This story is the continuation of Reversal of Fortune Ch. 01. I encourage you to read that before you begin this one.
Part 1
After our climactic orgasms, we both sat there silently, literally and figuratively drained. At least I was literally drained. She had a belly (and face) full of my hot semen. I handed her a sock to wipe the sticky mess from her face. I watched with amusement as she attempted to clean herself up. Resuming my dominant demeanor, I told her, "I guess you can be a good girl when you try. That was a good job there." I said, fully meaning the pun, although I don't think she got it. "That's all for today. We can deal with the window tomorrow when I have some more information."
I told Sherry to come by in the morning, when I would have spoken to the insurance folks and the window repairman. I wasn't sure exactly what Sherry would do, or even what I wanted to happen. This dominance thing was new to me. I guess I sort of thought that she wouldn't show up, or that she would send Harvey and that would be the end of it. But I was wrong.
At ten the next morning, there was a knock on the door. The kids were at school and I opened the door to find Sherry standing there. She was by herself and was dressed in a conservative, high-necked, long sleeved blouse, buttoned down the front, and an ankle-length black skirt. Her eyes were cast down at the floor and she was nervously wringing her hands in front of her.
I led her to the living room and offered her a drink, which she declined. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across from her seat on the couch, but so close our knees were almost touching. I felt relaxed and confident. My destiny had literally knocked on my door. I knew that despite her attempt to conceal her sexuality behind prudish clothing, she had come back to be my obedient servant, ready and willing to do anything I asked of her.
"Sherry, I'm afraid it's bad news." I stated ominously. I was pretty sure our new relationship wasn't really about the window, or her ability to get it fixed, but it seemed to trigger a certain response from her so I launched into the details of how much it would cost to get the window repaired and that with the deductible on the insurance, it would be quite expensive to replace. As I recited the cold, hard (somewhat exaggerated) facts, I reached out and began unbuttoning Sherry's blouse. By the time I finished, her blouse was open to her waist. Her eyes were closed; she was breathing heavily as I slipped the sheer fabric off her shoulders and unhooked her bra to expose her pert breasts.
Admiring her exposed flesh, I ran my fingernails lightly over the soft mounds of her chest, drawing an involuntary shiver from Sherry and stiffening her nipples to hard little points. I pulled her forward off the couch until she knelt on the floor in front of me. Unbuttoning my pants to release my throbbing shaft, I grabbed her head and slowly fed her my engorged stalk. I wrapped my hand around her head, feeling her dark, silky hair cascading over my fingers and roughly fucked her face until I came deep in her mouth.
This time she did a much better job of taking my load, and afterwards I looked at her, kneeling on the floor between my legs, panting slightly. Her mouth was open and her lips were glossed with a shiny mixture of spit and my cum. She sat immobile, with her eyes averted, as if she was waiting for something. I had a pretty good idea what she wanted. "Stand up." I ordered.
She was an incongruous sight as she stood for my inspection. Naked from the waist up, chest heaving slightly from her exertions, cheeks flushed and lips wet with my man milk, while down below her long black skirt covered every inch of her flesh and looked like it could have been worn by a Mormon schoolmarm.
"You may finish now." I told her, zipping my cock back into my pants. She gave a slight whimper and hesitated. "Go on," I said. "On the couch." With a look of relief she sat back on the couch and reached under the folds of her skirt.
Her hand went straight to her crotch and began a rapid rubbing motion. "Stop!" I barked abruptly. She froze with her hand buried in her twat and although she did not look at me, I could see the panic and shame in her eyes. I lifted her skirt and bunched it around her waist, so I could see her hand burrowing inside her pretty pink panties. Grabbing the soft cotton on either side, I pulled her panties down slowly, revealing her glistening bush and soft thighs, until the damp fabric was twisted around her ankles. I spread her knees wide, exposing her steaming pink slit and engorged clit. "You may continue." I told her.
Sherry's face was red with shame and she tried to avoid eye contact as she resumed stroking her pussy, a little slower now. I stared as her fingers dipped into her dripping cunt and circled her swollen clitoris. I don't know who enjoyed her performance more, her or me, although within a few minutes, she was the one who was biting her fist to stifle a moan as her orgasm overtook her in a series of wrenching tremors.
I let her recline on the couch as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. As she caught her breath, I enjoyed the thought of how thoroughly I had turned this once-chaste housewife and mother into a cock sucking whore and sex slave, willing to do my bidding. I reached out and petted her abused and still sensitive pussy, causing her to jump at the touch. "You may go now." I told her, "but be back at the same time tomorrow." With that, I walked out of the room, leaving her to reassemble her clothes and get out.
Sure enough, the next morning, at the 'stroke' of 10, Sherry knocked on the door. In fact, Sherry made herself available every morning for the next week and I took advantage of the opportunity to train her in the fine arts of cock sucking and suburban whoring. I taught her to kneel in front of me and to keep her eyes open and holding my gaze when she blew me. With much uncomfortable practice (uncomfortable for her, that is) I taught her to take my cock deep in her throat and tongue my balls while massaging my pole with her throat muscles until I blasted my load directly down her gullet and into her stomach. I taught her how to heighten my orgasm by sucking and fondling my balls and asshole when I came. By the end of the week she had mastered enough skills so that she could have earned a good living working the docks of San Pedro. Eventually, I fucked her too. But that seemed to have the wrong emotional subtext and didn't produce quite the same rush for me, although it was fun to send her home with her cunt all soupy and awash with my jism.
Part 2
Depravity is a drug. And I was hooked. Although I was enjoying my daily sessions with Sherry, I began to feel a need to take our relationship to another level. I had periodic twinges of remorse, mostly over the fact that all of this was taking place behind Lisa's back, but the incredible sense of power and control I got from my new plaything was too great. I began scheming, thinking up new acts of debauchery that would assert my control over Sherry and give me the fix I needed. One morning, as I watched Harvey load Max into the car to go off to school, a glimmer of a plan began to form in my head.
A little while later, Sherry showed up for her daily session with me. I let her in and, as was now my custom, immediately made her strip naked and took away her clothes. I led her to the kitchen and made her clean the dishes, while I interrogated her about her husband and his daily schedule. The kitchen had several large windows to our back yard, which, although it was pretty private, still left open the possibility that someone could look in and see Sherry naked in her neighbor's kitchen as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I could see that the combination of the possibility that she might be seen and the fact that I was asking her intimate details about her family was producing a strong sexual tension in Sherry. She was nervous, frustrated and scared all at once. I moved up right behind her at the sink and pressed my fully-clothed groin into her naked ass, pinning her against the counter. I reached around and grabbed her already stiff nipples in both hands and began a vigorous twisting of those tender nubs – clockwise on the left and counter-clockwise on the right.
"So," I hissed, with my tongue practically in her ear, "does Harvey know what you do over here every day?"
