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                                    COME, HARVEST 3/3


No one under eighteen years of age should be reading this. Wait until you get
 older so stories like this can be understood in the proper perspective and you
 can draw clear lines between fantasy and reality.

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 author.

                  




                                          COME, HARVEST
                                                 part 3
     
      Dave was my primary target, not just because he was the main share
 holder, but because Sharon was the prime mover in the injustice being
 committed against me. Sharon was going to play the main role in the little
 drama I was producing and I wanted to create an inspired production. I
 formulated a plan that got the liquid roiling around in my sex cavity every
 time I dreamed about it. An opportunity presented itself one day after we
 closed a big deal.
      “Dave, I would really like to have you and Sharon over for dinner at my
 place to celebrate,” I said turning on my charm.  I’m a great cook and I’m
 really counting on you to come.” I knew he couldn’t turn me down because I had
 worked day and night to make the deal happen.
      “Well, of course, Rachel. We’d be delighted to come.”
      Yes, I thought, if everything goes right, you’ll both be delighted to
 come in more ways than one.
      A few days later, I heard a knock on my door at seven in the evening. I
 opened the door and there stood my prey.
      “Hi, come on in.”
      Dave greeted me warmly. Sharon managed a half sour smile. I seated them
 in the living room.
      “How about some wine?” I asked them. “I’ve got a great pinot grigiot in
 the fridge.”
      “Sounds good,” said Dave.
      I went into the kitchen, took the wine out of the refrigerator and poured
 three glasses. Into one glass I poured the Rohypnol I had obtained from a
 reliable connection in town. I went back to my guests and we drank and talked
 for about twenty minutes. I saw Sharon’s eyelids getting progressively heavy
 and her words were starting to slur as the drug took hold.
      “I’m feeling really tired...dizzy,” she said.
      “Oh dear, I’m sorry. Why don’t you just lie down in the guest bedroom.
 I’m sure you’ll feel better in a few minutes.”
      Dave and I brought Sharon into the guest room and we laid her down on the
 bed. She was out cold. We returned to the living room.
      “I don’t know what happened to Sharon. She seemed to be fine earlier this
 evening,” said Dave.
      Oh, She probably picked up a little bug. I’m sure she’ll feel better
 after a little nap,” I said reassuringly.  “Let me give you a short tour of
 the house in the meantime.”
      The final stop on the tour was the master bedroom upstairs. I told him to
 check out the view from the sliding glass doors. As he pivoted to look, I slid
 the straps of my dress off my shoulders. The dress fell down to my ankles, 
 revealing my naked body underneath. Dave turned back around.
      “Nice v--Rachel! What are you doing?!!”
      I languidly glided towards him. “I’m doing something that will make us
 both feel good.”
      I pressed my body against his and clasped his wrists. I guided his hands
 over the flanks of my ass then around to my thighs tracing up between my legs,
 brushing the thick pussy hair, gliding over the mound of my belly and up my
 chest. Finally, I turned his palms upward to cup my heavy tits.
      “But... my wife is down stairs,” he stammered.
      “That makes it all the more exciting,” I purred. “Besides, she’s out
 cold.” 
      “I...I can’t do this, not here.”
      I took one step back from him so he could see the fullness of my body. I
 squeezed my tits, holding them up like projectiles with the nipples pointing
 straight at him.
      “Come on, Dave. Have you ever seen nipples this large and dark? Don’t you
 want to suck on them? This is your only chance. This isn’t a standing offer. I
 want to do it with you, just once, and now is the time.”
      I sensed he was starting to break and I needed to clinch this. I went to
 the bed and sat down.
      “Come here for a minute, Dave,” I said , patting the bed. “I want to show
 you something.”
      He came over to the bed and sat beside me. I reclined onto the pillow and
 spread my legs as wide as they could go. I wanted him to look right into my
 liquid crevice and see the juices welling up as if from an underground spring.
 I took my fingers and dipped them deeply into my pussy, churned them around,
 then withdrew them. A thread of my viscous syrup--I was always a prolific
 luber--attached itself to my middle finger and trailed between my fingers and
 my pussy like a leash, the leash that would bind him. I guided the string of
 my mucosal outpourings up to his lips and swirled it around his mouth in slow
 circles.
      “My cunt, my tits, my nipples, my ass are all yours to take,” I whispered
 in his ear, “but you must take them now.”
       One minute later, he was on top of me pistoning away. He was just the
 prelude--albeit an important one--to the production I planned tonight so I
