Horace watched as the huge man left Julie's home and drove away. He waited awhile, wanting to give the young, blonde slut long enough to catch her breath and his medication long enough to work. He laughed to himself about having watched Julie get so well fucked. Having seen Julie spread her well formed legs and get banged all over the living room until her tanned, nude body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, he wondered whether he would be better off approaching her the next day for her to service him. He didn't want her to be too tired to fuck. Horace was nothing if not patient.
Then, he decided that he ought to fuck her today. He immediately took his blue pill. After what he considered to be a sufficient time, he took some photos, taken this very morning, from his printer and placed them in an envelope along with a note he had scribbled to the sexy young blonde. Marking it "Personal" he stepped outside his home and slowly walked across the street to Julie's door.
Horace made an odd looking figure. Extremely skinny with a shock of white hair that stood uncombed atop his head, he resembled nothing so much as a weather-beaten scarecrow. He was a recluse in the neighborhood who was considered a harmless oddball by his neighbors. Most of them, however, knew nothing about him other than he held very strong opinions and was prone to verbal outbursts if he felt his opinions were challenged.
Women in the neighborhood had a slightly more uneasy feeling about Horace. They picked up on his chauvinistic attitudes towards women very quickly while their husbands were oblivious to this part of him. While most of them could not articulate their feelings, the women were uncomfortable with his occasionally awkward leers at their legs or breasts and the vague comments that he sometimes sneeringly made regarding their sexual subservience to men that merely drew a laugh from their spouses.
Horace looked every bit the disheveled bachelor, with his stained khaki pants and wrinkled short sleeved shirt, as he shuffled across the street to Julie's house. Once there, he taped the envelope to the door and rang the doorbell. It would not have been out of character for him to wait for the beautiful lawyer to answer the door. He certainly did not believe that he was doing anything wrong. A man had a right to expect a woman to submit to him sexually, he thought. If she was too snobbish, like most of the other beautiful women he knew, and needed to be prodded into it, nonetheless, the result was correct. Instead of waiting at the door, however, he turned and slowly made his way back to his own house.
Julie heard the front doorbell ring from the backyard where she was working on her lap top computer. This was one of the many concessions that she had made to the law firm. They knew when she was "out sick" that they would still be making money on the back of the ambitious young associate. She was not anxious to answer the door and walked cautiously into the house making sure to stay out of the view of anyone who was at the door. She wore a pair of short, tight blue jean shorts and a gray t-shirt. She peeked through the blinds only to see the emaciated old man from across the street leaving her yard, crossing the street, and making his way onto his sidewalk.
Wondering what he wanted, Julie opened the door to call out to her elderly neighbor, but before she could speak, the envelope flapped from the door and she pulled it off the entrance.
She stood in the doorway and watched the strange man disappear into his home.
Puzzled by this, Julie closed her door and slowly walked to the rear of the home, about to start working again. As she walked, she opened the envelope and pulled the contents from it. Her heart virtually stopped as she looked at the photos.
"Oh my god," the former cheerleader heard herself say. "Oh my god!" she said again.
The first photo was a graphic photograph, taken through her front window, of Julie bent at the waist with Roger fucking her from behind like a hungry animal. The second was a close-up of her face, her mouth agape and her eyes shut with furrowed brow in clear discomfort from the pounding she was taking from the thick, long cock which could be seen in full view as he withdrew from her splayed, tanned thighs.
As she nervously shuffled through the photos she was horrified by their content. There was the young lawyer sucking Roger's huge cock, her pretty head tilted at an angle as she wet the shaft of his monstrous cock with her saliva. Julie cringed when she saw her soft hands cradling the man's stiff dong and big balls as she performed a fellatio on him. Next, she was being fucked by the big man as she lay on her back on the carpet. The only visible parts of her in this photo were her tanned, muscular legs wrapped around the man's massive thighs. Roger's beefy naked buttocks dominated the photo and made the image of her widely splayed thighs seem even more lewd. Julie stared at the photo for several seconds, horrified as it showed the bottoms of her little feet seeming ridiculously suspended in air, and her manicured hands clinging to the man's wide back as he pounded her tight vagina relentlessly.
The accompanying note simply had a phone number on it and said to "call immediately."
Julie felt light headed as the photos slipped from her fingers to the floor. She was trembling violently. What could she do? Why was this happening to her? Her mind was reeling and the young woman's face was a picture of anguish. The blonde beauty felt herself slump back against the kitchen wall and slide to the floor surrounded by the lewd photos. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to think this through. What could she do?
The phone on a kitchen corner table rang and the young woman screamed! What if it was him? She crawled to her knees and saw the caller id was "private." Should she answer? What if it was him? It continued to ring as she stared, terrified and paralyzed, at the phone. Then it abruptly stopped ringing.
What if it was him and he was now angry at her, she wondered? What would he do with the photos? Would he show them around the neighborhood? Would he give them to her husband? Was it him that had called?
With her sexy legs shaking and fingers trembling, Julie picked up the receiver and dialed the number on the paper. What could she do? What would she do if her husband found out? The phone rang and rang and rang. Then an old man's voice answered.
*****
Julie walked out of her front door and across the street towards her neighbor's house. As instructed, she wore only a "little bikini," having been told specifically to not even wear shoes. She felt she might as well have been naked. She silently prayed that no neighbor would see her as she moved quickly across the street, her blonde hair blowing in the breeze and her big, firm tits, covered only by the little cloth triangle barely covering the flesh surrounding her nipples, swayed provocatively as she walked. Her flat tummy was exposed down to the bikini panties which hardly kept from public view the well-rounded globes of her buttocks.
Horace watched as his nervous, young neighbor came across the street. He smiled his knowing smile. "What a slut," he thought to himself. "She's anxious for me to fuck her, I know."
Horace studied the succulent young body of the woman coming across the street in the bikini. Her skin was perfectly tanned and her legs were shapely and firm. He found himself staring at the juncture of her smooth thighs wondering what her lovely slit would look like once nude. The old man was also fascinated by the big globes that swayed sensuously behind the little bikini top. "She has some big hooters for a skinny girl," he thought. Then, his next thought was "she'll like what I'm going to do to her." The old man sat on an easy chair that faced the front door. He saw Julie's shadow as she approached and tapped lightly on the door.
Horace said nothing, but saw the sliver of light enter the dark room as Julie slowly opened the door. He smiled as he realized that she had completely obeyed his orders to her.
He watched as the shapely blonde slowly entered his house and closed the door behind her. She stood in the house waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Chills of revulsion and fear raced down her neck. The smooth skin of her full, firm breasts rose and fell in a nervous rhythm as she stood near the door.
Horace felt his hard cock throb against his clothing as he looked at the innocent woman who had fallen into his trap. There she stood, just as he had ordered, nearly naked and scared, but before him nonetheless. Horace stared intently at the blonde beauty. His eyes moved slowly from her beautiful face to the big mounds of her breasts, to her unclothed flat tummy, where he stopped to admire her tiny belly-button, and then down her body to her tanned legs and finally to her bare feet.
"Hello," the young woman said meekly. "Hello?"
