Sarah's arousal.
When the phone rang at 10 am that Friday, Bill knew it would be his ex-secretary, Sarah Cunliffe and that she would be confused, flustered and desperate. She would be holding the phone in one hand, while feverishly fingering her wet cunt with the other.
She used to be a confident, stylish woman; very proper, but not anymore.
Because, a week earlier he had been to her house and used the Power on her at level two which made her believe everything he said and do everything he told her to do.
He had warned her that an evil thing would come for her and get her 'sexed right up'. It would get her sexed up by abusing her; in dreams at first, but then it would come for her in real life and get her even more sexed up; so sexed up in fact that she would be unable to concentrate on anything else.
She had never before used the expression, 'sexed right up', but it was embedded in her vocabulary now and she knew exactly what it meant.
He kept it deliberately vague, so that she would have to use her imagination to conjure up the abuse and her reactions to it, but he said she would be so aroused once it started, she would hardly be able to leave her privates alone.
He told her exactly how to masturbate; repeatedly stuffing her fingers in her cunt and sucking them once she got them nice and wet. She was not to touch her clitoris, no matter how stiff and shiny it got.
She was conditioned to do it like that the momen she woke up; and every hour, on the hour, all day long. Though she would be increasingly desperate for relief, she would be unable to cum unless she had permission from him or the evil thing that would come for her.
As well as 'sexed right up', he implanted the phrases 'a nice stiff cock in my tidy cunt' and 'it's not frigging fair'. He also said she would be flustered, confused and totally lacking in self-confidence.
He told her that the only person she could trust was him, so she should tell no one else. He said she would need help and next Friday at 10 am she should ring him, masturbating and sucking her fingers as she did so. He then wiped all memory of his visit.
So now with her heart in her mouth and three fingers in her 'tidy cunt', she said
"Bill?"
"Yes. Who's that?" he asked disingenuously.
"It's Sarah. Sarah Cunliffe. I am very sorry to bother you after so long, but I am desperate and I didn't know who else I could trust. I am at my wit's end; I don't know what is happening to me. I am so flustered and confused."
She was breathing fast and her voice was quavering.
"What on earth is the matter, Sarah?" he said.
"I don't know. I think I am going mad, but it is so real it must be happening. At first it was just the dreams, but now it comes for me when I am awake. It..."
He interrupted. "What dreams? What do you mean
it
comes for you? What comes for you?"
"I don't know what it is, but it's evil Bill, it makes me do things. Like I said, at first it was just at night in my dreams, but now it comes for me in the day in real life and gets me to do awful, disgusting things. Oh God, such dreadful things. It's not frigging fair, I can't stop myself, it gets me sexed right up. I don't know where it will all end. I need help."
There had been no mention of masturbation or finger sucking, but there was a pause every so often and he could hear quiet slurping.
"Now Sarah," he said "I don't know what is going on, but if I can help, I will."
"Oh God. Thank you Bill, I didn't know who else to ring. Can you come round? Please? I am desperate."
"I'll be right there." he said "You sound in a real state. Try to stay calm, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
He wasn't sure exactly how things would pan out, but he knew that Sarah would be frantic. And his for the taking.
He wondered what the dreams would have been about. Probably they would reveal some deeply embedded fantasy; opening a window into the deeper, dirtier side which we all possess, but which few explore.
As he drove round, he could picture her face; her cheeks flushed with arousal, but with a haunted, fearful look in her blue eyes. He knew she would have the earthy taste of cunt on her tongue from the frantic fingering and he smiled as he thought of that cunt, swollen up and sopping wet.
When she opened the door, she looked a wreck.
Looking down, she mumbled "Come through." And, as she walked ahead of him to her small kitchen, he noticed her chubby legs were bare and her thin blue skirt was badly creased at the back, presumably from where she had sat on it while she masturbated as she waited for him. He was amazed how scruffy she was; she always used to take such a pride in her appearance.
In the kitchen, opening his arms and beckoning her to him, he said "You look petrified."
She crumpled into his embrace and started to sob. Big racking sobs which moved her whole body against his.
As he enjoyed the fullness of her heaving breasts against his chest, her cheek, which was wet with tears, was pressed to his. With her open mouth so close, he could smell the sweet aroma of cunt on her breath.
He held her in silence for a full minute, then gently pushed her away by the shoulders until he was holding her firmly at arm's length. Her gaze went down to the front of his jeans; even as she cried, her thoughts were on getting 'a nice stiff cock in her tidy cunt.'
She stood there shaking, her biggish tits wobbling attractively; the stiff nipples clearly visible under her top. She was frightened, confused and embarrassed, but 'sexed right up'; a most delightful combination in a woman.
"Why don't you make us a nice cup of tea and then you can tell me all about it." he said and this seemed to calm her.
Neither spoke while she made the tea; small talk did not seem appropriate with what he knew she was about to share with him.
At last, they sat opposite each other looking across the tea cups and he said "OK Sarah, why don't you start at the beginning and tell me exactly what has been going on and why you are in such a state." She paused and looked down as if steeling herself to share with him the disgusting events of recent days.
He waited with keen anticipation because, when he visited the previous week, he told her that she must tell him all the sordid details using polite language at first, but becoming more and more crude, even though it would be excruciatingly embarrassing for her.
She took a deep breath and said "Well, it all started a week ago Bill, when I had this awful, vivid dream. It was totally real and horrible and I can remember every detail even now.
In the dream, I was sitting up in bed reading, when the bottom of the duvet was pushed up and something crawled up under it. I wanted to scream and get away, but I couldn't move or make a sound. I felt the mattress sink under its weight as it moved up and grabbed my ankles and opened my legs.
It started to drag me down, spreading my legs wider and wider until my head was under the covers. I panicked and tried again to scream as I was pulled down into a suffocating world of darkness, but no noise came out. I was so scared, I think I may have wet myself a bit.
I could hear it panting like a big dog and I was absolutely distraught, but I couldn't get away as it slowly moved up between my legs, sliding its hands up from my ankles to my knees, pushing them as far apart as they would go.
As my lips down there finally peeled open, I felt its warm breath on me and I realised I was completely nude. I said to myself 'Oh God, why didn't I put on my nightdress and knickers? I am at its mercy now.'
It must have thought that I was still not open enough though, because it forced my knees back and up until they were either side of my chest, pushing my boobs together and out, like I was offering them to it. My hips were lifted off the bed and, with my legs up, it was difficult to breathe.
I soon found myself taking shallow frequent gasps, so although it hadn't touched me down below, it already had me panting under it. I knew my vagina must be gaping in that awful position and that my bottom cheeks would be spread too. I shuddered as it was obvious it could now do whatever it liked down there.
I heard it sniffing around then something slimy touched me between my legs. That's when the real horror began; I could not move, but I could feel everything. It started slowly and deliberately licking me up and down between my parted lips and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
It wasn't frigging fair, it was disgusting and I hated it, but it gradually got me more and more sexed up.
I was completely helpless as it took its time between my pinned back thighs like it was getting to know me, exploring me, tasting me, sniffing and slurping noisily, working relentlessly on my gaping lips and my swelling clitoris with its thick, warm tongue; it just went on and on, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
The tongue never left me for a second, getting me wetter and wetter until I could actually smell my arousal under the duvet, in the dark. I felt ashamed that I was responding, but I couldn't help myself.
