Future of Porn

I was still a little uncertain what time it was, and how long I been here, but at least I knew where I was. Candy was sleeping to my left, her back to me, and Maya was sleeping to my right on her back. My penis was flaccid. I looked through the window; the sun had set, so I had been here for a while. A soft silk sheet covered the three of us, so I was obviously not the last to pass out. The thought hit me, and I decided to get up to see exactly what time it was. I put on a pair of boxers and headed downstairs. Max was there sipping at a cup of tea. I asked with a mild urgency: “How long have I been out?”

Max put down his cup and in a calm tone replied: “Don’t you mean, are your friends here?” I nodded, he continued in a calm demeanour: “No, but by my calculations they should be here within an hour. You may want to get Candy and Maya up.”

I replied is a calmer tone: “Thanks Max, I will go and wake them. Later.” I headed upstairs, making a quick stop in the bathroom. As I was pissing I heard a small noise, I was not able to place it and forgot about it. I had just finished when a pair of small hands touched the back of my shoulders, it took all my restraint not to spin around.

I could not tell whose hands were on my back, but I knew it had to be Candy or Maya. I heard Maya whisper softly: “Hi love.”

I was a little surprised when Candy then spoke and said: “That was really nice Vinny.”

I turned my head to see whose hands were actually on my back. Maya and Candy had their hands wrapped around each other and each had one hand on my back. I smiled as I said: “It’s nice to see both of you.” They smiled as I continued: “My friends should be here soon, you may want to get dressed if you want to see them dropping in.”

The girls nodded and headed back to our room, I followed them, enjoying the swaying of their lovely asses as they caressed each other. When we reached our room the girls turned and Maya said: “How should we dress?”

I replied: “Casually, these boys are a little rough around the edges and will definitely gawk and stare.” The girls giggled and set about getting dressed. I put on a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, and then headed downstairs. I had only been waiting for a minute when my radio picked up a signal; I pulled it out of my bag and listened to it.

It was the plane’s pilot on the horn: “Repeat this is Eagle Nine we are five minutes from the drop site, Alpha Company is ready to jump. LZ do you hear us, over?”

I replied: “This is the LZ, we hear you Eagle Nine. You have a green light on the drop, and we will be waiting for them, over.”

The radio crackled: “Roger that. Proceeding with drop, over.” The radio went dead as the girls came down the stairs, and we went outside as we heard the sound of a plane heading our way. We walked out and I saw a small plane flying at high altitude. They were at about five thousand feet.

As the plane passed over us four chutes opened. It only took a few seconds for the four men to become obvious as they drifted toward the ground. They headed out a few feet from us; they were in tight formation as they descended, just enough distance apart so their chutes did not touch. I knew it was my friends, they were still completely nuts. I had not seen them in awhile.

They landed softly, making it look easy. Dropping their chutes as they landed, they removed their helmets as they ran toward us. They stopped and saluted as they stood before me. Their leader bellowed out: “Alpha Company reporting General!” All my guys were completely surprised and Maya and Candy looked at me in stupor. Their leader they added: “Major Domenic ‘Pain’ Cartwright reporting for duty.”

I hugged the girls closer as I said: “At ease men. You will refer to me as Vinny and do not salute me until further notice. Understood?”

All four men relaxed their stance and bellowed: “Yes, Sir!”

Domenic then moved closer to me and reached out to shake my hand: “Nice to see you Vinny. We will have to talk a little later. We have news on your father.” I smiled and shook his hand.

The man to his left moved forward, and said: “Major Victor ‘Damage’ O’Riley reporting for duty!” He reached out and shook my hand, then moved back as the next man moved forward.

An older skinny looking man moved in front of me as the last moved back: “Major Theodore ‘Problems’ McNeil reporting for duty!” I shook his hand.

He then fell back as the last man moved forward. He spoke with a heavy French accent as he said: “Majeur George ‘Carnage’ Villeneuve reporting for duty!” I shook his hand, and then he moved back.

All four in a line again I said in a casual tone: “Nice to see you guys again. It’s getting late, but we need to get a few things done. Your first task is to get a fort set up to house the three hundred or so people you see down there. The second task is to set up a mess hall, showers, latrines and a dump. Your final task for now, after all that is done, is to come and meet me and my associates for a strategy session.”

