warm and pliant.  Then I deliberately lay my
throbbing erection across her lips.  She kept her mouth shut.
"I know you sucked cock before Mrs. Bergman, because Bernie told
me you did."
	She stared at me.  My prick continued to lay over her closed
mouth.
"Open your mouth Mrs. Bergman," I said and again put emphasis on
her married title.  A tear escaped her right eye, as she opened
her mouth and I slid my dick head into her warm, wet mouth.  Her
eyes widened.  She didn't suck.  I didn't ask her to, and really
I didn't care if she did or not.  I was going to fuck her mouth.
Besides the look on her face was quite a turn on as I slid half
my erection into her warm wet mouth sliding past her teeth and
over her tongue watching as her jaw dropped open to accommodate
my pole.  Her lips stretch to a thin red line around my shaft and
her arm came up just for a second before she dropped it again and
I continued to stare down into her face with only about a quarter
of my cock in her mouth.  I wanted to cum in her throat.  Shit, I
never made it!  Just sliding in and out of her mouth a couple
times, the look on her face, the noise of her wet pussy, and
feeling her tits up made me go over the edge as I groaned and
unloaded inside her mouth.  She choked as my cum splattered the
back of her throat and went down.  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  I wanted
to deep throat her the first time.  It wasn't to be.
	I had her stand up then and take off the cup less bra, and walk
over to the cot.  She knew I wanted to fuck her even though I
didn't say anything.
	The cot was against the wall that was the separation between the
living area and the work shop, which she would see later;
although at the time she didn't know that.
	I walked over to the cot, seeing her laying there, and quickly
got between her legs.  I slid my now erect dick head into her
very wet opening, but I didn't push in just yet.  Reaching
forward with both hands I cupped her big tits feeling her hard
nipples on my palms as I lowered myself down using my arms as
levers, while at the same time slowly pushing into her wet, but
very tight pussy.  I pushed in slowly but steadily, and she
groaned but I thought the groan was more from pleasure than from
pain, as my rod slid all the way in until I felt my balls bounce
on her firm ass cheeks.  I pushed the last half inch in, feeling
how her pussy wrapped around my rod, how snug and tight she was
and yet warm and soft.  She moaned and thrust her hips towards
me, as I ground my groin into her, and squeezed her tits.  I
kissed her then, and expected to get some resistance but was
surprised that her lips and mouth were warm and inviting.  She
wanted me!  I pumped in and out of her pussy for possibly a good
ten minutes savoring the feeling of her body, and the jiggle of
her tits as I fucked her.  Then I knew I wanted to rapid fuck her
so I started with my full length power strokes.  Strokes that
sent the head of the cot slamming against the separation wall
with a thud, strokes that made her groan and moan and thrust back
at me.  As I continued to hump her the solid thrusts causing
thumps on the wall started to sound like someone pounding in
nails.  I was pounding instead the older married woman's pussy
and she was responding.  I held off as long as I could, and just
before I couldn't hold off any longer she broke away from my kiss
and screamed out,
"Oh god!  Oh god yes!  Yes!  I-I'm cumming!  Fuck me!  Fuck me! 
That's it...
Fuck me good Jack, oh god yes!  Almost there...Fuck me, fuck me,
yes yes yes yes yesyesyesyes!"
	As she came so did I.  My balls felt like they were bursting and
my cock almost hurt as I felt the first full load of cum spurt
from inside me to deep inside her.  The first, second, and third
ejaculations of my overworked senses were enough to make me
wonder if I was peeing inside her instead of cumming because
there was a fourth and five ejaculation like I never had had
before.
She collapsed under me, sighed, and I saw she had fainted.  I was
too pooped to continue anyway, and pulled out of her saturated
pussy.  My dick made a popping noise as I separate from the
tightness of the older married woman's fuck hole.

	While she was out of it I decided to do some things I always
wanted to do to a woman; especially those better than thou types
that act so fucking stuck up and yet are no better than I am. 
