Under His Spell Ch 03

Margie had met Luke and Lili Vidal at a party and Luke had told her he had her under his control. She thought it was preposterous but she had gone to their house and Luke and fucked her and got her to suck his cock. And Lili had taped them doing it! Then he made her touch Lili until she came. She couldn't believe it had happened but they had the tape and said they would show it to her husband if she didn't do what they told her. Now she kept dreaming about him and he had ordered her to visit him on Friday.

Margie spent the night tossing and turning and didn't have any dreams. Then she worked hard all day to catch up for taking the previous afternoon off. It got her mind off her situation but she was exhausted that evening. She went to bed early and fell asleep right away.

She was walking in the mall and she heard someone call her name. She turned and it was Luke. "Did you miss me?" he said as he walked up to her. She was so surprised to see him that she didn't answer but he slipped his arm around her waist. She looked up and he moved his face towards hers. She was just expecting a quick peck on the lips but he pulled her close and she felt his tongue on her lips. She parted them without thinking and heard herself sigh as his tongue slithered into her mouth. Then his hand was on her ass and he was pulling her against him. Her pussy touched his cock and she couldn't help pressing against it. Her whole body seemed to be burning every place that it touched his. When he let her go she saw lots of people looking at them and she started to blush. "The hell with them," he said as he ran the back of his hand over her breasts. "Are you wearing your new panties?"

"I don't know," she answered.

"Well, lift your skirt and show me," he said.

"Everyone is watching," she said.

"Do it," he told her. She felt helpless as she began lifting her skirt and she saw the surprised look on the faces of the people who were watching them. "Very slutty," he said with a smile when her skirt was all the way up. "I guess you want to be fucked." She had no idea what she was wearing and she looked down to see her bare pussy. She quickly dropped her skirt as he laughed at her.

"What the fuck are you doing!" someone called and when she turned she saw her husband Norman standing there staring daggers at her.

"She's showing me her pussy because she wants me to fuck her," Luke said calmly. "You don't fuck her good enough or often enough." Then he lifted her skirt and put his hand between her legs.

"Margie!" Norman yelled.

"I have to do what he says," Margie told him. "I let him fuck me for three hundred dollars and now I have to do what he tells me."

"You can watch," Luke said to Norman as he dropped her skirt and began leading her over to a bench. "Everyone can watch." When they reached the bench he made her sit down. "Take my cock out," he told her.

"In front of Norman?"

"Yes," he said. "Do it." She looked at Norman helplessly and whispered, "I have to," then she opened Luke's fly. She took his cock out of his pants and he pressed the tip against her lips. She could feel everyone looking at her as she gave it a wet kiss.

"What the fuck are you doing!" Norman yelled.

"It's okay," she said to him. "I already sucked his cock once and swallowed his cum so it's okay for me to kiss it." She kissed it again and he told her to lay down. She did as he said and then looked up at him. "Now show me your hot pussy again." She noticed that a crowd had gathered around them as she lifted her skirt up to her waist.

"Margie!" Norman yelled. "Are you just going to let him fuck you?"

"His cock is so big and it feels so good inside of me," she told him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Luke asked her.

"Yes," she told him.

"Then spread your legs open for me." She spread her legs wide apart and watched as he knelt down on the bench between them. Then he was leaning over her and she felt the tip of his cock spreading her cunt open.

"I have to," she whispered to Norman when she saw the pained look on his face and then Luke's cock was pressing deep inside of her.

She woke up suddenly and Norman was sitting up looking at her. "Are you all right?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Why?"

"You were mumbling and then you started to moan."

"I guess it was a dream," she said.

"Well try to keep it down, will you. I have to get up early in the morning." He turned away from her and lay down pulling the sheet up over his shoulders. She laid back down thinking about the dream and wanting very badly to touch herself.

When she got up she remembered that Luke had told her to call him tonight. She promised herself she wouldn't. She tried to throw herself into her work but her mind kept wandering to her dream and what it meant that Norman was in it. When she was finally able to put that aside she thought about talking to him on the phone two nights ago. She wondered how he got her number and what made him think that she would answer it. Then she thought about sitting there with just her panties on playing with herself while they talked.