Just as they were about to speak the roar of a large group of motorcycles heading down the road to the house caught our attention and we all looked out to see what was happening. I noticed that the boys were finally back and said: “That’s our help; they are bringing supplies and transportation. Get to work! Anybody who you see may be called upon to help you.”

George replied: “Does that include you and the two lovely creatures under your arms?”

I smiled and replied: “It includes me, but if you want my girls to help you will need to ask them politely, they will choose.”

Theodore stepped forward and politely asked: “Will you girls help me get the rest of this rabble ready while Vinny goes and gets the pallets with the other three majors?”

Maya and Candy blushed and nodded. Theodore walked arm in arm with them as the rest of us headed to the construction site where two flatbeds and the guys waited for us. Ed, Frank, Paul, and Allen all said hi to the majors and then gave me a quick breakdown of their trip. They had acquired two flatbeds, and two cube vans. But one of the cube vans was now filled to capacity with food. This left us with a flatbed to move the pallets and one van and one flatbed for moving the belongings of all our residents. I left the boys under the command of Theodore, telling him to get everything mobile while we got the pallets.

George was elected to drive, while Domenic and Victor joined me in the back. Domenic was the biggest of the four and Victor a close second. However I was still a fair bit bigger than either of them. We headed out toward the pallets. When we reached the first one we got off, dragged it to the flatbed, eased the side on and then pushed it onto the truck. Each pallet was slightly more than a ton in weight. We picked up all four then headed back to base.

During our absence Theodore had the boys move the flood lights from the construction site into positions to provide us with the needed lighting in order to set up the village. There were forty mobile floodlight rigs, and with the proper layout Theodore had managed to brightly illuminate an area the size of a football field.

After taking in his handy work we started unpacking the tents and setting up the new village. It took a little over three hours for us to get the first two pallets unpacked and set up. We stopped at that point and left the third pallet wrapped up. We had more tents than needed, but we undid the fourth and started setting up the command buildings. Within an hour we had a mess hall, ten latrines and three showers set up. Candy, Maya and me called it a day and headed back to the house, but the boys said they’d finish helping the layout and started to assign tents to the various people. They said they’d be a couple hours.

The sun was starting rise, so I decided to join the girls and get a little sleep. I got about four hours of sleep before I woke up. I was a little tired but not enough to doze off easily. I was still trying to make up my mind as to what to do when I saw the door creeping open. I did not want to yell but also did not want anybody to see Maya naked, I whispered: “Who’s there?”

Max’s voice replied: “It’s Max, can I come in?” The door had stopped opening as he waited for my answer.

“I would prefer if you didn’t. But what can I do for you?”

“Your military buddies want to talk to you.”

I replied rather hastily: “I will be down in five.” I got up and, trying not to wake the girls, slid gently out of bed as I continued: “Have they been waiting long?”

“Nah, they just got in and are talking with Ed, Paul, Allen and Frank. They still want to see you. Domenic offered to come and get you, ‘military style’ he said.”

“Thank you for stopping him. The girls would have killed him if he had.”

“No problem, I will tell them you’re on your way.” Max closed the door and left. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs. I was greeted by the sight of Domenic and Victor arm wrestling on the kitchen table.

I said firmly: “What are you doing?” They ignored my words and kept up the challenge.

George replied: “Wait a second Vinny, they have been at it for ten minutes, and one of them should lose soon.”

I laughed as I said: “I have seen them going at it for well over fifteen minutes before.”

Theodore replied: “Yeah, like he said, it should be over soon.”

Max had his hand on his face. I walked up to him and said in a consoling tone: “At least they haven’t broken any furniture yet.” Max pointed to the corner of the room where a pile of splintered wood lay. I replied: “What was that before they smashed it?”

Max replied in a downtrodden tone: “Thankfully it was only a wooden crate I used as an end table. But they have not been here very long, how much more will they break before they leave?”

I replied in a sincere tone: “I will make certain that they behave. And from now on we will have our meetings in the mess hall we put up, hopefully that will reduce the damages.” Max smiled.

I walked up to the guys just in time to see Domenic win the match. They all started to cheer, except Victor that is. I said: “Hi guys, nice to see you again. Now will you please not break anything else, you are guests here, just like me.”

Domenic replied in a teasing tone: “I’ll have you know that I only broke that box because it couldn’t support my weight.”

