Diary Of An Obsession Ch 04

Ana's Diary Entry — July 3rd

For what seemed like the tenth time, I pulled the invitation out and stared at it, contemplating my next step as anger burned within my entire body.

"Mrs. Leo Miller ... You are cordially invited to celebrate the Birth of America on July 4, 2024, beginning at noon." Just say you want to get me alone so you can fuck me, or you'll tell my husband that I've been fucking the janitor. Go ahead, you blackmailing asshole!

Should I go or take the chance that Sir is bluffing? I'm not a fearful person. Hell, I'm not an angry person, but I was certainly angry now. This situation was consuming my emotions in a unique way, for me at least.

It seemed so easy just weeks ago to have a little clandestine affair with someone Leo would never suspect. All I had to do was sneak downstairs to paradise, get the power dicking that I needed and slip back upstairs. And no one finds out.

Yet now, it seems like it's all blowing up in my face. A third person, or would that be a fourth, has fucked me. To make matters worse, Papo has no issue with me fucking even more men.

We're all sluts in his eyes. Just things that fuck and get fucked. All that exists in his world is lust and greed and want. No remorse or guilt. Just fucking, fucking and more fucking. So why does that sound so appealing to me?

I don't want to hurt Leo, but I am concerned that I'm going to. How do I go back to just making love to my husband? There are so many men out there with the kind of dicks I need — real men who know how to satisfy a slut like me.

And I'm not sure I can live without it. I wonder how many people give up sexual satisfaction for peace at home. I also wonder how many people end a relationship with someone they love because they aren't getting the sexual satisfaction they need. It feels selfish, but I get it now.

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Sitting on the sofa in his living room, Leo Miller put his phone down. He and Ana were waiting for the delivery to arrive from the Chinese restaurant they often ordered from. She was busy on her laptop, and he watched her.

She was so beautiful. Her eyes were flashing as she answered a work email with a flurry. Her elegant fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed. Her lips were pursed, and she looked so determined.

What if she wasn't answering an email, and instead, communicating with one of her lovers. Leo had read her latest entry and knew about the holiday party she had been invited to by that stranger she called Sir?

She indicated that Leo knew the man, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of anyone who matched the description she gave or who also knew Sergei. She clearly was wary of the man, but would she go to his party anyway?

"Honey," he said, looking at his beautiful wife. Her head popped up, and she looked at him inquiringly. "The guys want to play golf tomorrow. I know it's a holiday, but do you mind if I play, and then we'll go catch some fireworks together?"

"Sure baby, whatever you want to do. I might go hang out with some friends, too." She went back to work on her computer.

Whyever did he do that? Why did he just clear the deck, so his wife could run off and fuck the man? He shook his head, not understanding his own actions.

Honestly? Why did he do it? Time for rationalization. Well, for one thing, he could test if this new behavior was about a love affair with Sergei or just Ana becoming a full-on slut. Maybe he could also find out the identity of the new man.

A strange idea was niggling at his brain. What if, deep down, he wanted her to fuck the new guy? What if he was becoming addicted to the excitement of this ... whatever it was? Or the humiliation of it.

It was just so fucking hot to read her stories. He could not remember a time that he read one of them and didn't cum. His cock was sore most of the time from being beaten to death.

Shit! What if he was coming to accept all this? Stage 5. This was crazy.

Ana's Diary Entry — July 4th

If I had any confusion over what kind of party this would be, all I had to do was look down in the corner of the invitation and see the dress code.

Casual summer wear for men and swimwear for women.

Why not say "come and show your tits and ass for the holiday?" It would have been more honest, at least. I would be eye candy for the male attendees. That information should have disgusted me and kept me away, but of course, it did the opposite.

In my new life, I wanted to show off the body I was so proud of. I liked men looking at me, especially those who should not ever get close to me.

Before I gave that asshole a piece of my furious mind, I wanted Sir and his degenerate friends to drool over me. I wanted them to want me.

I had an image in my head of boners popping up like dominoes as I undulated like Marilyn Monroe past a line of horny men. It made me laugh out loud in the Target checkout line. At the time, I was buying a tiny new U.S. flag string bikini.