"He can't make me do anything," she kept telling herself. She made dinner for Ellen and Norman but she had no appetite. She did the dishes while Ellen went to her room to do her homework and Norman said he had some work to do in the basement. She tried to look at television but found herself looking at the clock every few minutes. She got more apprehensive the closer it got to nine and then her resolve began to waiver. She went upstairs to her office at eight fifty five and paced as she looked at the phone. Then the grandfather clock downstairs began to chime the hour.

"I'll just call to tell him I can't be there Friday," she said to herself. She quickly locked the door and then she dialed the number he had given her.

"Didn't we have fun at the mall last night," was the first thing she heard when he answered.

"What?" she stammered. "How did you... How could you..."

"When are you going to learn," he chuckled. "I'm beginning to think you're stupid along with everything else."

"I'm not stupid," she complained. "You can't just barge into somebody's dreams. Nobody can do that."

"Have it your way," he sighed.

"How did you know about the mall?" she asked softly.

"You belong to me, slut," he said. "I can do anything I want to you. Including controlling your dreams."

"I don't belong to you," she said.

"You wanted me to fuck you even though Norman was there," he said.

"But that was just a dream," she said defensively. "That wasn't real."

"You wanted it to be real," he said.

"No," she pouted.

"You can't wait to have my cock in you again," he said.

"No," she said again.

"On Friday I'll fuck you," he said. "And If you're a good girl I'll let you suck my cock."

"I can't come over on Friday," she said. "That's what I called to tell you. I have to be here when Ellen gets home... I can't be there on Friday."

"You'll be here," he said. "You know what will happen if you're not."

"I can't," she repeated.

"You will," he said. "You'll be here because you want to be, but of course, we have the tape and a few other things so you can justify it in your mind."

"But..."

"No buts," he told her. "Is that the only reason that you called?"

"Yes," she said.

"No it's not," he said.

"Yes it is," she said. "Why else would I call."

"Because you're horny," he told her. "Because you didn't play with your pussy last night."

"Stop it," she said.

"You didn't, did you."

"No," she said.

"Why didn't you ask Norman to fuck you when you woke up after your dream?"

"Because... How do you know all these things!" She heard him laugh and it scared her that he seemed to know everything that happened to her.

"What are you wearing?" he asked her.

"Jeans... And a sweatshirt."

"Not very sexy," he muttered. "Take the sweatshirt off."

"No," she pouted.

"Do it!" he barked and the sound of his voice frightened her. "Do as I tell you, or else!"

"Okay," she whimpered. She lay the phone on the desk to pull her sweatshirt over her head and then she picked it up again. "I did it," she said softly.

"Now your bra," he said. "Your pink cotton bra."

"Oh my god," she gasped because she was wearing a pink cotton bra.

"Take it off," he ordered. She reached behind her back with her left hand to unsnap the bra and then she let it slide down her arms. "That's better," he said as if he could see her. "Did I suck on your little tits when you were here?"

"No," she told him.

"Would you like me to?" he asked suggestively.

"I don't know," she said not knowing how else to answer.

"Does Norman suck on your little titties?"

"No!"

"Think about it," he told her. "Think about how it would feel to have my mouth on your tit. Kissing it, and licking it, and sucking on it. Your nipples are hard now, aren't they."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Feel one," he told her. "Take it between your fingers and pinch it." She did what he said and felt a twinge in her pussy. "Doesn't that make your pussy feel good?" he said. She could only pant into the phone as a response. "Now feel both of them," he said. She crossed her arms over her chest pinching her left nipple with her right hand and her right nipple with her left hand.

"Your pussy is getting nice and wet now, isn't it," he said. "Answer me!" he said a few seconds later when she didn't reply.

"Yes," she whimpered.

"When I ask you something I expect an answer," he said sternly.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm feeling my nipples," she said.

"And what are you thinking about."

"How it would feel if you sucked them. If you sucked my breasts."

"Tits," he said. "Call them tits."

"How it would feel if you sucked my... tits," she said.

"And how is it making you feel."

"It's making me wet," she whispered.

"Where," he said.