Max replied: “That’s because you were holding Victor over your head at the time.”

I could not help laughing as I said: “Pain, exactly why were you trying to stand on a box with Damage slung over your head?”

Domenic replied casually: “I was trying to see if Victor’s claim was right.”

I looked at Victor and said: “What did you say to start this?”

Victor tried to look innocent as he said: “I only stated that I could fall correctly even when being body slammed.”

I placed my hand, in desperation, over my face as I replied slowly: “Do I want to know how you guys got into a discussion where you’d make such a statement?”

Victor was about to answer, then waved it off and said: “No, you probably don’t.”

I looked at the four and said in a calm tone: “Didn’t I ask you guys to come and help me restore order to this place?” They all nodded. I yelled back: “Then why are you causing more destruction than the bikers?”

Domenic in a submissive voice said: “Oops! Guess we should behave a little more responsibly.” I nodded, Domenic added in a playful tone: “But where would the fun be in that?” Then all four started to laugh again. I was about to yell when they all stopped. Their attention had been caught by something behind me. I turned.

Maya and Candy, both only wearing night shirts and panties were standing by the door frame; both lazily rubbing their eyes. Candy spoke in a tender voice: “What’s all the noise? We were trying to get a little sleep.”

I glared at the boys, turned to the girls then I lovingly replied: “Sorry, it seems my friends,” I turned back to the boys, “are still a little rowdy. I am certain they are sorry for waking you.” They all nodded. I continued still facing the guys, “They will be more careful in the future.” They all nodded again. I turned back to the girls. “I know you have all worked together, but just to be proper, let me introduce you.”

I walked up to the girls and turned around, placing my hand on Candy’s shoulder: “This lovely Devil is Candy.” I placed my hand on Maya’s shoulder, “The lovely angel accompanying her is Maya.” The girls’ arms wrapped around my back, not quite making it all the way around. I continued: “I love them both dearly. Treat them like the goddesses they are.” Both girls blushed. I walked over to the guys. Pointing to Domenic I said: “This is Major Pain and trust me he is a one.” Domenic kicked me hard, but I continued unfazed “He is the leader of Alpha Company, a special ops group. His specialties include interrogation, infiltration, intelligence and counter-intelligence.” Domenic smiled and gave a half salute toward the girls.

I pointed at Victor: “This is Major Damage and I know no man capable of doing more than him; his only problem is that he does it to friend and foe alike.” Victor was too close to kick me, so he delivered a good punch to my side. Alas my attention was unaffected, and I continued: “He is the youngest member of Alpha Company, being a mere 45 years old; he is their acting second in command. His specialities include armed combat, heavy weapons, artillery, guerrilla tactics and hand to hand combat.” Victor smiled as he also gave the girls a half salute.

I moved over to where George and Theodore were, then pointing at Theodore I continued: “This is Major Problems; he solves and causes almost all of Alpha Company’s…” Theodore kicked the back of my knees, and the last word was cut off as I avoided falling. I continued as soon as I was upright again: “He is the radio operator and pilot for Alpha Company. His specialties include cryptography, communications, telecommunications, vehicle operations, land/air/water, cartography, reconnaissance.” Theodore just smiled.

I pointed to George and said: “Last and possibly least,” George kicked me in the shin, “This is Major Carnage; He causes it, wherever he goes. “He is the acquisitions or supply officer, he also acts as the cook, medic, engineer, sniper, translator, liaison and many other jobs, he fills the needs that the other members can’t or don’t want to. His specialty is adapting, you need it and he does it, whatever it may be.”

George added with his French accent: “I am also fluent in many languages.”

Domenic added: “Yeah, he can talk with a bad French accent in over thirty languages.” George turned to him and gave him the finger. We all started to laugh.

Maya and Candy were now fully awake; I moved back to them and they moved in, hugging me with love. Maya spoke softly: “What time is it?”

Max beat all of us and said: “It’s nine, why?”

Candy answered for Maya: “Vinny asked us to accompany him to his old place to get some essentials.”

Maya finished the thought: “And we were wondering if it was too early to go.”

I replied lovingly: “It’s never too early when you want something.” All four majors cheered the statement.

The girls blushed as they clung to me with greater strength. Domenic said: “Don’t worry ladies, we may be a little rough around the edges, but we won’t bite.”