When the moment for the confrontation had come and I walked up to Sir's house in one of the best parts of town, I was impressed by the rows of beautiful elaborate homes. This one was a stone structure out of the Gilded Age. Big and imposing. Like his dick, I thought.

I was fashionably late and happy to make a grand entrance wearing my new bikini covered by the flimsiest USA flag wrap I could find. My hair and makeup were perfect. A young man dressed in black answered the door, invited me in and escorted me to the back of the house.

The room was filled with people as was the backyard which I could see through huge windows. At first, I noticed the women, who were all rather young, shapely and beautiful. Hookers, strippers, young stupid blackmailed wives? I knew none of them.

The first person I did recognize, shocked me. Papo was in conversation with a stunning Indian woman. It was the first time I had not seen him in his dirty coveralls or just naked. He saw me, lifted a glass to me and smiled. I walked directly to him not giving a shit about the dagger look I was getting from his companion.

"I didn't know you would be here," I said sweetly. "You didn't tell me."

"You didn't ask."

"I told you I was invited. You could have at least told me, so we could be here together," I said, throwing back a dagger at the woman who I was beginning to understand was Mrs. Basketball.

"But you're not here for me," he said, putting his arm around the young woman and pulling her to his side. "I have a date."

"Ah!" So it was exactly as I feared it would be. And then 'my date' materialized at my back. I felt his clammy hand slip around my waist, and he whispered in my ear.

"You look lovely, my dear."

I turned my head, gave him a fulminating glance and delivered the speech I'd been planning for days. "I'm not your dear, and I don't appreciate your threats and your blackmail."

"I don't understand you," he said defensively, so I pulled the invitation out of my purse and slapped it on his chest. I could see Papo and Mrs. B moving out of range of this confrontation.

"Mrs. Leo Miller? You were threatening to tell my husband if I didn't come here today. Right?"

"No! Of course not, my dear."

"I'm not some slut you can just threaten, Sir. I won't just roll over and let you have your way. Get that through your fat head. I don't respond well to bullies."

"You misunderstand, my dear, and you're making a scene," he said in a syrupy voice. "Why don't we step away, and we can clear this up." He pointed to a nearby side room off this main living area.

I had no desire to go anywhere with this blackmailer, but he was much stronger and pushed me into the open doorway. Once inside and the door closed, I realized that I was alone with him in a bedroom. Fuck!

"Now, my dear, you were saying ..." He spoke softly with a smile that said he believed he could easily seduce me. After all, I was just an easy piece of ass who he'd already had once. No wonder he was so confident.

I straightened my back and lifted my chin.

"I won't fuck you!"

"Oh, I think it's too early to make that declaration. The day is so very young."

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on Earth. You think because you're rich, and maybe powerful, you can do what you want. I don't think so."

Those were my last words on the subject, and I headed for the door. I was going home. Fuck him!

"I'll be on my best behavior, sweetheart," he said smugly. "But of course, if you want me to fuck you again, I'm more than willing. I know you've been thinking about it."

This comment made me stop and whirl around, my long blonde hair whipping dramatically behind me. I have known men like Sir all my life. Just because I'm pretty and have big tits, they think I'm fair game. Fucking Neanderthals.

With my jaw locked in unparalleled anger, I jabbed a perfectly manicured finger into the old man's chest. "You! Do NOT call me sweetheart, got it?" I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. "And let's get something straight — nothing will EVER happen between us again. Not even in your wildest dreams."

"Sure, baby. Whatever you say." He took a step forward, and I took a step back evasively in response, rolling my eyes so hard I almost had a view of the back of my skull.

"'Baby,' really? Can you be any more infuriating?" I said, stalking off towards the door, sandals slapping angrily against the marble floor. "I swear, if you call me anything else besides my damn name ..."

"I do love the way your ass sways and your tits bounce when you're angry," Sir said.

I turned on the smug fucker again, even angrier this time, if that was even possible. "Typical," I almost shouted, hugging my arms close to my chest like a shield. He was smirking maddeningly knowing that he was getting to me. "Men only think with one head."

"Which you are welcome to at any time."

My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to slap that cocky grin right off his face. "In your dreams, grandpa."

I just stood there and stared at him as that smug smile never left his face. In a well lit room, he looked even older than I thought before — closer to 70 than to 50, or even 60. And still, kind of ugly.

