by Keith Trimm
Floored and insulted, Mark couldn’t believe that Precious wouldn’t finish him off after what he had done for her. “What?” he asked.
“You can jerk off in the toilet, hurry up though, I want to do more pictures.”
“You’re shitting me? I just ate you out and you’re not going to return the favor?”
“No, I’m not.” she replied.
“I’m not going to wack off in your toilet, that’s degrading. You can suck me.”
“The only man I suck off is my husband and you are not him. He’s six foot six, two hundred twenty pounds and looks like Brad Pitts brother.”
Mark shook his head in disbelief. “Then why did you have me eat you out?”
“I was horny, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a hot girl, I can get anyone, man or woman to eat me whenever I choose. What I do is my choice, and you are not what I would choose.”
“And you expect me to keep shooting you after turning me down?” Mark asked.
“Yes, and you will, because you get access that no other men get. You get to look at me, you get to take my pictures and you got to eat me out. Most men would kill for that.”
Now realizing that he had just fucked up royally, Mark became livid. He just cheated on his wife and for what? This miserable egotistic bitch? “This is fucked up,” Mark said. “You don’t leave a guy hanging like that.”
“If you want, you can jerk off and look at me, just use a towel so you don’t leave a mess,” Precious said.
“Why is it that all you stripper bitches act like this? Like your better than anyone else? You just led me on and are leaving me hanging.”
“So?”
“So?” Mark asked back gritting his teeth. “Where is your “Brad Pitt” look alike now?”
“He’s at work,” she replied.
“When’s he coming home?” Mark asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m not leaving here until the job is finished. I just cheated on my wife and if I’m going to fuck up, I’m going to fuck up right. Now where is your bedroom?”
Precious closed her legs and sat up in the chair. “What?” she asked.
“You heard me, we’re going to finish before I go, and I’m horny now.”
“I don’t give a shit if you’re horny, get the fuck out of my house.”
Mark stood up and stepped towards Precious. She sunk back into the chair in a defensive posture.
“If you rape me you will die,” Precious said.
Mark took the word “rape” very seriously and backed off. She did offer to let him eat her out, but she didn’t offer anymore. Anything he took from her now would be rape and he already fucked up once today, he didn’t need to end up in prison. “Fine, I’ll get my shit and get out,” he replied and began tearing down his photo gear.
Precious stood up and walked into the bedroom while Mark was busy. His set up was simple and mobile. It didn’t take long to pack up. As he picked up the tub full of backdrops and strobe heads, he noticed Precious step out of her bedroom with a pistol in her hand.
“What’s that for?” Mark asked.
“You were going to rape me, this is so I can defend myself.”
“I’m packed up can’t you see that? I’ll be gone in five minutes.”
“What’s to say you won’t return to rape me after you’re packed up?” Precious asked. “She began to play with her right breast with her left hand.
Mark took notice. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m horny again,” she replied.
“Best get back in the bedroom and find a vibrator then, or wait till your husband gets home.”
“No, you fuck me, now.” she said.
Blindsided by her comment, Mark paused and shook his head in disbelief. “A minute ago you were telling me to jack off in the bathroom, then to leave, and now you want me to what?”
“I want you to fuck me.” she said flat
“Why the gun? I would have anyway.”
“I like my sex mixed with danger. My husband has no idea I’m doing this shoot and he could walk in at any time and catch us. That turns me the fuck on.”
Mark stood dumbfounded looking at this naked hot woman pointing a gun at him demanding sex. “If I don’t fuck you, you shoot me, if I do fuck you and he catches us, I’m dead. Neither one of those works for me.”
“If you don’t get caught, you get the best fuck of your life.”
Back in her bedroom, Precious put the gun in a nightstand drawer. She lay on her back and spread wide like she was going to do jumping jacks. “This is your chance, take me.”
