Previously in The Thin End of the Wedge: Sally, an ordinary, mature, housewife has become more and more obsessed with sex after her husband suggested a cuckold scenario with his mate George. She has attended sex parties at The Manor and her husband has decided it could be profitable to monetise her hobby. To do this he has created a profile on an escort site. Sally is now RedWhore39 and she is enduring her first day of clients. Now read on...
Tom checked the ropes holding Sally to the bed. Her last punter of the morning had been very specific on the phone. The rope holding her legs spread wide apart had slackened with all her kicking over the morning so he tightened it up, pulling her legs a little wider. Then he tested the ropes around Sally's wrists. They seemed to be tight enough and they held her hands wide. She wasn't going to be interfering with anything punters wanted to do.
"Just one more like this, Tom?" Sally asked.
"Yep, then you can make some lunch," he replied. "This afternoon you'll be working untied"
The doorbell rang and Tom went down to answer it. A few minutes later, after a quiet conversation downstairs, a very smart looking man came into the bedroom. He had short dark hair, neatly cut, and a pleasant rounded face. He wore a stylish leather jacket, corduroy trousers, and a bright check shirt. The outfit was completed by a black leather belt with a native American brave on the buckle, and a small leather bag. He looked just like a serial killer from an American television show.
"Hi Sally, I'm Alex," he said.
He looked friendly so she felt confident to reply, "Hello Alex, what can I do for you today?"
Alex took his jacket off and rolled up his right shirt sleeve. Just the right shirt sleeve. "Well Sally," he said "I have a confession to make!"
His words made Sally tense up and strain against the ropes. Was this man actually a serial killer, who had just murdered Tom downstairs, and who was about to go on to torture and murder her?
Alex continued, "I have an erectile problem which means I cannot make love to you, or any woman, in the conventional way."
Sally wanted to feel sorry for him, but part of her wondered if his 'unconventional' way of making love included torture and death. The television show she watched a month or so ago was very specific that serial killers were often impotent. Could it be that, under this pleasant demeanor, he was very, very, angry! And that his way to an orgasm involved a woman and a skillfully wielded knife. Worried what he might say, but needing to know, she decided to ask for clarification.
"So I'm tied to the bed because?" She asked.
"Ah Sally," he replied. "I worry that my partner will try to escape her fate."
This reply did not help. In fact it made things worse. Sally wished the ropes were just tied with fake knots and she could pull free easily. She realised that 'working from home' as a whore was more dangerous than she imagined. When Tom had tied her to the bed, and told her he was going to invite people to pay to fuck her, that all the 'clients' would be nice, attractive, friendly, people. But she now understood that she could end up on the 10 o'clock News as 'woman stabbed to death in her own home' and imagined the interviews with her neighbours.
She watched as Alex moved closer. He didn't seem to have a weapon, but he also showed no signs of taking his clothes off for conventional sex. He touched her foot, gently, sensually, then ran his fingers up her calf, and - stretching over the bed - up the inside of her thigh. His touch was delicate, and firm enough not to tickle, more like a masseuse's touch. Sally could see that his hands were beautifully manicured the nails short, smooth and buffed to a shine. His right arm, revealed by the rolling up of his sleeve, was strong, muscular, with fine dark hairs. She remembered from the television show that many serial killers were a bit, or a lot, obsessional compulsive.
Then he got onto the bed in a single agile movement and now he had his hand on her abdomen. He slid it upwards to her breasts and circled her nipples with his fingers, then kissed and sucked them, before gently squeezing. It felt good and Sally, despite worrying about what he might do to her, moaned in pleasure. Downstairs she heard Tom moving about and chatting in a relaxed manner to someone on the phone, so perhaps he wasn't lying in a pool of blood. Alex's hand moved back down across her abdomen and skirted around her red raw clitoris which Sally appreciated - it had taken a lot of hammer over the morning. His fingers ended in her cunt lips, gently pulling them open to expose her vaginal entrance.
"That's nice Alex."
She felt she should keep talking. Keep a connection. At least Alex wasn't telling her to 'shut up' like her first punter. On the contrary he seemed pleased with her comments, and emboldened. He took two middle fingers of his right hand, popped them into his mouth until they were covered in saliva, and then pushed them slowly into her cunt. Once in he curled them, searching for her G-spot, and then he pumped them in and out.
"Oooooh Alex! Feels so good."
He continued to pump. Sally was aware he was trying to stimulate her but there was still a gentleness about his actions, and he wasn't staring at her cunt, but watching her face. After years of men staring at her immense cleavage at parties instead of looking a little higher, Sally appreciated that this strange man was looking straight into her eyes even though she was spreadeagled totally naked before him. Was he looking to see if she was faking her pleasure? And what would happen if she did? Would the knife come out and everything would end in a flurry of blood and pain?
Alex added a third finger, the movement of his hand was beginning to feel very pleasing, and the addition of another finger was something she definitely approved. She groaned louder and kept her eyes locked on Alex's with, what she hoped, was an encouraging look. It worked, Alex kept thrusting with his hand, and added finger four.
"Oh Alex, that's lovely, you have wonderful hands."
Technically Alex had a wonderful hand but, thought Sally, who was counting? She was beginning to relax and then she wasn't. She began to feel that glow that, provided stimulation continued, led straight to a climax.
"Oh Alex," she said. "Oh keep going! Please keep going! I'm going to aaah aahhhh cuuuuum!"
She wriggled and writhed on his hand pulling at the bed head and testing her leg ropes. Alex kept his fingers in her all the time, despite her bucking. Sally settled back as the waves of pleasure subsided.
"Very good Sally,", said Alex. "Now for the next part."