"Between my legs," she answered.

"Say it," he told her.

"It's making my pussy all wet," she panted.

"Pinch them harder," he told her. She did as he said without thinking. "How does it feel."

"It hurts," she gasped.

"If I sucked your tits I would bite your nipples," he said. "I would take one between my teeth and give it a little bite. You'd like it. It would hurt but you would like it. And your tits are so small I could get one all in my mouth and suck it hard. Would you like that?"

"I don't know," she said as she felt her nipples getting harder between her fingers.

"You would," he said. "You'll like everything I do to you. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you're a horny slut."

"No," she said.

"You're a horny fucking slut who doesn't get enough cock and wants to make up for it."

"No," she whimpered.

"Yes," he said. "Your pussy feels all wet now, doesn't it."

"Yes," she admitted.

"Take your jeans off," he said.

"But..." she stammered.

"Take your jeans off!"

"Okay, okay," she said not wanting him to be mad at her. "I'll have to put the phone down."

"Hurry up." She took off her sneakers and then she stood to pull her jeans down. She stepped out of them and picked up the phone as she sat.

"I did it," she said.

"There's a wet spot on the crotch of your pink panties, isn't there."

"Yes," she said after she looked down.

"Why is that."

"I don't know," she said.

"Yes you do. Tell me."

"It's wet from my pussy," she said.

"And why is your pussy wet."

"From rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples."

"And what else."

"Thinking about things?" she said.

"Thinking about what."

"You," she whispered.

"My cock," he told her. "Thinking about my cock. Say it."

"Thinking about your cock," she said.

"Rub the phone on your pussy," he said. She knew better than to argue with him so she lowered the ear piece to her crotch and put it to the wet spot. It felt warm and her legs seemed to part by themselves. She rubbed it over her pussy and then she lifted it back up. "I could hear your pussy squishing," he said as soon as the phone touched her ear. "Do you want to cum?"

"No," she lied.

"Then I better hang up," he said.

"Please don't!" she whimpered.

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"Because you're a horny slut and you want to cum?"

"No," she whined.

"Say it," he coaxed her.

"I want to cum," she whispered.

"Put your hand down your panties and feel your pussy." She moved the phone to her left hand and slid her right hand down her panties. Then she pressed her index finger into her slit and moaned.

"I'm doing it," she panted as she felt her soft flesh.

"Is your finger getting all wet?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Now take it away," he said. She didn't want to but she did as he said. "Now lick your finger," he told her. "Lick it and taste yourself." She put her index finger to her lips and smelled her musky aroma before she licked it. "That's what pussy tastes like," his voice crooned in her ear. "Now put your finger in your mouth and think of my cock while you suck it." She slipped her finger between her lips and sucked on it as a picture of his cock appeared in her mind.

"Think of how it will feel when I cum in your mouth and on your face again. Think of my hot cum dripping on your face and filling your mouth. Think of how it will feel when you swallow it." She found herself sucking her finger harder while she moved it in and out of her mouth. It scared her.

"Turn the speaker phone on," he said and she was amazed again that he knew she had one. She took her finger from her mouth to hit the button and then she put the receiver in the cradle. "Now take your panties off," he said. Her hands were trembling as she pulled them down and kicked them away.

"I did it," she whispered as she sat there naked. "Do you have any clothes on?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I was just wondering if you were naked," she said defensively.

"Would you like me to be?"

"I don't know," she said feeling very confused.

"Do you want to know if my cock is hard?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Never mind," she blurted and she heard him laugh.

"Put your legs over the arms of your chair," he said a moment later. She was panting as she lifted her legs and rested them on the arms of her desk chair.

"I did it," she whispered.

"Now lean back so your pussy is wide open," he ordered. She leaned back and it made her feel so slutty to be exposing her pussy like this but he made her so hot. "You want to cum, don't you."

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"I want to cum," she panted.

"Say please," he mocked.

"Please..." she whined. "Please make me cum."

"Wet the middle finger of your left hand with your mouth," he told her. She pushed it into her mouth and licked it all over. "Now put it up your cunt," he said. She put her left hand between her legs and probed the opening of her vagina. She had never done this before and she was very tentative as she pushed the tip of her finger in.