Mark quickly removed his clothes and got on the bed all along thinking about his wife at work. His penis was still rock hard and he knew Precious was still wet. He got into position and slid in his cock. It was like a warm, tight, wet pussy hole from heaven. He didn’t move a muscle and came inside her instantly.
“What are you doing?” Precious asked.
“I couldn’t help it, I was too far gone to start with,” Mark replied. He pulled out and lay on his back next to Precious. Next to the nightstand with the gun. Thinking quickly, he rolled over and pulled the gun out of the drawer. He noticed immediately that the clip was missing. “What the fuck?” he asked. “This gun has no clip!”
Precious stood up and let the cum drip out of her pussy and run down her leg. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and cleaned off the mess. “I am so disappointed in you,” she said. “I wanted you to fuck me till I couldn’t walk, and you came before you started.”
“Did you hear what I said? There is no clip in this gun.”
“I know, it’s not my gun, the guy I got if from was supposed to get me the clip but never did.”
“What is wrong with you?” Mark asked. “Are you some sort of fucking psycho? Do you even have a husband?”
“Yes I do, he’s in jail.” Precious replied. “Possession with intent to sell.”
“What’s up with all the drama? Why all the stories?” Mark asked.
“I don’t know, that’s how I am,” she replied.
Mark was feeling guilty for cheating on his wife and now he realized it had been with a nut case. This woman might go running to his wife and tell her what he did. Who knows? This woman seemed very unstable. “I’m going to be leaving now,” Mark said sliding across the bed towards his clothes piled on the floor.
Chapter 6
Mommy’s turn
Bob returned from the bunker, his mother could tell he was still wired from raping and beating Cathy. Julie Anne had watched the action from her view screen and played with herself while her son had his way with the captive. Bob walked by his mother and out of the corner of his eye saw her hand moving in circles under her dress between her legs. Julie Anne, in her late fifties, was an average looking woman, with a few extra pounds.
“Do you have to do that now?” Bob asked his mother.
“Don’t be such a snot,” Julie Anne replied. “This is my house too.”
“I pay the rent,” Bob replied.
Julie Anne refrained from masturbating for a moment and looked at her son. He was in his mid-twenties and not a bad looking boy. “Why don’t you come over here and help me?” she asked.
“I’m not really into incest mom,” Bob replied.
“You’re an adult now, don’t think of it that way.”
Bob opened his laptop and turned it on. He wanted to check his email and social media. He ignored his mother.
Frustrated at her son’s dismissal, Julie Anne stood up and walked up behind her son and rubbed his shoulders. Bob shivered but didn’t stop her. “You seem so tense, was she a hard girl to fuck?”
“She put up a fight at first, but not for long,” Bob replied.
“Did you cum?”
“Yes mother.”
“Don’t call me mother, call me Julie Anne.”
Bob turned his head back to look at his mother. Her breasts were in his face. “No, you are my mother
, not a date.”
Pissed, Julie Anne took her hands off of her son’s shoulders and walked back to her chair. She pulled up her dress, took it off and tossed it on Bob’s laptop.
“What are you doing?” Bob asked. “I am not fucking my mother!”
Julie Anne got down on the floor and crawled over to her son trying to separate his legs to get to his cock but he stopped her.
“Stop it mother!” Bob snapped.
She continued to try to pry his legs apart. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had real cock?” she asked. “Just this one time, I need to feel it in my mouth.”
Bob stood up and pushed his mother aside. “I’m going back to the club for a while, you need to go to bed.”
Disappointed, Julie Anne gathered up her dress and put it back on. She watched her son leave the house slamming the door behind him. She sat for a while and thought about what to do next. In the back of her head she knew she had a captive supply of girls in the bunker, but craved a nice hard cock. At this point she was so horny she didn’t care who she was with. Bob had a strict rule that his mother could never go into any of the cells, she could go in the walkway, and feed the girls, but never enter inside.