 wanted to finish him off quickly. I told him to use my pussy juice to wet his
 fingers and put them in my asshole. Next, I had him rest his weight on me so
 he could use his free hand to squeeze my tit. I reached around and under my
 thigh to cup his balls and placed one finger on the gland between his balls
 and asshole. Just like that we ground together with a death lock on each
 others salient sexual parts.
      I felt his cock start to get hotter and grow against the nerve endings
 lining my sopping sheath, stretching my insides even further. I coaxed the
 sperm up by manipulating his balls and my finger on his gland took the pulse
 of his sex which was rising fast. Then it came. I felt deep, thrusting spurts
 of cum galloping underneath my fingers from his cock root, through his balls
 and out the cock head into my waiting trough. 
      No warm, lingering after moments. His load spent and conscious once again
 of his sleeping wife, Dave dressed hurriedly and I matched his pace as I was
 eager to implement the next part of my scheme. He checked on Sharon who was
 still sleeping soundly, then came back to the living room. I told him I had a
 bad headache and asked him if he would be a dear and get me something from the
 drug store. It would take him thirty minutes round trip but with traffic at
 this time, I figured I had forty five minutes alone with the unconscious
 Sharon.
      As soon as he left, I ran up to my bedroom and got all the hidden camera
 equipment. I brought it down to the guest bedroom and set it up, making sure
 Sharon’s entire figure was framed in the monitor. Then, I slowly began
 stripping her unconscious body.
      Sharon was a bitch, but she wasn’t a bad looker. She was a real blond as
 her now exposed cunt hair verified. She had shapely, sizeable tits, not as
 large as mine, but certainly C-cups. Her areolas were faint but she possessed
 interesting concave nipples, sort of like the cones seen atop volcanoes. I
 parted her legs and exposed her pussy. I ran my palm upward between her legs,
 feeling her moist nether lips and relishing the stiff, protective cunt hairs
 above her clit with my fingers. I breached her pussy lips and exposed the
 succulent pink flesh within.
      I inserted some fingers inside her and withdrew them bringing them just
 under my nose and inhaling--we women are inveterate crotch sniffers by
 instinct--she smelled good and healthy. Now, I’m not usually attracted to
 women but having the body of my enemy naked and unconscious and able to do
 anything to her I wanted was just too good to pass up. I snipped off some of
 her blond pubic hair as a memento and played with her body a few more minutes.
 Then I had to get down to business.
      I reached into a bag beside me and pulled out a cucumber, a hairbrush and
 some baby oil. I turned Sharon over on her stomach and took a couple of
 pillows to place under her belly so that her ass was propped high into the
 air. I focused the camera so that her asshole filled up the entire screen and
 started it rolling. I greased her bunghole with the oil and began inserting
 one finger at a time, working my fingers to loosen the muscles. I kept
 churning until I had four fingers in her. I was so far up, my fingertips
 actually brushed against something warm and mushy. I took the cucumber with my
 other hand and placed it over the mouth of her asshole between my fingers
 which were acting as a spreader. I gave a hard push and managed to gain a
 beachhead in her rectum with the cuke. I screwed it in, then gave it a good
 ram home. She took about two thirds of it inside her.
      Next, I got the hair brush and shoved the long handle into her blond hot
 box so that only the bristled end protruded and it looked like a porcupine
 half buried in a burrow. I got great close ups on video being careful to zoom
 out so that Sharon’s face was clearly visible as being attached to the
 creatively violated body.
      I removed my little props from her and turned her over on to her back. I
 slipped out of my dress. Dave had pumped a bucket of come into me, probably
 because the naked bitch in front of me only put out biannually. The small
 amount of his spunk I had diverted into a vial with Dave’s name on it would
 not detract materially from what would come next.
      I squatted over Sharon’s face and rubbed my gooey gash down from her
 forehead, over her nose and into her mouth. 
I then sat back sitting astride her so that my ass mashed her tits and my pussy
 was scrunched into her mouth. Her pretty face was completely slimed with
 Dave’s and my mingle. I reached to the nightstand and got some smelling salts.
 The drug’s effect was nearing it’s end and the salts started to revive her. I
 slapped her face a couple of times.
      “Oh Sharon, dear. Wake up you bitch!”
      When she regained consciousness, my pussy was still ground into her mouth
 and she was still too weak to fight it off.
      “I hope you’re enjoying dinner dear. Something Dave and I whipped up
 together. Couldn’t have done it without him, he’s so useful, you know?  Now
 wash your face quickly and get dressed. You and I are going to have a little
 talk before he returns.