Victor added: “Unless you ask, that is.” They all started to howl at the comment.

Maya and Candy hung on me like scared children. I enjoyed it and bent down to pick them up; they both grabbed a hold of my neck as I wrapped my arms around their waists and picked them up. Once I was standing they wrapped their legs around my waist making it very hard for me to walk. I stood there for a few minutes as they snuggled their heads into my shoulders. The guys glared at me like I was the devil himself.

I replied in a mocking tone: “You guys are only angry because you don’t have a pair of your own.” Candy and Maya smiled in my direction, as the guys all gave me the finger. I softly whispered into the girls’ ears: “I love you both, but can I put you down now?”

They both put their legs down and I lowered them to the floor. They stood beside me as I added: “If you two are ready we can head over to my old place. Those four ruffians and I will talk once we get back.”

Maya said: “We will get dressed, give us five.”

Domenic spoke up and said: “Take your time ladies, I want to arm wrestle Vinny boy.” The girls scampered off as I walked up to the table and removed my jacket, exposing my arms.

I said: “Who’s first?”

Domenic replied: “I am.”

Victor added: “I go after.”

Domenic and I locked arms, Max acting as the referee. He made certain we were ready then said: “GO!” as he pulled his hands away.

I let Domenic apply all his strength before saying in a surprised voice: “Did the match already start?” Domenic was sweating profusely. I applied a good helping of my strength, throwing Domenic out of his seat as his hand crashed loudly against the table.

Victor quickly took his place as Domenic hollered: “Vinny you bastard! You didn’t need to throw me to the floor!”

I smiled saying: “Oops! Guess I don’t know my own strength.” Domenic was still fuming.

Max made certain we were ready and once again started the match by saying: “GO!” Again I toyed with my opponent; Victor was sweating as I smashed his hand against the table. He was lucky enough not to lose his balance, but did not take well to defeat.

It had been less than five minutes, but the girls came down, dressed in jeans and white tees. The guys all whistled at the pair. I smiled and said: “You two look lovely. You ready to go?” They both nodded. I continued: “I know it’s not very romantic, but can these lugs join us?” I pointed to Domenic, George, Theodore and Victor. The girls shook their heads. I looked at the boys and said: “Sorry guys.” They sighed.

The girls and I left, taking one of Max’s Vans. We soon arrived at my old place. We got out of the van; Max had driven us to the house and decided to stay in the vehicle. He was wise enough to bring a book to read. We headed into the building, when we reached my loft I grabbed the heavy door and opened it. Maya was a little taken aback by the place.

She said: “Vinny, this is a very unique place.” She looked around before she continued: “There’s only one true door in this place, I have never seen such a distinct layout.”

Candy chimed in: “Isn’t it cool? Vinny and I lived here together for a few days. This is where we fell in love.” Candy hugged me close and placed a tender kiss on my lips.

Maya looked at us and said: “You do make a nice couple.” We both smiled broadly. We all then walked in and I gave Maya a quick tour. Then I started to pack the all my clothes into my duffle bag. Candy and Maya were kind enough to clean out my fridge, figuring anything left in there was rotten. Lucky for them, I had almost nothing in the fridge. When I had finished packing up my necessary clothing and a few other things, I headed downstairs. I opened the hidden panel by the front door and removed my equipment bag.

I had not touched it since the night before I was arrested. I felt a little nostalgic about it, and was thinking back to it when Maya hollered: “Vinny, wake up!” I looked in her direction. She continued: “Vinny, are you ready to get going?”

I smiled and said: “Sorry, I was just thinking back to the night I was arrested.”

Maya said: “You shouldn’t linger on bad things.”

I laughed and replied: “What are talking about? That was a great night; I had so much fun.” Maya looked at me incredulously, I added: “I could have done without the week in jail, but that night itself, I got into a great brawl, and made new allies. It was glorious.”

Candy was rolling on the floor laughing as Maya just stood there frozen. I walked up to her and gave her a tender hug as I whispered into her ear: “You’ll get used to our way of life.” She looked at me incredulously as I continued: “We aren’t that hard to stomach. And I promise to keep you safe from the really rough stuff.” I turned and looked at Candy as I said in a louder tone: “Candy, I think Maya is having some difficulties adapting to the world of the biker and our simple joys.”

