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 No wonder he had to go to such lengths to get a woman!

   Waldo looked at me as if waiting for me to react with something other
than my Stepford-wife look.

   "Christie, this is your Master.  You will address him as Master until
and unless he gives you permission to call him by name.  From here on out
you are to follow hs each and every instruction and you are to meet his
every need.  Pleasing him is why you are alive.  You will never say 'no' to
his requests unless he first gives you permission to make a free choice. 
Do you understand me, Christie?"

   I wanted to cry.  I wanted to SCREAM!

   "Yes, Waldo, I do."

   Waldo turned to my new Master and swallowed, then he spoke,

   "My work here is done.  You will transfer the balance of the money now,
yes?"

   My Master pulled out a cell phone and turned it on.  He drew a tiny
keyboard from another pocket and tapped on it for a while before looking up
at Waldo.

   "Waldo, why don't you call your bank and confirm my part of the
bargain?"



   Waldo called his bank and smiled when they confirmed his new account
balance, he turned to me.

   "Good luck to you, Christie." Then he turned to my Master, "And my best
wished for you, too, sir.  I hope you like her."

   That was the last I saw of Waldo.

   Without any instructions from my Master, I stood there at the entry to
the house as he went back to the garage and brought in his bags.  Looking
out the door I had a glimpse of the cars whizzing by on the PCH and was
helpless to run to the freedom that was so teasingly close.

   "Can I see you, um, like, without the robe if that's okay?"

   "Yes, Master, of course." I dropped my robe.

   He walked around me and was clearly admiring what he saw.  He was a
geek, but I had to admit I was flattered in some small way.  He reached to
me and caressed my breasts, then ran his hands over my skin with the
lightest, feathery touch.  It tickled and I trembled from it.  His hands
went to my ass and squeezed me, not too tight, not too soft.  There was
longing in his touch and I knew it.

   "Christie, have you ever been fucked before?"

   Bold for a geek, wasn't he?

   "Yes, Master."

   "How many times?"

   "Fourteen times by my ex-boyfriend and I'm unsure of how many times by
the workout stations."

   He reached down to my pussy and worked a finger into me.  I was kind of
dry and unprepared for this so I winced from the sudden intrusion.

   "Yeah.  Now I get to fuck you."

   He pulled his finger out and sniffed it before taking me by the hand and
leading me to the kitchen where he washed his hands.  Then he led me
upstairs and it was obvious to me what he had in mind.  He led me into the
bedroom that was so recently mine and tapped a password into the display,
enabling his access.  Then he tapped it again and the ventilation switched
on to deliver a cooling breeze into the room.

   He stood me by the bed and then went to the bathroom.  I heard him piss
and brush his teeth and then he came back out.  He undid his shirt, neatly,
button by button, and then folded it and placed it on the dressing chair by
the bedside.  His undershirt joined it only to be followed by the rest of
his clothing.  Turning to me he presented a sight that would have made me
laugh in a different circumstance but scream in this one.  He'd never
worked out a day in his life and that was clear.  His belly was sloppy fat
and his arms were flabby.  His chest hair was sparse and what there was of
it was mostly gray.

   I let my eyes travel to his crotch and saw a shock of unruly pubic hair
surrounding a...familiar?...sight.  I knew it!  His cock was the spitting
image of the cock on Invader!

   With the erection making him look even more ridiculous he came close to
me and drew me to him by my shoulders.  Nervously, he kissed me.  He was
tentative at first and then he tried to get into it.  Something kicked on
in me and I felt an unwanted arousal start up inside me.  I gently placed
my arms around him and kissed him back.  He kissed me like this for a few
minutes and then stood back, panting a little, to look at me.

   "Christie, lay back on the edge of the bed for me, okay?"

   "Yes, Master." And I complied.  (Hesgonnafuckme!)

   He walked up and spread my legs.  He ran his hands admiringly over my
knees and up to my belly, letting his hands linger there...holding me
there. He scooted close to me and let his throbbing cock bounce on my
belly. His full, hanging balls were cool against the warmth of my pussy.

   "Christie, do you want me to fuck you now?" He looked at me through the
thick glasses.

   "Yes, Master, I do.  Please fuck me if you want to."
(Fuckme?NOOOOO!!!!Getthefuckawayfrommeyoufuckingcreep!)

   He pulled back and took his cock in his hand.  He stroked it a little
and it got firmer in response.  Then he placed it against my wet pussy and
the glow rose up in me.  I didn't want this!  I didn't want this awful man!


   My Master started humping at me and with each thrust he penetrated
deeper into my pussy.  I saw a sweat break out on his brow as he took my
knees into his hands and held them up to his paunchy sides.  His cock drove
deeper and deeper into me until I felt it bottom out in me.  My body
responded to him the same way I would've with Invader, I met his thrusts
and scooted down the bed enough to get him into me nice and deep.

   "You like my cock in you, little girl?"

   It just sounded wrong coming out of a geek, you know?

   "Yes, Master, I do."

   Which sounded even worse.

   He started humping me faster and he took me by the waist while his
horrid cock fucked into me.  I felt his balls slapping on my ass and was
suddenly and acutely aware of the sperm inside them.  I momentarily felt my
eyes widen with fear as the real me slipped out for a split second.  He
took it the wrong way and fucked me hard and fast.