She didn't know that I had invited my friends over, but that was
still hours away and there was plenty of time to let her feel and
know just what I thought of an old cunt like her.  I rolled her
over on her belly and flopped her hands behind her back securing
the woman's wrists in place with a set of heavy duty handcuffs. 
I tightened the cuffs down so that she had some wiggle room left
in the bindings but not much more.  Next I placed a set of ankle
shackles on her nylon hose covered ankles.
Then I tied a rope to the ankle shackles and pulled on the pulley
enhanced rope to get the old broad off the bed and in the air.  I
was glad I used a pulley system cause it was still difficult to
get all of her up there from a dead weight off the bed.  Her body
swung limply and I chuckled as her head bounced against the wall
spinning her body around with her big tits falling towards her
head which was now upside down.  I then got a towel and cleaned
off her snatch some from the sperm and her own goo.  After that I
got a nice big vibrator, jelled it up some, then slid it into the
old bitch's cunt and turned it on.  It started to hum merrily and
I knew when she woke up there were some things she would
experience right off the bat.  Anyway I hoisted her a little
higher and shoved a rag that I had just used to clean off my own
dick into her mouth being careful not to force her tongue back
into her mouth.  I used a bandana to tie the rag in place over
her mouth distorting her round cheeks slightly out of shape from
the tightness of the cloth bandana.
	Next I went to work on her massive and very attractive tits.  I
got a hard on as I put a rope around her left tit tightening the
rope with two windings until the blood was slightly cut off from
her big tit.  Her nipple got really hard and fat while her tits
started to turn a pink color.
	When she came around it took her a while to realize what had
been done to her and then she went wild.  It was a sight seeing
that broad wiggle and turn trying to free herself and then
finally stopping as she sobbed just hanging there upside down.  I
had been thinking about using a belt on her but I decided that my
hand was better and besides the lasting impression that she would
have of my hand on her tortured tits would remain with her for
some time in the future.  I walked into her field of vision and I
really believe the woman growled at me.  Her growl changed to a
howl though when I slapped her now blue tits with my hand feeling
their twin hardness under my palm as my hand made the only noise
in the room other than her sobs.  I worked the vibrator back and
forth and saw she was turned on and that just by moving the long
fake cock in and out of her stretched pussy her hips churned in
direct response.  A couple more slaps to her firm white ass
cheeks left my hand prints on her ass cheeks as they glowed red.
Her howls increased through her gag.  Her tits were too blue for
my hand marks to show but I slapped them too just for good
measure.  It felt good to feel her now hard, blood engorged tits
with the palm of my hand then grabbing a big nipple and twisting
it with a good deal of force.  It was about the fifth or sixth
time that I did this that she finally passed out allowing me to
reposition her again.
	I lowered her to a four wheel dolly like wagon.  I detached the
rope and wheeled the naked older woman into another room in the
shed.  This room was sound proofed.  She'd be yelling in this
session I knew.  Besides, there were a couple of goodies I had in
the room that I wanted to try out.  The first was a stock.  It
was designed to hold the victim's head and wrists at the same
height.  The stock had rings in it so I could position her any
way I wanted.  I rolled her off the dolly and unfastened her
wrists then her shackles.  She was still unconscious as I lifted
her head and placed it in the grove of the stock.  I did the same
with her wrists then got the other half of the stock and
positioned it over the first securing head and wrists in place. 
Then I did the same thing to her feet with a wooden stock
designed for ankles.  Next I hoisted the stock up and with it
came her body.  Her chin hit the stock and supported her weight
and kept her from choking.
I moved the bench into position on the floor and locked it down
then moved the still limp woman so that her nylon covered legs
were up against the legs of the bench.  Now by lowering and
tightening the head portion of the stock she was bent over.  Her
tits dangled attractively from her body and her firm ass
stretched even tighter in the new position.
	When she returned to consciousness she started to sob.  I got up
and went around in front of her so that she could see me take my
belt off.
"Oh god no!  Please no!" she begged realizing what I had in mind.