Sherry dropped to her knees beneath the window. A puff of flower-scented air sent the sheers billowing cloud-like into the room above her head. When Miguel’s rake began to pull the winter debris from around the bushes right outside the window and scrape against the house’s foundation, Sherry pressed herself against the wall; both to hide herself should Miguel look into the house through the open window, and to offer her body to the rake.

The image of her lying spread-eagled on the ground with her arms and legs bound with rough twine to the crude wooden stakes that Cesar used with the young saplings while Miguel stood over her, dragging the metal tines of his rake down her body, leaped into her mind and refused to leave. Every rasp of the rake against the outside wall felt like it was being dragged across her breasts and belly and over her pussy. Leaving vivid, parallel lines on her smooth, bare, winter-paled skin just like he was creating in the sun-warmed dirt only a few inches away.

Miguel said something to his uncle. He was right there, his hand resting on the windowsill. She could smell him now, his pheromone-laced, sweaty scent an aphrodisiac pipelining directly to her brain – and her clit. His words were unintelligible, except – except for “Senora Sherry” dropped in the middle of his opaque soliloquy.

“What had he said about her? Did he know she was there, naked, completely bare, and wet, and fingering her pussy on the other side of the wall, mere inches away, and separated only by her remaining inhibitions? Good god – can he smell me? Can he smell the perfume on my fingertips and on my thighs?”

Sherry stabbed at her pussy with one hand, three fingers disappearing between the soft pink folds of her labia while her thumbnail pressed against the base of her clit. A whimper escaped her lips.

“I can’t. I want to. Fuck me, I want to, but I can’t. ”

Her image of Him crowded Miguel out of her mind. She wasn’t permitted to share her nakedness with anyone but Him. She wanted to fuck Miguel more than anything in the world right now, to be taken and ravaged and sodomized and raped and made into his whore. It was impossible, but that only made her want it – and him – even more.

Her husband did not even enter into the equation. The contest and the competition for Sherry’s body was between Him and Miguel. It was close, so fucking close. And no matter who won, Cesar would be there to watch. She wanted him to see her on her knees, being taken and used and being a wicked, nasty slut. But whose slut? Miguel’s? Or the man who owned her soul?

Miguel picked up his rake and continued his work, moving slowly along the wall.

There was no way she could get to the bedroom without being seen.

The wide, sun-lit gallery hallway that separated the public spaces in the house from the bedroom suite was all windows on the garden side. And the shades in the gallery were pulled up, leaving no way for her to scamper down the long passageway past the evenly spaced portraits of her children and the rest of her family that lined the opposite wall.

And she had to get to her bedroom.

His requirements had been quite explicit. It had to be the bedroom. She only had this morning to fulfill His requirements. She had to be finished by noon, at the latest.

There was only one way.

Sherry put the wooden spoon between her teeth, and she began to crawl.

She moved slowly, keeping pace with the sound of Miguel’s rake. She hugged the wall beneath the windows, and kept as low to the floor as she could, stretching her arms and legs out as far in front of and behind her body as possible. Crawling like a leopard stalks its prey through the tall grass.

Only Sherry wasn’t the leopard, or the hunter. She was the prey and the hunted. But did she want to escape from Miguel? Or did she want to be caught? Exposed and discovered, and forced to show him her naked, wet body and to kneel in front of him to perform wicked, unspeakable and perverted sexual acts for him?

The taste of herself on the wooden handle between her lips only added to her torment. A small part of her brain wondered if her husband had ever picked up this spoon on the nights he cooked stir-fry and smelled her cunt on the handle and wondered what it was. It was only a momentary diversion, though.

As she crawled, Sherry watched Miguel’s shadow move on the opposite wall, projecting his physique onto the portraits of her son and her daughter and her husband, one by one. She moved in concert with him, photograph by photograph, taking care that she did not let her own shadow break the slanted golden rectangles on the blue-gray, slate floor to reveal her presence.

Each time Miguel stopped to rest for a moment, Sherry reached between her legs to masturbate. She urgently frigged her clit and thrust her fingers into her pussy to bring herself closer to the edge – if that were even possible. The mere act of being naked and crawling at his feet like his blonde slutpet was intoxicating, all by itself.