Bob didn’t know, but Julie Anne had copies of all the cell door keys. For months Julie Anne was jealous that Bob could get what he wanted from the girls at any time, but she couldn’t get anything from anyone. She had no car and Bob didn’t allow her to use his. After being denied sex from her son, and being as wound up as she was from watching him rape one of the girls, she was bound and determined to have one herself. Bob would never find out, the girls were well trained not to speak to anyone unless spoken too.
Later, Julie Anne entered the bunker. She walked down to the cell of the girl she liked the best. The one she had seen raped many times on video. Her name was Linda and was the wife of one of Bob's friends. Once Bob knew of her affairs, he kidnapped her and put her in the bunker. She was the second girl to ever be housed there.
Linda heard the clank of the door when Julie Anne entered the bunker. She was sitting on the edge of her bed when her captor showed up at her cell. Linda was surprised to see Julie Anne instead of Bob.
“How are you doing?” Julie Anne asked.
Linda sat silent.
“You can answer.”
“Where’s he?” Linda asked.
“He’s out for the night, he wanted me to come take care of you for a while.”
“Take care of me how?”
Julie Anne unlocked the cell door and walked inside. She relocked the door and stepped over to Linda who was dressed in a white t shirt and bikini panties. “I want was Bob gets.” Julie Anne said.
Linda looked up at Julie Anne with a curious look, she didn’t understand what Julie Anne meant. Then Julie Anne took off her dress and tossed it on the floor. She was nude.
“You want to have sex with me?” Linda asked.
“Not the same way he does obviously, but yes,” Julie Anne replied.
Linda waited for direction, she always did what Bob told her.
Julie walked over to the bed and sat down next to Linda, she reached over and pulled up her shirt exposing her round firm breasts. “I never thought a girl would do this to me,” Julie Anne said grasping hold of Linda’s right breast. She squeezed and let loose. A warm feeling came over her and she moved in closer. “Kiss me,” Julie Anne said as she moved towards Linda’s lips. Linda didn’t resist, she kissed Julie Anne back and the two held the kiss for a few seconds. Now Julie Anne was very wet.
Feeling that Linda would be no problem, Julie Anne tugged at Linda’s shirt and motioned for her to undress. Linda stood up and removed her shirt and panties and Julie Anne lay on her back on the bed nude.
“I want to feel your tongue inside me,” Julie Anne said.
Linda walked around to the top of the bed and crawled down towards Julie Anne’s pussy. Once in place, she let herself down, skin on skin and buried her face in Julie Anne’s hot wet crack. Julie then spread Linda’s pussy and buried her tongue in Linda and together they sixty nined each other. Julie Anne was in fucking heaven feeling another person touch her down there. She was tired of masturbation and needed the real feel even if it was another woman.
For the next twenty minutes, the women continued to lick each other to the point of orgasm. At least for Julie Anne, Linda was like a robot who tried to disassociate herself as much as she could. To her it was a job.
When they finished, Linda crawled off the bed. Julie Anne laid on the bed with her eyes closed relaxing and Linda saw her opportunity. As quiet as she could be, Linda stepped over to Julie Anne and dropped her knee on Julie Anne’s throat feeling her windpipe give under the pressure. Julie Anne’s eyes popped wide open and she tried to sit up but Linda kept the pressure on her neck keeping her flat on the bed. Scratching and struggling, Julie Anne finally gave loose and passed out, soon she would die from asphyxiation.
On the floor next to the bed, the keys lay next to Julie Anne’s dress. Linda scooped them up quickly and got dressed. She fumbled with the keys and tried them all till she found the one that unlocked her door. She knew that the main door had a key code lock on it, so she ran to the back entrance by Cathy’s cell. The door was wide open and she ran through it without saying a word to the other girls. They didn’t see her anyway, the sex was so quiet that nobody knew what was going on.
Once through the tunnel, Linda stepped into Bob and Linda’s house. She was in the basement and quickly found the stairs to the main floor. There she saw an array of video display monitors with views of the cells in the bunker. She was at such an emotional high, all she wanted was to get free. The thought of going back and letting the others go didn’t cross her mind, she knew Bob would be back soon and that once she contacted the police, they could come back and rescue the other three.
