This carries on from My Paula series.
From Paula's perspective.
Paula had lived the life craved by so many in the society in which we live. Her husband was a rich and successful lawyer. A man of power at the age of thirty.
Her husband James had been fortunate himself. Fortunate that he had a stunning trophy wife to adorn his arm at his many and varied functions. This had been good for business and so good for her idyllic life.
So what had gone wrong? She mused. Though she knew the answer only too well.
Her neighbour John had taped some private conversations. Conversations that centered on the many one-night stands she'd had. Paula had made it all up. It was her outlet to talk dirty to John and watch him salivate. Did he guess that these sex stories were a figment of her imagination? He wasn't as stupid as he looked however. A few taped conversations and then he'd forced her into acts that had been anathema to her until now. He had blackmailed her into being his sex slave. She had been forced into giving him whatever he wanted. What he had wanted was sex...and lots of it.
Paula had been pissed with him. She couldn't honestly say for the sex part. That was enjoyable...sometimes. The twenty six-year-old blonde was used to using her looks to get what she wanted. Having the tables turned on her by John had been totally unexpected. He had forced her into giving him blowjobs. She never even gave James blowjobs! Not that her husband was interested in her in that way. The trouble was that John had used her husband's indifference and her own horniness against her.
Before she had known what was happening she was handcuffed to his bed and feeling the full girth of an eight-inch cock up her ass! First the ice cold feeling of the lube he'd smeared on her puckered anus. Then the shock as his finger had invaded her virgin territory. Pushing, probing, forcing his lubed-up digits into her till she felt she would pass out.
The relief as he had eased his fingers from her abused and sore anus. Then she had felt the tears well up in her eyes as his thick tool had forced its way into her tight ass. Soon he had been hammering his tool into her, forcing her head into a pillow as he gripped her shoulders and slammed into her again and again until at last she had felt him tense and dig his fingers into her shoulders as he unleashed a jet of cum into her.
The bastard had taped every minute of it. One murmur of dissent and the tapes were made public. No more millionaire lifestyle for Paula. She had been told how her future was to be. He told her he was her new MASTER...yes he now called himself that and she was forced to follow suit.
The one drawback with marrying a lawyer was that the pre-nuptial agreement was watertight. Any sign of infidelity and she was penniless. Worse than penniless!
She wanted to chew her fingernails at the thought of her predicament. Except those expensively manicured nails were part of her total package.
Even her stunning good looks would be useless to her. Perfect breasts, beautiful curves. All would count for nothing. No rich man would look at a woman who had been made to look such a slut on camera.
But that hadn't been enough for John! Oh no!
He had heaped further shame on her.
It had been two weeks since Paula had been forced into stripping for a bar full of men. No! And not just ANY men! She fumed. A room full of men she knew personally. From the mailman to the guy who filled her car at the gas station. All had seen her strip naked in front of them. Shedding her clothes and her dignity at the same time.
Paula fought back the tears as she remembered being made to play with herself on the stage of that smoky bar room. Play with herself as Anthony, the young eighteen-year-old who lived only yards away from her own home had stared at her as she masturbated in front of him. Not allowed to stop fingering herself and arousing herself until she had climaxed for the men in front of her. Even her sixty-year old teacher from when she was young had watched as her pussy glistened and her love juices trickled.
Then an even greater indignity heaped upon her.
Paula had given away a bit of information weeks earlier that had been used against her. She recalled the conversation with John.
"Anyone in your family ever come onto you?" he had asked, as though the answer was of no consequence.
"My young nephew Stephen has the hots for me. Nothing spoken. You can just tell. He looks at me with those puppy dog eyes he has. You know what it's like at his age."
Little did the blonde know at the time that a little snippet of information like that was gold dust to someone with a game plan. Someone who would use that information to lead her further into debauchery.
Her own nephew, Stephen had also received an invitation to her striptease performance. It had been his eighteenth birthday.