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WAITING FOR MY HUSBAND?

The following story in no way reflects any situation other than some disturbing thoughts that run through my head.

Damn! It is only 2 o'clock. Bill will not be home from work for another 3 1/2 hours. I have been waiting by the door for him since noon. You see Bill and I have a very unusal relationship.

He works hard all day at the local university. He is no where near the top of the ladder so he has to take orders all day. When he gets home he wants to be in charge and making all the decisions. That is where I come in.

First let me tell you about us. We are NOT married! Technically we are not even dating. He pays me to take care of his house and his needs. I am paid just enough to survive, Bill does not want me becoming independent. Bill is 38 years old and in great physical shape. I am 19 years old and also in exceptional shape.

The truth is, I keep a lousy house. Bill wants me because I have agreed to give myself to him sexually. I have agreed not to argue and never to say no. Bill is very sexual and insists on some sort of sexual play at least three times a day. That is not to say we have sex. many times it is nothing more than a massage for him or sometimes it consists of a blow job.

As a matter of fact, for the past two months, a day has not gone by that Bill has not wanted his morning wake-up blow. I am to awaken at 6:00 am (without an alarm). The proceedure, while redundant, never seems to dull for Bill. Each morning my breakfast consists of swallowing several loads of his cum.

Bill is in fine shape and his cock is slightly larger than average. He will not tell me the exact size but I would guess it to be between 6-7 inches long. I am unsure of the width, but it is neither a pipe cleaner nor a cucumber.

While Bill is sexual, he seldom desires actual intercourse. We may actually go that far once a week. He usually cums, but I, to this date, have never experienced an orgasm. Well that isn't entirely true. I have experienced them by myself.

Even my masturbation sessions are controlled by Bill. When I was in high school, I experimented with self pleasure and really enjoyed it. The problem was it takes me a while to reach orgasm and coming from a family of 8 I seldom had the privacy.

When Bill took me in, he decided that I could only masturbate when given permission. He always required that permission be given at least 24 hours in advance. I know you are asking, "How will he know?" Believe me...he knows. The school is only three blocks from our house and he often makes surprise visits. He also will telephone and if I am winded then I will be punished.

Anyway...this morning Bill called and I was in the basement doing laundry. We do not have a phone downstairs because Bill uses that area to "imprison" me when I have been bad. he doesn't want a phone there because I would be tempted to call someone. All though I am not sure who that would be. I have no friends and no contacts outside my home. I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to get the phone before it rang a third time. (another rule) When I answered it of course I was out of breath having ran up a flight of steep stairs.

Bill immediately accused me of self-gratification. I tried to explain what had happened but he would not let me finish. He told me that I was to get completely undressed and wait for him at the front door when he arrived. He also included several additional stipulations:

1. I was to wait by the door and go nowhere else in the house until he came home. I was to sit on the chair he specially made. The one with a long slender dildo attached. The dildo would have to be in my pussy. He guaranteed that either he or someone else would be checking up on me. Whomever knocked on the door, I was to allow them inside the house and was to answer the door within 10 seconds.

2. I was to remain nude, even when answering the door.

3. And finally, I was to read from the collection of erotic stories he collects and be prepared to answer any questions he may have when he arrived home.

So that was noon , and I have been sitting here reading the stories he selected for me for two hours now. So far no one has checked in on me but I knew if I moved then they would be there.

Some of the stories Bill selects are especially exciting, but many are very graphic. They usually describe wild acts that I find very repulsive. I figure Bill does this so I will learn two things: 1) that I could have it worse and 2) to desensitize me to obscene and vulgar acts so I will put up less resisstance.

Today, I have read stories describing gang rapes some by very well endowed black men who only cared of shooting their sperm into a white girl. Others contained acts of beastiality. He knows that I am really terrified of that aspect of sex. We have several Siberian Huskies and he always threatens me with them.

I know if he ever gets mad enough, I will have no choice but to go along with his requests. But I do not intend on making him that mad. I hoped he wouldn't use that as punishment for me tonight.

The current story I am reading is one Bill wrote and posted on the internet about me. I was amazed at how liberal he was with the facts. I did recall the trip he forced me to make to the mall. But he included things like having me give head to a salesman at Sears and another where I was involved in a lesbian affair with a young girl at Victoria's Secret. While all of these items made the story much more sexual, they didn't happen that way.