      She was weak and bewildered and she followed my instructions. I told her
 everything that had happened--including my tryst with Alan-- and that I had it
 all on tape--her and Dave too. I told her I never had any interest in her
 husband or the others but I knew she was trying to get me fired and I would
 not tolerate that. I advised her not to discuss this with Dave and told her I
 knew about the prenuptial agreement. If she tried to divorce him or cause
 trouble, she’d be out on her ass.
      “Here’s the deal I’ll make with you. You and Darlene tell your husbands
 what a great employee I am, that I should get a raise and someday be a
 partner. For my part, the tapes will be our secret and I’ll leave your
 husbands alone. I always keep my word and you’d better do your parts,” I
 admonished her.
      Sharon was quiet and said nothing when Dave returned.
Six months later, I got a raise and there was talk of eventually making me a
 partner. Dave and Alan made perfunctory passes at me but quit after I told
 them no more mixing business with pleasure. 
      One night, my door bell rang. I opened the door and there stood Sharon. I
 invited her in.
      “Now this is a surprise. To what do I owe this visit?”
      Sharon went on to fill my ear with the most incredible story. It seems
 that her sex life with Dave was terrible, that she only stayed with him for
 the money.
      “I have a confession to make,” she said sheepishly. “The only time I’ve
 been aroused in years was when I was underneath you with your pussy in my
 mouth. I want more of you.”
      “Sharon, I’m not a lesbian or even bi.”
      “No, but you’re a woman very into power. I saw what you did to me in the
 copy of the tape you gave me...and I want more. 
      I started to open my mouth.
      “No! Listen first,” she said interrupting. “You can have complete control
 over me, do anything you want to me.   Let me service you any way that turns
 you on. Use me, please!”
      Clever slut. She struck a chord in me, I thought. I remembered using her
 body that day and the feeling of power did turn me on despite the feminine
 recipient of my ministrations. All my life I resisted domination by men,
 sexually and otherwise. Sex, for me, was about enjoyment through exertion of
 my sexual dominance over the men who sought to dominate me. It was a struggle:
 a pleasureable but tense struggle. Women had been bit players in this war,
 there on the periphery, ancillary obstacles to overcome; it was always their
 relationship to the men that made them obstacles at all. Now, I was on the
 verge of achieving my desires. Maybe I needed to rethink what I needeed
 instead of what I wanted.
     With men, sex was gratifying but I could never achieve the total dominance
 I would have with this woman. It would be relaxation, not struggle.  There
 were things I wanted to do, things that would require the type of trust and
 complete sexual surrender perhaps only a female could give. Surrender--giving
 oneself totally to another--no one has given me that before. Maybe therein
 lies the path to the love which has eluded me. Sharon couldn’t give the white
 fluid men produced for me so copiously, but I remembered the warm substance my
 fingers contacted deep inside Sharon when I had worked her body. And she had
 other things, warm and liquid, I could take. Yes, her body could be a fertile
 field for me to reap.  
      I am a gatherer, a harvester of the bounty sown by my sexual power; maybe
 it was time for a new harvest. I smiled at Sharon and she smiled back, perhaps
 feeling as I did that in our own way each of us was gaining a measure of victory in this male dominated world. I took her hand and slowly, I led her inside my room.



                                              THE END

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