It took almost twenty minutes, but Miguel and Sherry finally arrived at the door to the bedroom. She waited for him to step away from the window to pour his accumulated pile of leaves and sticks into a bag, and then she made her move, scampering on her hands and knees like a scared rabbit through the bedroom door and into the safety of her bedroom.

The bed sheets were still mussed and the pillows tossed about from her husband’s frenetic attempt to give her an orgasm earlier. Their conjoined scents still lingered in the air, too; making the presence of the naked, wet wife seem like a prelude to a repeat performance.

“The scene of the crime. No, the crimes – plural. The faked orgasm from the first act of today’s small slice of reality – and the crimes yet to be committed.”

Sherry knelt and felt around under the bed for her marabou-frilled mules. The bad girls always wore heels when they fucked, didn’t they? And Sherry was going to be bad today. Very bad, indeed.

Of course, she hadn’t worn them earlier, for her wakeup fuck. Her husband didn’t even know that these shoes existed. They were only a line item on a charge statement from Nordstrom’s to him. These shoes were not for him.

No, they were for Him – the director of the script for Act II in today’s dance. The Owner of her soul and the wellspring of her insatiable craving to serve and submit and obey. Her Trainer and Mentor and Director. Him.

She dragged her spike-heeled black shoes out from under the bed and stepped into them. The mere act of balancing on the four-inch dagger-spikes sent her pulse racing. She remembered the reaction she had gotten from the shoe salesman who had waited on her when she had bought them last week.

He had told her to buy them, telling her exactly what He wanted, down to the color and style. He had even specified how she was to buy them. She had done as He had demanded - wearing a short, tight skirt, a dangerously low-cut top, and a pair of stockings and pumps. Just that – and jewelry and perfume. And she had let the poor man catch a glimpse of her bare pussy – her bare, very wet pussy – when he slipped them onto her feet; and she had rubbed her stocking-covered toes up the inside of his leg to tease and torment him.

She had felt so wicked and sinful and so very much in control of the helpless, powerless man she had tortured with her presence. But she hadn’t been in control – not really. She had been following His orders, right down to rubbing her freshly-painted, nylon-covered toes against his erection until he had embarrassed himself with a wide, dark wet spot on the front of his pants.

Impulsively, she had walked out of the store without paying for the shoes; with only a single, quick glance over her shoulder at him, still sitting on his little stool, immobilized by his lack of control.

Later, after masturbating to orgasm in the parking lot while she left a long, wicked message on His voicemail telling him all about it; she had gone back and bought a pair of wonderful red Manolos, and paid for both pairs to assuage her guilt.

But that had been a mere warm-up, and a preamble for today. For now.

Already half-drunk on her arousal, Sherry strutted around the bedroom, her fingers alternating between stroking her pussy and cupping her breasts and running her wet fingers through her hair. She stood in front of the window, legs spread wide, and with her fingers buried in her cunt.

Miguel was a few feet away, still methodically raking the leaves from in front of the gallery windows; his whistle a steady reminder of how close he was. His presence added a dangerous new element to the game today. A new risk. And that made Sherry want to please Him even more. She knew He would approve – doing it while there was a stranger nearby. Someone who might catch her in the act. He didn’t want to share her with anyone else. No, but He did enjoy having her walk on the edge of discovery for Him.

Sherry continued to play with her clit in front of the window. She adjusted the drapes so that there was a two-inch gap between them, and she cranked open the casements so the breeze could make the pleated silk dance and move with each puff of air and let bursts of golden sunlight wash over the scene of her damnation and her deliverance.

She got her equipment from the bottom drawer of her dresser and set it up. The tripod at the foot of the bed, and the camera perched on top, aimed at the center of the bed. Sherry focused the lens on the crumpled up pillow in the center of the wrinkled plateau.

Outside, she heard Miguel whistle his way out towards the curb. Peeking between the curtains, Sherry saw him lighting a cigarette and leaning against the battered, multi-hued side of the pickup truck, talking to Uncle Cesar. He turned to look at the house while his lips moved, telling Cesar something that the old man evidently found to be of great interest. He, too, looked in the direction of the dining room window, when Miguel tilted his head in that direction and smiled.

An illicit thrill raced down Sherry’s spine at the explicit inference that Miguel had seen her in the dining room while she had masturbated. She held the remote control for the camera against her clit, and pressed it against her wet flesh. Behind her, the camera clicked and cycled, taking a picture of the empty bed.