"All the way in," he said as if he were watching her. She slowly slid the rest of her finger into her cunt and gasped at the sensation. "Now move it in and out," he continued. She began moving her hand and her hips began to move in time with it. "You're wishing it was my cock instead of your finger, aren't you," he said. "Tell me!" he said when she didn't answer.

"Yes!" she panted. "I wish it was your cock."

"Doing what."

"Fucking me," she said as her hand began to move faster. "I wish it was your big cock fucking me."

"Now rub your pussy with your right hand," he told her. "Rub your pussy and tell me what you're thinking." She moved her right hand to her clit and began to rub it while she continued working her left hand in her cunt.

"I don't know how you're making me act like this," she panted. "I don't know why I'm doing all these things and why I keep thinking about sex all the time. And dreaming about us... dreaming about sucking your cock... And dreaming about you fucking me... dreaming about having your big cock in my cunt again... Oooh! Aaah!" She began thrashing on the chair as she came and she moaned very loudly as her body throbbed with pleasure. She kept working her hands in her crotch until her spasms began to subside and then she leaned back in the chair gasping for air.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked.

"I don't... I guess so. Yes," she stammered.

"You make sexy noises when you cum," a female voice said and she realized it was Lili.

"Suck my cock," Luke said.

"Oh, yes, honey," Lili's voice replied and then Margie heard a soft moan.

"She sucking my cock," Luke said. "Does that make you jealous?"

"No," Margie said quickly but she felt funny inside.

"You can suck my cock on Friday," he said. "After I fuck you, you can suck my cock and swallow my cum."

"I can't be there," she whined. "I have to be here when Ellen gets home, and I have to make dinner."

"You'll be here," he said smugly. "I'll take care of any excuses you have, You'll be here because you want to be fucked. You'll be here to get some hard cock."

"No," she whimpered.

"One o'clock sharp," he said. "Wear your new panties and bra. One o'clock sharp, or else." She started to complain but the line went dead. Then she realized she was sitting there naked and began to gather up her clothes.

She didn't dream that night but she didn't sleep too well. She kept thinking about Friday and what would happen if she didn't show up. It bothered her all day Thursday affecting her work so she had to repeat several tasks. She stopped working at three thirty when she heard her daughter Ellen come in. "Hi, sweetheart," she said as she came down the stairs.

"Hi, Mom," Ellen said. "Is it okay if I go over to Linda's after school tomorrow? She invited a few girls over to practice for cheer leaders and her mother said we could stay for dinner."

"I guess so," Margie said. "What time will you have to be picked up?"

"Not until late. Around nine o'clock. I'll call you and let you know."

"Okay," Margie said amazed at the timing.

"Thanks," Ellen said. "And don't forget I'm going to the sleep over party at Millie's on Saturday."

"That's right," Margie said remembering it was her niece Millie's birthday.

She started dinner and was surprised when Norman walked in at four thirty. "How come you're home so early?" she asked him.

"I have to go out to Chicago early in the morning," he said. "Eddie got sick and Charlie asked me to stand in for him with a new client."

"When will you back?"

"Not until Sunday. There's a meeting tomorrow and then some kind of golf outing on Saturday that will go late."

"Oh," Margie said suddenly feeling very nervous.

She was busy after dinner getting clothes ready for Norman and Ellen but she kept thinking about Friday and what she was going to do. She waited until she thought Norman was asleep before she went to bed and she tossed and turned for an hour before she dozed off.

"See, I took care of all your excuses," Luke told her as they stood by a wall in the mall.

"It's just a coincidence," she said and he laughed as he put his hands on her hips.

"You know you can't wait for me to fuck you again," he said as he pulled her close to him. "Why do you keep denying it?"

"I'm married. I love my husband."

"But I'm still going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow."

"Suppose I don't come," she said and then she blushed when he began laughing at her choice of words. "You can't make me," she pouted.

"I don't make you do anything," he said.

"You do," she said. "You have the tape and the check."

"That's just to ease your conscience," he said. "We both know what you want. You're a horny slut who needs more sex in her life."