I am very wet as I continue to wait for my lover to come home. It is now three o'clock ( iknow because I hear the grandfather clock chiming). There is a knock at the door. I bolt straight up from my seat to answer it.

A man about 40 years old is standing there, grinning from ear to ear. It was obvious Bill had sent him and explained to him what he would find.

"Hello, my name is John Taylor.", he began, "Your husband said I should check on you to make sure everything was alright." As he spoke he continuously stared at my naked body. I was embarrassed, but John looked even redder than I felt. Was it possible that Bill had not informed John that I would be nude when I answered the door? He always has told the people he sends so they will not be shocked.

From the expression erupting on John's face, as well as the large lump growing inside his pants, I could tell he was caught off-guard.

"I'm sorry", John continued, "I was not expecting this!" He explained that Bill had told him that I was ill and needed to be checked on. Bill also claimed that he tried to call me but I did not answer. He was very concerned for my safety but had to teach a class, since John had a free hour, Bill hoped that John would check for him.

In the middle of John's explanation, the telephone rang. I rushed to answer the phone. It was Bill. He had a sly sound to his voice, "Has John arrived?" I knew that Bill knew he was there.

"Yes, sir", I replied, not wanting to give him any reason to punish me further.

"Good.", Bill spoke slowly, "There is an envelope on the kitchen table. I want you to give it to John." The line went dead. Bill did not wait for my response because I was told to do it and it was expected that I would do as he said.

I returned to the living room where I found John sitting on the couch. I said nothing, just handed him the envelope. I could not read it, but when John opened the envelope, a letter and two $100 bills fell from it.

John took a few moments to examine the letter and the money before turning to me and saying, "It seems Bill is sorry he can not make it here personally." A smile shot over his face as he went on, "But according to his letter you are to pretend that I am Bill and do to me whatever I say." The smile was now becoming more of an evil grin.

This wasn't like Bill. He usually always did these things himself. Of course he sent people to stare at my naked body. Sometimes even forced me to have sex with him while the others watched. But he never asked me to have sexual encounters with anyone else!

John was about 5-9 and probably weighed close to 200#. He was beginning to bald and to be quite blunt, was not the most manly specimen I had seen. But it was not for me to complain. Bill told me to do this and I must oblige...no matter what John asks for.

It was obvious that John had never had a girl to do anything he desired. He himhawed around trying to decide what he would do. While he was thinking i glanced down at the letter which he placed on the end table. I could only read the last part which read, "Do as you please with her, but you must follow two important rules:

1. If i find a single mark on her sexy body, I will gang-tie you and let 25 homosexuals have you for the evening.

2. You had better be back in the office within an hour.

I figure since the school was not very far away he probably had 40-45 minutes left. I was no becoming more conscious of my state of nudity.

John then sat down in the recliner and said, "I guess I should get to know your body better. Come over here and dance seductively for me." As I walked to where he was seated, he corrected himself, "No, on second thought, I want you to stand with your back to me and reach down to touch the floor."

I think he was surprised as I did as ordered without as much as an utterance. I was feeling very awkward now as I felt the lips of my tingling pussy open. I knew he was getting a fantastic view of my vaginal passage.

"Grab your ankles, girl!", he screamed. More playful than angry. As I grasped my fingers around my ankles, John kicked at my calves. This caused me to stumble a bit and eventually I fell to my knees. I was completely humiliated at this but knew I could not do anything but to stand and resume the position he had last asked for.

"I'm sorry, what I wanted was for you to spread your legs wider.", John said, "Are you hurt?"

"No, sir.", I responded. Then knowing he was new at this I decided to push my limits on talking. "I am fine."

With my legs spread to his liking and my cunt opened to him once again, John began inserting his thick fingers into my wet pussy. First it was only one, then a second and finally a third finger. When all three were placed inside my tight cunt, I was beginning to feel some discomfort.

John thrust these fingers in and out several times, stopping only when they were completely coated with the sticky nectar of my honey. He raised his hand to his lips and savored every drop of my juices as if it were a delicate wine.

