I got a phone call from Mrs Sutter a week later. She wished to come over to my apartment to discuss Christine's situation. I was not terribly happy about this but found it difficult to say no. She arrived at the nominated time and asked if there was somewhere private we could talk. I took her to my bedroom. She started by saying she was pleased that I had honored our arrangement last week end. Christine had confirmed that the only sexual contact was some kissing which, although not ideal, was acceptable. I struggled to keep a straight face as Christine and I were having sex at least every second day.
She continued, "I have decided to make the following sacrifice for my daughter. You may expend your sexual energy on me once a week if you continue to respect and maintain my daughter's virginity." She was starting to undress as she spoke so I guess to her it was a done deal. What could I do? Say no and imply I was plotting to "defile" her daughter? Say no and imply that her "sacrifice" had no appeal. I had really enjoyed our first encounter and though it did feel a little surreal, I agreed and started undressing myself. She was more involved and less submissive this time. She flew at me and was quite rapacious. Almost like a starving glutton. There was not a shred of intimacy. It was raw, visceral sex. Sure, we did help each other to orgasm but there was a definite air of mutual self-interest in the whole encounter.
And so this arrangement went on for the next 3 or so months. She got more wanton if anything. To continue the food analogy, it was almost like she was ravenous. There was this sexual hunger that had to be satiated. It was amazing to see this normally cool and calm person, fully in control of herself and her life, become a sex crazed mad woman in my bedroom. It almost scared me a little but I was enjoying myself. I wondered where this was going to lead. For both of us.
I did get my wish to take a few pictures of her while we were having sex. I had hidden a camera under the pillows of my bed and while I was riding her I quickly whipped it out and took a couple of snaps. She quickly realized what was happening and a bit of a wrestling match ensued as she was naturally not that keen for this behavior to be permanently recorded. It was a very one sided affair however and I managed to continue to take photos throughout our little carnal carnival. Some of the photos were very raunchy and I posted them on a couple of sites. Try searching using the word Sutter. I especially like the ones that showed her anger at being photographed as well as the ones that had a look of total surrender. I still find these very stimulating almost a decade later.
She was very reliable and punctual when it came to our weekly meeting so she startled me one afternoon by turning up unannounced. When I opened the door she pushed past me and entered my bedroom. I followed and found her hopping on one leg as she removed her frilly white knickers from under her knee length plaid skirt. She seemed agitated and impatient. She turned to me and started to roughly unbuckle my belt, undo my fly and lower my pants. She then turned, knelt on the bed and flipped up her skirt to display her perky little buttocks. She had yet to make eye contact. I suppose a hermit living in a remote mountain cave might have misinterpreted her solicitation but this red blooded male had no doubt about what she was expecting. I shuffled up behind her and prepared my member for duty. I could hear her rapid, rasping breathing. I hadn't touched her yet and she was already truly worked up. You sometimes read about an aroused woman being "dripping wet" but this was the only time I have ever actually witnessed it. There was already a damp patch on the bed between her legs and she had been in that position for less than a minute. I reflected that this was not a time for being subtle so I lined myself up and thrust sharply into her. I was rewarded with an equally sharp exhalation. It sounded like she had been punched in the stomach. I grasped her pelvis and started punching into her. The first few thrusts rocked her forward but she soon found how to brace herself to meet my onslaught. This continued for a couple of minutes without any respite. She had still not said a word or looked directly at me. It was quite a brutish, animalistic fuck. A rutting really. No quarter was given or seemingly expected. It made our regular sex seem intimate!
My senses were bringing me to the boil so I wondered how it should end. Had she orgasmed? Was she expecting an orgasm? In keeping with the general air of remoteness and selfishness I decided to suit myself so I increased tempo and with a coarse bellow, unloaded into her. I gave her a few final powerful lunges just to show her who the boss was and then stepped back. Her fanny released a couple of lewd cum burps and the damp patch on the bed doubled in size.
She slowly fell flat of the bed. It was sort of like she melted into it. After a minute or two she raised herself up and, still breathing raggedly, moved toward the door. A moment later I heard the front door open and close. I was left with a wet dick, a puddle on my bed, a puzzled but satisfied expression on my face and a petite pair of lacy women's' underwear.
It was only later when I reflected on her visit that there was none of the pretense of our regular scheduled assignations. No admonishments or tirades. The charade of her having sex with me for what she purported to be the benevolent reason of protecting Christine was gone. It was as though she needed servicing. Or maybe like an addict, she needed a fix. She was clearly embarrassed by these experiences but it was as though they were beyond her control. They only occurred a handful of times over the next few months but they are etched in my memory. All of them were quite similar in nature. One of them transpired when I had a few friends around which was really weird but she was so distracted that she did not seem to notice that there were other people in the House. She must have gotten into quite an intense emotional/sexual funk to be driven to satisfy herself in this way, if indeed satisfaction was what she was seeking or getting. Little did I know where this bizarre behavior was leading her.