	I didn't say anything as I walked around behind her.  God her
ass cheeks looked nice.  I doubled the belt and then raised my
arm.  I brought the belt down square across her round ass cheeks,
the belt swishing in the room air as it moved and making a
resounding slapping sound after hitting the surface of the
woman's up turned ass.  Her shriek filled the sound proofed room
nicely.  I left two very nice red welts across both ass cheeks
before moving around to the other side and repeating the process.
 Her ass cheeks now had red 'X's' on them, double red 'X's'. 
Then, while she was still sobbing I removed the old vibrator and
replace it with one that vibrated and twisted.  She groaned as I
slipped the bigger vibrator into place and she felt it move up
inside her.
	For as old a bitch as she was, I expected Mrs. Bergman's ass
hole to be looser than what it was.  She was a tight one!  She
screamed, of course, as I shoved my own pleasure rod into her
rectum.  Very few broads like it up the ass, and Mrs. Bergman
definitely was one of those that didn't like it, judging by the
howls, screams, twisting, and the sheer effort she made to get
away from my penetrating cock.  It was one of the most intense
feelings I'd ever felt as I slammed my cock deep into her rectum
feeling the vibrations of the vibrator in her pussy as I fucked
her ass.  Still, pumping my cock back and forth in the tightness
of the older woman's rectum was a turn on because this woman gave
me nothing but problems before and now she was getting a serious
problem up her ass and she couldn't do a thing about it.  As I
fucked her ass I used her bouncing swinging tits as handles and
this made her howl and shriek all the more.  The bitch didn't
realize that her crying and screaming was music to my ears.  I
was causing her the grief this time and not the other way around.
 She was screaming and crying as I felt myself cum without any
control.  I shot my load deep into the older married woman's ass
and as the second ejaculated load followed the first I realized I
didn't care that much for ass fucks myself.  She didn't faint
this time so it made it a little more difficult for me to
position her and she was now fighting my efforts to reposition
her calling me a dirty filthy bastard and all kinds of terrible
names.  I grinned.  Before I was done with her she'd have not
only better control over her mouth but more respect for what can
happen to mouthy bitch's that like to push people around.
	I had her positioned in such a way that she was sitting at a
table.  Her big jugs were supported by the table which I could
raise or lower by telescoping rods which supported the table.  I
brought out my big black mallet.  It was obvious what I intended
to do with the mallet and she wailed, pleading and begging me not
to use the mallet on her exposed tits.
"Plea-please Ja-Jack," she sobbed, "I-I've done everything you
wanted.  Why this? Why?  Plea-please no Ja-Jack!"
	I raised the mallet.
"Please, oh god, please no.  I'll do anything, act anyway you
want, anything for god's sake don't please god don't!"
	I brought the mallet swiftly down and she screamed.  The mallet
stopped just short of her tits as she continued to forcibly sit
there and sob seeing that the head of the mallet was just inches
above her naked exposed tits.  I parted her tit flesh with my
hand and pushed the mallet between them with the handle sticking
up.  She was sobbing as I sat down opposite to her and reached
across the table to hold and fondle a big round nipple, her left
one.  Her nipple swelled in my hold and she half sobbed looking
at me past the mallet handle which was right in front of her
face.
"Listen to me slut.  Listen good.  You agree or I use the mallet
on them big tits of yours.
First I want a promise from you that whenever, wherever, I ask
you for a blow job you give it to me and that includes beyond
today or the next time we have a session you'll be back here and
I won't be making agreements with you."
"Yes, of course Jack, I said anything, that's-that's what I
meant."
"In public I'm a 'Sir' or 'Master' whichever you prefer."
"Ok," she responded.
	I switched to the other nipple and said,
"Before today's over you will blow me in front of your husband."
"Plea-please Jack....alright, alright."
"While your sucking my cock in front of him or anyone else you
will act like your cumming."
	A tear formed in her eye as she nodded and said,
"Ye-yes Jack."
"If I call you a slut in public I expect you to act like one
around me.  That means I can touch, fondle and feel you up as
well as tell others they can do the same."
