My thanks to those who enjoyed the first chapter in this story and especially to those who commented on it. I live for comments.
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Mark stood at the back door of the mayor's official mansion. He gulped and started to unbutton his shirt. While guests, officials on business or even the general public might enter through the front door, those who came to the back did so for only one reason—sex. He saw that his wife's clothing was already hanging in the niche provided and started to strip. His hands trembled as he did and the anxiety in his stomach felt like a cold owl gripping him with icy talons. Part of him said, "No! Stop! Run away, now!" But another part of him was already starting a bulge in his jeans and the blood flow in that direction over-rode caution.
It all started when he finished his apprenticeship. The boss said now that he was a journeyman, Mark should start learning the political and marketing end of the business and sent him to discuss a project at city hall. It was a long time before it dawned that this was all a set-up and by then Mark was firmly established in Shirley's harem with no obvious way out.
Like all young men, he thought he was in charge when the discussion of the job extended to drinks and dinner and finally to bed. He thought he was the seducer. Then the mayor had introduced him to the gentle arts of prostate massage, butt plugs and light bondage. The night he found himself tethered face down and ass high over a bolster proved how wrong he could be. She kept caressing him and rubbing his back with her nipples as she packed more and more lubricant into his anus. Then she stood up. Reaching into the night stand, Shirley had taken out a dildo harness that, from the look of it, had seen a lot of use. She buckled in on, fitted in a large, realistic silicone phallus and smeared yet more lubricant all over it.
"Tonight, darling, I'm going to make you my bitch. The world is full of horny little girls waiting to spread their thighs for you and I expect you to take advantage of all of them. However, here in my house, I take the advantage. Let me put this cock ring on you and stiffen you up righteously. Then I'm going to fuck your ass half the night. You'll be amazed how good it feels."
It had. And for the next year and a half Shirley had used his body any way she chose, introducing him to terrors and pleasures beyond his wildest imagination. She would call and he would obey.
I'm cougared,
Mark thought to himself.
She's got me just where she wants me and I can't do anything about it. Every time I think I'm going to tell her 'no more', she purrs in my ear and lays back for a good fucking and I'm lost.
Then Marilyn had returned from college. The courtship had been a whirlwind and once married, Mark thought his toyboy days were over. Then came the night his wife mentioned that she might like something 'different'. Automatically, Mark had called Shirley and just as automatically he had agreed to each idea she suggested until he found himself agreeing to rent out his bride one Friday to the city's movers and shakers. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, especially when he'd gotten the envelope containing five thousand dollars.
Saturday morning Mark woke up appalled at what he had done but Marilyn spent the entire weekend with a satisfied smile on her face. She even promised him a proper reward once she was less sore. Then Monday after work he had checked his text messages and saw two.
The one from Marilyn read "huny, dinr at Shirleys. We R the ntrtaimmnt, heh x 3"
The mayor's had been more explicit. "Studmuffin, ur sxy wife here 4 dinr. Wnt U 2! B on Time! 6. Clean in n out. Xpct 2 B reamed all nite."
Nerves taught as a drumhead, Mark dropped his briefs to the porch and put them in the basket next to his shirt and Levis. He looked down at his throbbing cock.
Traitor!
Men, he had heard, possessed two heads but only enough blood for one to work at a time. Since the one below his waist had taken control, all the other could do was hang on and hope to survive the ride. He turned the doorknob and walked into the back parlor.
The air was a haze of incense and marijuana smoke. Marilyn lay naked and languid on the sofa next to an ornate brass hookah. The bowl on top looked to hold at least a lid of high grade weed. She leered at him and slowly ran her tongue between her lips. "Hi, Marky. We got to thinking that maybe dinner could wait. Want a hit? It's really good shit." She giggled and spread her thighs. To his surprise she was waxed smooth and pink. "Like it? Shirley says I need to have it done every two weeks from now on. And she's going to take me shopping for leather. Want to come along?"
"Oh, he's going to come along, darling," Shirley's voice was halfway between a purr and a growl. "Now that my favorite stud-muffin's come back, and brought us a little toy-girl present, he's not getting away again, are you Marky?"
Mark tried to voice a protest but the conditioning was too strong. He shook his head helplessly. The tall blonde stepped close, pressed her pelvis against his and wrapped one hand behind his back. She held a squeeze bottle to his nose. "Big sniff, Marky. You know you want to please Mistress Shirley, don't you? Two shots of our favorite aerosol foreplay and some hits off the hookah and all those nasty doubts and fears will just go away. Then we can all play together, can't we Hercule?"
"Mas oui"
Shirley's large French husband smiled benignly from his easy chair. "We will 'ave such a wonderful time together. Per'aps Shirley and I will take turns with you, per'aps we will watch you and le petit Marilynn, who knows? 'Owever it goes, we will all be sleeping late tomorrow, no?" He rose and handed Mark a large brandy. "But first we must first relax the inhibitions."
As Mark blinked in response to the nasal spray, Shirley's hand slid casually down his back and cupped a buttock. "My, still nice and tight, I see. And Marilyn tells me she hasn't ever done anything naughty to you here? Well, we can't have that. Now that your darling has discovered the fun of getting a good ass-fucking she needs to learn how much fun it is giving them. And naturally, she'll need someone to practice on, won't she?" Her other hand began to stroke the underside of his shaft and massage his ball sack. "Mark, dear, you really need to start shaving. Not the rest of you, of course. The guys on the work crew must never have a clue how kinky I've made you but here . . ." she gave him a squeeze for emphasis "smooth and bare are what we want. And these fine cheeks, too."
She took a step back and ran her eyes up and down his body. "Delicious, really. Hercule, let's take them upstairs. Marilyn was right, dinner will keep and I don't really think I could pay it any attention anyway with such scrumptious little bodies on display. Come Mark, you carry the hookah while Hercule carries Marilyn." She took his left hand and put the water pipe in his right. Hercule lifted the younger woman's nude body off the couch and tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed no more than a pillow.
"Mais oui, mon cherie.
We will take them to the slings. It is so delicious, fucking in a swing."
"It is, indeed. You've never been to the swings, have you Mark?" He shook his head dumbly. "There are so many possibilities. We'll start off with Marilyn and then see what to do with you. Or maybe to you would be a better way of putting it."
The combination of brandy and whatever Shirley sprayed up his nose had Mark's libido turned up to eleven. She rubbed her shoulder against his as they climbed the stairs and he almost dropped the hookah and had her right there. But a significant twist against his little finger emphasized her control. By the time they reached the second floor, he was shaking with lust.
"You gonna do my butt again, honey?" Marilyn lifted her head from where she hung over Hercule's shoulder. "You should have made me do it before. Whenever I think about you poking that thing up my behind, I get all squirmy and hot."
Shirley chuckled. "Oh that bouncy bottom of yours will get a good workout, tonight, sweet cheeks. I've got a dildo I haven't used on any other woman before and I'm going to try it out on you. And Hercule loves lady's backsides, don't you. You like them better than our fronts, you naughty thing. And you think men's are almost as much fun. Yes, I think we will all be sleeping late tomorrow. Maybe even Wednesday."
At the end of the hall they entered a room that was decorated with even more decadence than the parlor. At Shirley's gesture Mark set the hookah on a low table and, at pressure on his shoulder, knelt beside it. The mayor stood next to him, stroking his head possessively. Hercule set Marilyn on her feet and then swept her up in a long, passionate kiss. When it finally broke, she was panting, a manic grin on her pretty face.
"'Old out your hands,