"You taste so sweet, much sweeter than my dear wife.", John continued, "I bet your mouth can work wonders on me as well." Then John stood, dropped his pants to the floor and sat back down.

I think he was a little amazed that I was still standing with my hands grasping my ankles. Some of the wetness easing its way onto my legs as it rolled down my thigh. In this position I could see John's cock. It was rock hard and not bad looking. It was of average length but also had considerable girth.

"TURN AROUND AND SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!", he screamed. I turned quickly and fell to my knees at his feet. With one hand I grabbed the base of his cock and with the other I gently massaged his balls. I began licking his shaft slowly (Bill claims that is best), After wetting every inch of his cock, I began kissing the tip. I was about to part my lips and take his sword into my mouth when he screamed again.

"I HAVEN'T ALL DAY!" With that, i began taking more in until I had it all. Then as my head bobbed up and down on his prick, my tongue continued to whip and slam his wide sword. I continued this for some time prepared for his ejaculation to begin at any time. I was giving him my all. It wasn't one of my usual, sensually slow blowjobs, it was more of a face-fucking.

While my other hand was still rubbing his testicles, I could feel the sperm preparing for their descent. I started going down faster and harder....giving him everything I could muster...

"STOP!", he yelled, "I have other things to do also." When he yelled stop, that is what I did. I did not slow to a stop, I abruptly quit sucking his cock. This too, startled him. He was beginning to understand what being in control was. I have always gotten a kick out of seeing how some men wander around their wives like wimps, beggging for sexual favors and always having to do something for them in return. Then when they do get sex, it is only sex and seldom any adventure. (Pretty smart for a girl that doesn't get out) But I do read those stories, and I remember my days before Bill.

John sat still for several minutes. I imagine he was trying to regain some composure. Then he spoke, "My wife is a very lovely woman. We have been married for almost 20 years...in that time I have never been with another woman. But she is so puritan with her views toward sex. You know this was the first blowjob I have received in 15 years?"

He continued detailing his sexual history to me, "I really want to try anal sex, but she will never allow it...calls me a pervert...or a homo...but I'm just curious." He finally asked, "Can I fuck your ass?" He again showed he was new at this. He wasn't to ask...he was to tell.

I answered, "yes, sir...." again getting bold..."fuck my ass!"

"Don't you need lubricated?"

I walked to the hall way and returned with a tube of KY. I began rubbing the lubricant around my anus, gently inserting a finger to make sure it was oiled well. John begged to let him apply the lube. I knew he should not be expected to apply it. Bill always told me it was a dirty place and the only male part that should touch it was a cock. But I let him, he seemed so excited.

When he was satisfied that I was ready. I raised my ass high in the air, giving him easier access. He rubbed his cock against my crack several times. As he was attempting to insert his tool, it "accidentally" slipped into my cunt. I gasped as his thick cock stretched the walls of my cunt.

He quickly pulled it out, apologizing as a guy would if he had "accidentally" missed her cunt and slipped into her ass. (Like anyone can slip into an ass).

He realigned his member with my anal entry, and slowly began inserting himself. First the bulb like head and slowly he inched more in until 3/4 of his shaft was buried into my ass. I felt great amounts of discomfort, but it was not nearly as painful as it had been the first few times Bill had taken me there. I was relieved because I was very scared of his width.

When John was content that I had accepted his mammoth cock, he began slowly easing it in and out. His pace became more rapid as the urgency of his sexual desire worsened. Before long he was thrusting his pelvis against my ass and his cock, pistoning my brown hole. I was feeling an orgasm but that was not possible, I never orgasm.

Just before I thought I was to experience the first orgasm of my life, John's cock erupted. Spilling sperm into my ass, load after load. I could feel my rear filling quickly with his manseed until it was overfilled and began dribbling from my rectum.

The sensations were fading as John removed his cock from my ass. I felt his cum oozing out with the final inch of his prick. Again, I would be without satisfaction.

John began to dress again. Before he could put his shorts on I crawled to him and begged to suck him clean. He glanced at his watch and said, "I have five minutes, make it quick."

I cleaned his cock, being sure to lick every inch one last time. Then he dressed and ordered me back on my chair, this time with the dildo planted in my butt. When he was confident I had obeyed these orders, he left. I am sure his wife is in for a rude awakening soon.