Empty now, but not for long.

Sherry turned away from the window and crawled onto the bed, facing the headboard. She lifted her ass up in the air and eased her legs apart. And then she began to masturbate, her fingers dancing along the insides of her thighs.

Click.

Dragging her fingernails over her ass, leaving red streaks across her smooth, tanned flesh.

Click.

Spreading her labia and opening up the glistening, wet pink flesh between her legs.

Click. Click. Click.

Her fingers probed inside while she pressed her face against the pillow. So lovely…. So fucking lovely…

In her mind, her fingers were His cock, teasing her pussy with its girth; it’s large, flared head forcing her lips apart and making wet, sucking sounds as it pushed against the entrance to her cunt.

“Someday, someday, it will be His cock. I want to feel Him stretch me and push into me and bang against my cervix.”

She snapped off several more shots.

“Yes, Sir. I am your obedient little cunt. Exhibiting myself for You – and You alone. Fuck me, hurt me, make me your whore and your slut.”

She spoke the same words aloud, proclaiming her wickedness to the walls, while she spasmed and clenched around the three fingers inside her pussy, while she reeled off a half dozen more photographs.

Her nose and her tongue found a damp spot on the sheet. She licked at her husband’s residue while she fucked and masturbated and danced closer to the brink for her Trainer.

“Fuck me now, Sir. Please fuck me. Hurt me. Use me. Fuck me in my tight little cunt and then take me in the ass. Tell me what a wicked slut I am. Your slut – your whore and your cunt.”

She slapped her other hand against her ass cheek, and then found her clit, savaging it with her newly manicured, blood-red nails.

“Fuck me, it hurt’s so good. Now, please fuck me now,” she panted.

Another four frozen images of indecency and wickedness were committed to the tiny sliver of silicon inside the digital camera.

He had specified exactly those poses. Wearing her new shoes, and on the bed, ass towards the camera in the morning light, after she had been fucked by her husband and his come was still fresh in her pussy and oozing out of her slit. He was explicit and graphic and very specific in His instructions. Sherry knew that He expected perfection – and she intended to give it to Him.

She wondered if He would be hard when he saw them, His cock in his hand, stroking it, while her pictures painted themselves on His computer monitor. She so very much wanted Him to be hard – and to come – at the sight of her. She was His exhibitionist and His slave. And she would be anything – absolutely anything – He wanted her to be.

He made her feel so fucking alive, the way He talked to her on the telephone and the wicked and erotic and profane emails He sent to her. She was putty in His hands, really – shameless and obedient and so very much craving His approval. It had been that way since she had first written to Him.

She had stumbled across His wonderfully lewd and pornographic stories on a web site, and once she had read them, she knew that she had to write to Him. The possibility that she could be one of the women He wrote about was suddenly the most important thing in the world to this fashionably-suburban housewife. She wanted to live in His world, rather than the tidy, well-ordered world of malls and crabgrass-free lawns she inhabited now.

Faster. Faster, now. She let her knees slide farther apart, and she turned to look back over her shoulder at the camera. “Fuck me now. Make me your prize,” she declared to the lens, while her fingers clenched the firing button on the remote control. So close now, so very fucking close.

She wanted Him to see her come. She had never yet sent Him a photograph of her in mid-orgasm. He had dozens of pictures of her, in every room of her house, and in a Kama Sutra compendium of poses. But never frozen in mid-spasm, showing Him in megapixellated details that she belonged to Him and that every orgasm she had now belonged to Him, and Him alone.

She had the spoon in her hand now; the wide, flat bowl cupping her clit while she pressed the shaft between her lips. Her whole world contracted to center on her clit, and the remote control in her hand.

Now… Now… Now…

Sherry screamed and dived under the sheet when the scent of sweat and cigarettes and freshly mowed grass finally reached her brain. She turned and lifted her head and screamed again.

Miguel leaned against the bedroom doorway, his arms folded and a wicked smile on his face.

“Buenos dias, Senora Sherry. You are even more beautiful than Uncle Cesar says.” He ran his fingers through his hair, wiping it off his forehead. “But then, Uncle Cesar has never seen you so… so…. so naked. Am I correct?”

