Chapter 1 The Parents
Carl and Leah had been married for nearly 20 years when she met Brett Singleton, the catalyst of her current lifestyle. Their marriage had been good with lots of frequent sex for the first ten years. Something had been missing that Leah had never noticed until she met Brett at a Christmas party at a friend's home. Carl had gone off with his friends, as he usually did, leaving her alone in the crowd and more vulnerable than she could have ever guessed. Brett asked her to dance and she said no, she was sorry, but she was married and didn't think it would be right.
He left her momentarily making her think he had taken the hint, but returned quickly with a large glass of wine for her. As she drank the wine, he told her about himself. He was a day trader who'd started out with a fortune he'd inherited from his parents and he had more than doubled that in less than ten years. He lived in a mansion in the suburbs with his sister. After two glasses of wine, he'd insisted that she dance with him. For some reason, his compelling insistence that she dance with him overcame her stubborn inhibitions and she stepped onto the dance floor to dance to the old favorite Lady In Red. The wine went to her head quickly and he talked into her ear the whole time they danced slowly around the floor. He told her how beautiful she was and how he would like to get to know her better.
"How would you like to become good friends with me, Leah?" he asked her.
"Ummm," she moaned back to him. The one dance turned into two and then three and then several more. After an hour of slow close dancing, almost intimate cuddling, and murmured conversation, her mind and body felt as if they'd been charged with a force, an energy that had been missing from her life for many years. She was becoming sexually aroused in a way that was unfamiliar but very strong and very right for her.
It was at that time that Carl's friends returned to her laughing at Carl's predicament. It seems he was outside in the garden vomiting up the mixture of different types of alcohol he'd been drinking all evening. She realized that she was too far into her own cups to drive him home and was wondering just what to do when Brett offered to take them home in his car. She knew she could come back in the morning to get her own vehicle where Carl had parked it earlier.
Upon retrieving her drunken husband with Carl's help, and walking with the two men to Brett's car, she was astounded to see that it was a chauffeured limousine. Brett helped her tuck Carl into one long side seat and then sat next to Brett on the other side seat. He poured her another wine and told the driver to drive around for awhile.
His soothing baritone voice and the fine wine had her as mellow as a sleeping fairy within minutes. It was at this time that Brett began to tell her of the things he was going to do to her over the next few months. She giggled at his foolish fantasies as he refilled her wine glass and described in detail scene after scene for her sexual pleasure. He told her she would learn to kneel and worship his hard cock, to suck it and eat his cum, and learn to love and nurture it within her wet warm pussy as they slept together. In her intoxicated state, the masculine voice sounded more like a harbinger of things to come than a horny man wanting to get into her panties.
Then he began to give her instructions in a commanding voice, a voice that cut right into her body making it follow the commands before her mind had time to process the commands to verify their appropriateness. He told her to slip the spaghetti straps of her silk dinner dress from her shoulders and let the silk fall from her tits. The use of the more coarse term tits rather than breasts sent an excited shudder down her spine into her pussy where it became a veritable pit of hot coals. Without knowing exactly how, she found her braless tits exposed to the air as well as his seeking hands and insistent lips.
Then she heard that baritone voice instructing her again. "Now pull up the hem of your dress to your waist so I can finger fuck your hot wanton pussy," it said.
Again, without her consent, her hands did his bidding. Brett's expertise in kissing had her swooning as his fingers did wondrous things to her pussy. Her mind wrapped itself around each and every word that commanding baritone voice spoke into her ears. Her adolescent day and night dreams of being the sexual property of a strong virile man who used and, yes abused her body, with the loving sadistic attention she had craved from her earliest sexual awakening returned to her mind with mind bending strength and familiarity. She felt her utter self melting into a sexual puddle of physical and emotional matter that flowed eagerly with his directing, commanding words.
"Unbutton my shirt Leah," that voice sounded and she eagerly began working the buttons of his red silk shirt exposing his muscular chest with its sparse growth of black hair. As her fingers reached his belly and had to pull the shirt from the waistband of his grey slacks, her lips, puffy and stiff from his physically demanding kisses, went to his nipples and began licking, sucking, and biting them wrenching moans and groans of his own pleasure from his lips.
"Slide to your knees and open my trousers, Leah," that soft sexy baritone voice commanded her and she did. She was eager to slide those pants down and see what surprise he had waiting for her there. First the belt, then the three buttons above his zipper. Next the zipper and, as he raised his hips from the black leather seats, she slipped the trousers down to his ankles. The bulge beneath his black briefs looked daunting to her. But that very scary size added a cup of gasoline to the fire in her pussy.
Her hands went to the elastic waistband of those briefs at his sides and began working them down. As they went lower, the elastic band caught behind that impressive upturned bulge. She looked up into his eyes with an excited twinkle in her green glowing eyes, and lowered her mouth to the elastic band and grasped it between her teeth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled the garment away from his body and up over the turgid hidden cock. Her hands and mouth worked in unison to lower the briefs as his hips again lifted to allow their passage. She allowed the tip of her nose to rub gently along the large vein that ran along the bottom of his hard cock as she slowly pulled the garment down to his knees.
She sat back on her heels feeling the stiletto tips of her five inch heels pressing into her ass cheeks as she sat there looking at what she already knew would soon be the center of her existence. She reveled at the picture she must present to his focused brown eyes; a very attractive middle aged woman who worked out vigorously and regularly, large still firm tits with huge finger-sized granite nipples, with her black silk cocktail dress, top and bottom, gathered around her waist. As her eyes lock onto his, she watched those brown orgs move from her naked, wet, red, bite marked breast, no tits, to her wet gaping pussy where his fingers had so recently romped and played. She gloried in the recognition of what she was in those eyes. He was looking at his personal voluntary fuck slut!
She confirmed and cemented that bond by saying, "What do you want me to do for you, Brett?"
"What will you not do for me, Leah?" was his challenging reply.
She lowered her eyes from his, looked down her naked aroused body and said in a quiet voice, "There is nothing I will not do for you."