   I wanted to get away.

   My hands went up to his hands that held my knees.  I caressed them and
was rewarded with my Master slowing down our first fucking into a series of
deep, uncomfortable thrusts.  My glow rose up and became a crescendo of
wild, incredible pleasure.  I felt my pussy contracting in waves around his
thrusting cockmeat.

   His cock swelled up and his head lolled about with the onset of his
release.  I spread my legs as wide as they would go and let him impale me
with his need.  It was too much for him and he gasped as I felt the entire
length of his cock surge.  He filled my unprotected pussy with his fertile,
vital sperm.  I felt the first pulse and reacted with a wild series of
orgasmic contractions which triggered his next pulse into me.

   I was absolutely, totally, and completely horrified as the thought of my
beautiful body swelling with this bastard creep's baby was perfectly
pictured in my mind.

   The contractions in my pussy became insane as his cock throbbed and
pumped and fucked.  I was milking him dry.

   The one saving grace of his being so old was that he was a one-shot man.
When he finished with me he went completely limp and collapsed on top of
me, crushing me into the mattress.  He wasn't rude about it and soon
excused himself politely, inviting me to join him for a soda downstairs.

   I stood up and followed him down the stairs and felt his come running
out of my pussy and down my thighs, making me sticky and so...grossed out!
I prayed that every last drop would run out and leave me alone.

   He popped the top off a soda for me and handed it to me, it was cream
soda, which I detest, but I politely thanked him and sipped it.

   He took a swig and then belched.

   "That was great, Christie.  The best."

   "Thank you." (Fuckyou)

   He took another swig, belched again, and then met my eye and spoke.

   "When I was a young man I could jerk off six times, seven times a day
thinking about girls like you."

   (Thatsallyoucouldgetasshole)

   "Now I'm lucky if I can get it up six times a month."

   Six times a month!  I'd have to fuck him SIX TIMES a month???

   He reached for a packet of pills and squeezed one through the foil. 
Then he popped the little blue pill into his mouth and chased it down with
another swig of the soda.  He thought it was cute when he belched so I
giggled in approval.  The giggling pushed some more of his sperm out of my
pussy and I felt a little relief thinking that it was less of his seed in
me.  Only six times a month meant I was safe for maybe a day or two or
three before he could get it up again.

   He chatted me up about his life for a while and told me about his failed
attempts at relationships, his success in business, and then went on about
meeting Waldo.  I think he felt a little guilty, maybe.

   It was about a half-an-hour after we'd come downstairs together when he
came around the counter and had me lead us up to the bedroom again.  I
expected a shower was in order.

   "I want to see your ass, Christie.  Get up on the edge of the bed like
before, except on your hands and knees."

   He wanted to see my ass.  That wasn't so bad.  I did as I was told, of
course.

   "Now lay your head down on the bed and get your ass up high in the air.
Scoot back 'til your knees are on the edge."

   I did.

   "Spread your legs, baby."

   I had to.

   I imagined him looking at a pussy up close and personal for the very
first time.  He was back there checking out my every ridge, my every secret
crevice.  His hands ran over my upturned ass and hips.

   "You are so beautiful....Mmmmm!"

   The geek edged a thumb into me and pulled it back and forth.  The
familar glow instantly lit inside me.  He drew his thumb out and stepped
away from me.  I heard him tap on the control panel for the room and then
the ball inside me turned on my very special vibrator frequency.  This was
nice.

   "Can't forget about my best girl, can I?"

   He stepped up close behind me and took me by the hips.  His thumb
slipped into me a little and then I realized both of his hands were holding
my hips.  He had his cock in me!  I tried to tell myself that maybe he just
had a little more gusto and he'd go limp as soon as it worked out.

   "You know, Christie, I spent a lot of money on doctors over the years."

   He poked at me kinda gently.

   "And they said there wasn't much they could do for me getting it up more
often."

   It was more of a swoosh this time than a poke.

   "I did find out that my sperm count was excellent."

   Another poke.

   "But my millions wouldn't buy me a hard-on when I wanted one."

   (Luckyme)

   "And then came Viagra and now I'm back to six times a day."

   His long, hard, sperm-shooting cock slipped all the way into me in one
slow, grinding stroke.  We fit together perfectly.  And in this position
his cock seated against my cervix wonderfully.  I was already in the
beginning throes of pleasure when his cock pressed into me to amplify the
sensation.  I was in the perfect position to receive his cock and his
sperm. My upturned ass was aiming my fertile pussy right at him.  We fucked
like wild dogs.  The orgasms were incredible from the effects of the ball
and his horny, hungry, amped-up cock.

   Even in the middle of sheer euphoria, with no mind of my own, when his
cock hammered me and spurted deep into my perfectly positioned body, a tear
managed to get out of my eye.  The ball in my belly buzzed insanely, giving
me the orgasm of a lifetime.  The lonely tear hung on the side of my cheek
as my contracting pussy milked and milked and milked as much sperm as it
could out of him.  The exertion of the orgasm was too much and I began to
pass out.

   But not before one final thought.

   I was in Hell.