Why did I find that weather-beaten look appealing ... even sexy? Probably because I remembered how thick his big cock was. And the fact that I hadn't had any decent dick in what felt like days and days. Papo had cut me off, the bastard.

Sir took my long look as admiration and moved close enough to invade my personal space. I refused to back up again. I was going to hold my ground.

"I know why you're here, and it's not because I threatened you. You're a spoiled, entitled little girl looking for some excitement in her boring little life. And you know I can fill that void for you."

"Excuse me? Spoiled? Entitled? I'll have you know I've worked my ass off to get where I am today! Unlike some people who use underhanded tricks to get by."

"Do you think I didn't check you out, honey? Are you saying that you didn't use those two prominent assets to get what you wanted at school, at work, in every aspect of your life? Everyone knows that's how you're doing so well so soon at your job."

I heard myself hiss through clenched teeth, and advanced on him until barely an inch separated us."How dare you imply such a disgusting thing!" My eyes blaze with fury. "I've earned every single opportunity on merit, with my brains and talent, not my tits and ass!"

He gave my angry, scantily-dressed body the once over with a long lingering stare and smiles.

"They are nice tits and ass. The best I've ever seen, or enjoyed, actually. You should come work for me. I'll put your assets to good use."

I could feel the warmth of my blushes at his bold perusal and crude compliment, feeling exposed and furious.

"Screw you! And screw you again for even thinking something so repulsive! Turning to the side in an attempt to hide the betraying flush on my cheeks, I snapped, "I won't dignify that filth with a response."

He laughed out loud, the old fucker. "Cause you know it's true, honey. You waltz into some dude's office rocking that beautiful face, all that blonde hair, those massive tits and that sexy ass. Those poor bastards have no chance."

I looked up into his smug face, my nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. "I said, screw you! My success is earned, not handed to me because of my looks!" I said, poking an accusatory finger against his chest, pushing hard enough to punctuate each word.

"I built my career myself on skill and determination alone, not by spreading my legs or showing cleavage!"

"Imagine how well you could do then if you did spread those sexy legs. Those guys would give you the fucking world. I know I would."

I gasped in outrage at Sir's repulsive words, slapping him across the face before I could stop myself. "How DARE you!"

He caught my wrist and held it in a vise-like grip. My heart was pounding wildly as shockwaves ripped through my body. Part anger, part fear, part ... oh fuck ... excitement.

Sir stepped closer, pushing his big belly and chest into mine, flattening my breasts. "Sweet little girl, we all know. All this righteous indignation means nothing. You're a hot chick who takes advantage of her assets. Any smart girl would do the same. Even us men. I do with my female clients. If they want to feel the big hard one I have between my legs, I let them."

I tried to take a shaky step backwards, but bumped into the wall behind me. "D-Don't touch me..." Panic was rising within me as Sir loomed over me, his thick masculine frame pinning me in place. "Y-you're delusional if you think that's what I'm like!" I squeaked defiantly, despite my racing pulse.

"You need to be fucked regularly by a real man, I think. That pathetic husband of yours can't do the job. And now that your lover has moved on ..."

My eyes widened in shock at Sir's vulgar ridicule of Leo and implied suggestion, my heart pounding frantically against my ribs. "Wh-what did you just say to me?"

"You heard me, little girl."

Swallowing hard, I tried to regain control of the situation. "I think you must have had too many drinks already today. Let's just calm down and go our respective ways."

"Or we can go to just one," he said, calmly glancing at the bed, as he invaded deeper into my space once again. Flattening my one available palm against Sir's chest, I tried desperately to push him away without much success. "Back off!" But my voice trembled, belying my show of bravado.

I suspected it was coming, but I just wasn't ready to defend myself when Sir leaned down and covered my mouth with his. Shocked, I initially tried to resist, but then I felt myself stop and let him do it. As his warm lips met mine, anger turned to passion in a novel way. For me anyway.

God help me, I kissed him back tentatively at first, shocked by my own reaction to his aggressive advance. As seconds ticked by, however, I found myself melting into the powerful older man's kiss, my lips moving hungrily against his. After several heated moments, I pulled back abruptly, panting softly.