"Oh..oh god...alright Ja-Jack."
"Lastly, I want to fuck your mouth.  You will ask me to do this."
"Yes Jack," she responded.
	At ten thirty that morning she was released from her bonds and
was laying on the mat next to the locked door leading out into
the work shed.  She was nude.  I fondled a left tit then a right
as I straddle her chest, my prick inches from her lips.  Her
tongue was out of her mouth and actively licking my cock head
driving me wild with desire.  She appeared to be wanting it,
which is what I wanted from her.  I put my meat into her mouth as
her tongue backed off, and as I watched her jaw drop and the
muscles in her jaw extend themselves.  She licked the underside
of my cock as I slid it down her tongue towards the back of her
mouth.  I leaned forward positioning myself over her with a
quarter of my cock in her mouth.
"Ok bitch when I put my cock down in your throat you'll gag. 
That's normal, just remember to suck, ok?"
	She nodded.
	I slapped a tit and looked her in the face and said,
"Always answer a question, slut, whether there's a cock in your
mouth or not.  I don't care if it sounds like gibberish you
answer, got it bitch?"
"Wes," she said around my cock.
"Suck damn it!"
	She slurped as she sucked and I made her gag as I put half my
length in her mouth and entered her throat.  Her throat
contracted and expanded on my big prick and the more I pushed
deeper the more her contractions came as she gagged and was
actually pushing at me.  I pulled out a little and she sucked
furiously.  I knew what she was trying to do, make me cum early.
This time it wasn't going to happen.  I penetrated again half way
and then a little further as she squirmed beneath me, her
nostrils flaring in her breathing attempts her sucking efforts
reduced to licking the underside of my erection.  A little more
went down the woman's throat and I realized she was probably
going to have a very sore throat after this.  It still felt good
though and Mrs. Bergman looked especially attractive bouncing
around on the mat beneath me as she tried to get over the gag
reflex caused by my penetrating cock.  More meat, more gagging. 
I didn't get my cock into her mouth the whole way this time
either, but the look of sheer horror on her face and her wide
spread eyes more than made up for it as I groaned and unloaded
several ejaculations deep in her throat and heading for her
belly.

Chapter Two: Bobbing Heads

	By noon she was hoarse and dressed.  She knew because I had told
her that we were going over to see Bob and she was going to be a
"nice married lady" around me and Bob.  I had her get down on all
fours before we made the short little walk over to Bob's place. 
At first, I think, she thought that was how I wanted her to go
over to Bob's place but I wasn't to that point yet.  I got down
between her legs behind her and lifted her skirt placing it on
her back as she turned her head to see what I was doing.  I knew
she had felt suddenly exposed and she was, her cunt lips were
large and she looked more than a little ready.  I definitely was
ready as I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock.  I penetrated
her pussy from the read without preamble.  I slid my rod up and
down her slit feeling the slickness of it and hearing her moan
from up front.  Then I slid my cock head into her pussy from the
rear.  Her hot box engulfed my prick head and it felt really
good.  I leaned over her back and reached down to fondle her
dangling tits covered only be her blouse.  I played with those
tits as I slid three quarters of my length into her and she
actually moaned and wobbled her hips from side to side as my cock
slid around in her tight but well lubricated channel.  I pushed
all the way in and groaned myself, then I began pumping in and
out of her.  It wasn't long before I came in Mrs. Bergman's pussy
yet another time.
	As I pulled out of her she dropped her shoulders and head to the
floor gasping in pleasure and at the same time embarrassed.  I
pulled out of her as my cum oozed out of her slit.  She looked
back at me and said,
"Jack, can I get cleaned up?"
"No, stay as you are slut."
	She was quiet.  I knew she didn't like being called 'slut' but I
knew too that she was aware that I wanted her to be messy this
way before going over to see Bob.
	Bob had always told me he could make any woman cum with his
tongue.  Maybe he'd have a surprise this time, I thought with a
chuckle.

.....to be continued
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