“Get out of here! This instant! I’ll call the police. I’ll…”

Miguel stepped forward and pulled the obscenely wet spoon from Sherry’s gesturing hand.

The act of surrendering her meaningless weapon turned Sherry into a statue. Miguel used the spoon to pry the sheet from her fingers and drag it down her body, exposing her nakedness.

“There. Better, no?” he chuckled. “Senora Sherry likes being naked and showing off, I think. I want to watch you fuck for your camera. And I want to hear you, and smell you, and taste you.”

Sherry began to shake when Miguel lifted the spoon to his nose.

“Very nice, Senora. A lovely scent.”

Miguel stood directly in front of Sherry and lifted her exposed breast with the bowl of the spoon. “I like you, Senora. And I think you like me, too.” He jiggled her tits, first one and then the other. Sherry’s arms were dead weights at her sides. She was a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place; her eyes fixated on his.

“Please continue, Senora.” He tilted his head towards the camera. “For you? Or for someone else?” He grinned. “Not for your husband, I think, yes? I can see it in your eyes. No, not your husband.”

“You bastard. Get out now.”

“So the kitten has her voice back? Good. I want to hear you moan and whimper when you fuck for me,” he said. “But no, I am not a bastard. Me? No way. I just like naked, blonde sluts – like you.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to watch you fuck. And then I am going to fuck you. With this.” Miguel’s words were carefully and precisely formed, his enunciation slow and sure. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, and held it in his hand and aimed it at Sherry’s face, as he stalked closer. To Sherry’s wide, panic-filled eyes, it got longer and thicker with each step he took.

“Do you want this cock, Senora Sherry? Tell me with your mouth. Tell me with your tongue and your lips. Confess to me how much you want it. But do not deny it. Your beautiful blue eyes have already betrayed you.”

Sherry shrank back against the headboard of the bed. The wind stirred again, sending the curtains billowing and undulating into the room and sending a dancing, slashing stripe of sunlight across her body. The sheet was long lost, at the other end of the bed. She was naked now, defenseless - and very, very wet.

And then she heard Cesar’s whistled melody. He was outside the window, raking.

Did he know where his nephew was? Was he edging closer, to watch her humiliation and her…her what? Was Miguel going to rape her? Here, in her own bedroom? Sherry’s eyes darted back and forth between the slice of daylight between the curtains and Miguel’s erection.

“You have not answered my question, Senora.” The tip of Miguel’s cock was only inches away from her face now. “Tell me, tell me how you want me to fuck you.” He glided closer, so close that Sherry could feel her breath reflected back from the head of his penis.

“You want to taste it, I know you do.”

Sherry closed her eyes. Uncoupled from her mind, her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips.

“I’m much bigger than your husband. I can tell by the way you look at me. Have you ever been fucked by a cock this big? Tell me, Senora.” His words were soft and gentle. “Kiss it and tell me you want me to put this inside you.”

Sherry leaned forward, her lips slightly parted. Her eyes were still closed. She dared not look. She couldn’t. She was a prisoner of his voice and his sweaty, masculine presence. Her heart trip-hammered in her chest and the sound of her own breathing was deafening.

The moment her trembling lips touched the wet tip of his cock, the camera cycled.

Click.

Moaning, with all of her remaining inhibitions stripped away, she fell forward onto Miguel’s cock, taking it to the back of her throat in her uncontrolled lunge.

Click. Click. Click.

He was holding her hair now, not letting her go, keeping her lips wrapped around his erection.

“Very good, Senora. You are quite talented. I think these will make for some excellent pictures. I like your mouth. Yes, I do. Here, show me what you can do.” He pushed her head back and then pulled her face forwards while he thrust his pelvis towards her while he held his finger down on the camera’s trigger switch. “Like that. Suck it. Yes, just like that. Senora Sherry likes to suck cock, doesn’t she?” The clicking and whirring recorded her surrender, frame by damning frame.

Outside, Cesar’s high-pitched notes were snatched away by the rising wind. He was still there, outside the window; a silent partner to his nephew’s conquest of his employer.

Sherry’s fingers found their way back to her pussy and her clit. Miguel was so big, so hard, and he tasted… goddamn, he tasted so fucking good. He was exploring virgin territory now, forcing himself down her throat, gagging her with each thrust and giving her just enough air to survive another dagger-like plunge.