"What are you doing?" I demanded breathlessly, searching his dark eyes for answers. "Don't kiss me." But my traitorous hands drifted to my sides, preventing me from physically resisting him. He took that opening to deepen the kiss, and his hands came up to cup my breasts.

I moaned involuntarily into Sir's mouth as his large hands groped my sensitive mounds, his thumbs rubbing circles over my stiffening nipples through my bikini top. My knees weakened at the intense sensation, causing me to inadvertently press my curvy body further against his solid frame.

Pulling back suddenly, I gasped for air, eyes glazed over with lustful confusion. "Stop. Don't ..."

"You know you don't want me to stop," he said softly, taking one of my hands and placing it on the bulge in his pants. "This is what you want. This is what excites you."

I inhaled sharply as I felt the thick ridge straining against my palm, fingers twitching instinctively to trace its impressive outline. Yet, I had the presence of mind to shake my head and jerk my hand away as if it burned.

"No! I'm not going to fall prey to your cheap tricks," I said looking up into his grinning face. He just waited, as if he knew I had this internal battle going on — anger vs. lust.

"Your mouth said one thing, but your fingers said another," he laughed. "You want cock. Did you feel how big it is for you, how hard it is for you?" My cheeks flushing crimson with humiliation and arousal, as my hand remembered the touch of Sir's rock-hard erection.

"Shut up! Just shut UP!! Do you think I'm some kind of slut who'll just drop her panties at the sight of a big cock?" Yet I still didn't stop thinking about that big hard object.

"I'm getting mixed signals, baby girl," he said sarcastically.

I glared daggers at him, my eyes flashing with fury and shame. "Mixed signals? There's nothing mixed about it - I want you to STOP TOUCHING ME AND KISSING ME IMMEDIATELY OR ELSE!" I fumed."It's not happening, got it?"

Sir just leaned in and kissed me again. The asshole. The sexy big-cocked asshole. Fuck! I responded to the new kiss with a startled gasp which quickly turned into a moan as Sir's tongue swept inside my mouth, claiming every inch.

My arms itched to wind themselves around his neck while my traitorous hips ground shamelessly against his hard bulge, seeking friction. But I was able to withstand the impulse, and after several intense minutes, I finally broke away, panting heavily.

"See, baby girl," he said triumphantly. "You want it. You need it. Let me be your new lover, and you won't be sorry."

I struggled weakly against his embrace, breathing raggedly. "N-no...this is wrong. You're a bad man." Yet arousal continued to course through me like liquid fire, making my limbs heavy and pliant. Despite my protests, my body ached for his touch, craving the pleasure I knew he was willing and able to provide.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered and looked down at his shorts. The sight I saw made me gasp out loud. Somehow, his cock looked bigger and thicker than the last time I'd seen it.

"Someone wanted to come out and play," he chuckled.

The staggering thickness of Sir's member as it sprung free made my pussy throb with desire. "Oh my god..." I moaned reverently, eyes wide with awe. "How did that-that thing not split me open?" I whispered hoarsely, licking my lips nervously. Why did I say that out loud?

"It fit pretty well as I remember, and now I understand that you remember, too," he laughed. "We'll make it fit again baby. We'll give you what you need, little girl."

Oh, I remembered. I remembered that afternoon in the basement taking the two biggest cocks of my new slut career. How could I forget that amazing day? I was so turned on by Papo, I might have fucked Quasimodo, too, if he'd come through that metal basement door.

Returning to the present, I swallowed hard, my throat tight with anticipation. I stared transfixed at the massively thick manhood, my pussy clenching eagerly despite the rational part of my brain screaming that this was insanity.

"But...but we can't..." I paused, biting my lip. "I've never wanted this. I don't want it now. Put it away," I said, still looking admiringly at his cock.

"More mixed signals, little girl," he said with a big grin.

I felt a new flush of embarrassment creep across my cheeks at the obvious lie I just told. I knew damn well I wanted this cock, craved it, but admitting that aloud was terrifying. I was not just any slut that his big cock could conquer.

"I-I mean..." I hesitated, and finally, I met his gaze, seeing the amusement and heat flickering there.

"You want it in your mouth right now. You're salivating at the idea of that big cock in your pretty, sexy mouth."