Moving around the monitors, she spied the front door and dashed quickly to it. She pulled open the door and breathed fresh air for the first time in months. It was dark, but still warm and she had no idea where town was from the front door, but that didn’t matter. She took off over the porch, down the steps and ran down the driveway to the gravel road. There she could see the lights of town and headed that way.
As she walked, she realized that in her while underwear she would shine in the night to anyone driving, including Bob. Was it worth it to keep on the main road or should she head down a different way to town. She needed to get back to town and find the police. Bob was going down like his mother.
Chapter 7
Two as one
Back at the “Silver Nugget Gentlemen’s club”, Bob walked in and greeted the bouncer on duty, he was still pissed so he didn’t say much and walked over to the bar to see if Maria was in. One the way over, Bob spied Mark sitting alone in the back stewing and sipping on a drink. Maria could wait, he felt better chatting with his friend, “What’s up?” Bob asked.
Mark looked up and didn’t crack a smile. “Nothing,” Mark replied.
Bob pulled up a chair and sat down. “You look like your dog just died.”
“I bet I do,” Mark replied.
“Are you going to tell me or not? What’s wrong?”
Mark pushed his drink around on the table and avoided answering the question. Then he looked at Bob who was staring at him. “I fucked up royally today,” Mark said.
“Well, go on.”
“I did the one thing I swore I’d never do at a photo shoot,” Mark said flat.
“What did you do? Fuck one of your models?” Bob asked.
A very long awkward pause ensued.
“Yes,” was all Mark said looking at his drink avoiding eye contact with Bob.
“Holy shit dude, how did that happen?”
“She shoved my face in her pussy and told me to eat it.”
“No fucking way,” Bob said.
“I was six inches away, taking pictures and she took the camera out of my hand and pushed my face in her pussy. I couldn’t stop
myself. Don’t try to judge me, I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Hey, I’m not judging you.” Bob said.
“I know how you feel about this sort of thing with your mom and dad.”
“You’ve never done this before right?”
“No, never, I love my wife, I feel like total shit. If she ever found out I’d kill myself.”
“Did you do anything else besides eat her out?” Bob asked.
Another long pause. “Yes, I fucked her too.”
“It was a onetime oops, don’t sweat it, we all make mistakes, the important thing is that you realize that and you’re sorry for what you did. You’re not some serial cheater. Not like Cathy, or that fucking Chad guy.”
Mark looked over at Bob. “Have you heard anything new about Cathy?”
Taking a hard swallow and hiding it, Bob replied, “No, I haven’t heard anything.”
“I saw the police earlier talking to the guy she was fucking, he left with them.”
“Really? Maybe that son of a bitch knows where she is, he probably has her tied up in his basement.”
“They wouldn’t detain him if they didn’t think he knew something,” Mark said.
“I’d love to be there right now and listen to that conversation. I may have been the last person to see her, but he has a reason to get rid of her. If he’s married, he wouldn’t want his wife to hear about it.”
“She’s only missing, not dead,” Mark said. “They’ll find her.”
“Yeah, in a shallow grave behind his boat house,” Bob said. “That guy looked funny to me, I know he has something to do with her disappearance
The two men sat and drank, watching the dancers on stage. Bob knew he had to play it cool and not let Mark know that Cathy was back at his secret bunker locked up like a farm animal. Bob honestly thought that Mark’s confession absolved him of his guilt, anyone can make a mistake and he could see the grief in Mark’s eyes. They shared a common bond in their disdain for lying cheating whores and Bob felt this woman lured Mark into committing an act he would never have done otherwise. It was the bitches fault, it was always the bitches fault, and Bob felt that maybe Mark would do well to know what he had buried back at his place. It would be easier to punish these women with a partner than alone, and his mother was very unstable at best.
