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NWMD09.TXT -- 9/20(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 9
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Honey, I’m going to wait up for Brenda to get home. You go on to bed. Thank
you. You were wonderful tonight." Marnie said, as she kissed her husband,
Roger, passionately, good night.
"Not as wonderful as you, Snookums, you vixen. You have really become a sex
dynamo lately. You’re incredible. I love you. Don’t stay up too long. Brenda
can handle herself. I’m worried about you, though. I wouldn’t want my sex
kitten to burn herself out. Are you sure I can’t talk you into coming to bed
now?" Roger said, as he smooched with Marnie, trying to get her to change her
mind about waiting up.
"No, I want to make sure she gets in okay." Marnie said, as she kissed the tip
of his nose.
Marnie camped out on the living room couch. She tried reading, she tried TV,
and she tried solitaire. Nothing was working. All of the excitement of the
day had drained her energy, so she had nothing in reserve. "Maybe I should get
up and make some coffee." She thought to herself, as she drifted off into
dreamland.
When she woke up, it was morning. Roger was ready to go to work. "What time
did Brenda get in last night?" He asked.
"I don’t know. I feel asleep. She’s in? You’ve seen her?" Marnie asked
concerned.
"Of course. She’s sound asleep upstairs. No need to worry." He said
reassuringly, "Gotta go. Big day. Important breakfast meeting. Love ya.
(Kiss)"
Marnie went upstairs. She looked in at Brenda sleeping so angelically. She
didn’t have the heart to wake her, but she did need to get to the bottom of all
of this. So, she dressed in downtown clothes, left Brenda a note and took off
in search of Larcher.
Coming up from parking into the lobby, she came upon a security guard, whom she
had never seen before. She approached him, and he stood up with a big smile on
his face saying, "Well hi there." Said like he was really glad to see her.
Marnie grew uneasy with him, thinking it odd he was acting so familiar with
her, when they hadn’t even met. "Can you tell me where Larcher is right now? I
really need to see him." Marnie asked, and looked around at a passerby, who
smiled at her knowingly.
"I think he is checking or fixing a lock on the fifth floor. Try number 5230
first. If you don’t connect with him there, you can always come back here to
me." He said in an immature flirtatious manner.
Marnie was beginning to feel that she was having a "Twilight Zone" experience.
She was about to get in the elevator, but it was pretty full, so she said, that
she would ride the next one up. Everybody fussed and insisted that she use the
current one. When she got in, all eyes were upon her, looking her up and down.
They didn’t even bother to look away, when she looked them in the eye. No one
seemed to be getting off on any floor before hers. When they got to the fifth
floor, she got out and looked back as she walked, to see that the door was
being held open, and everyone was watching her walk away down the hall. When
she was out of eyeshot, she looked for the restroom to check how she looked,
and to see if her slip was showing, or something.
She didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. She wasn’t even wearing a slip.
She did look pretty hot in her white blouse, that hinted at the lacy bra
underneath, the form fitting, above the knee skirt, slit up the left side and
heels. It was an okay hair day. Maybe she just hadn’t been giving herself
enough credit these days for looking as good as she did for 39 yrs. old.
She continued on her search for Larcher. There he was crouched down in front
of a door, looking at a partially disassembled door lock. She approached him,
tapped on his shoulder and demanded, "Larcher, we need to talk."
"Nice to see you too, Missy. Have you come for your victory parade?" He asked
smiling.
"What on earth are you talking about? I’m here to tell you to keep your kid
away from my daughter. You said, that if I cooperated with you, he and his
friends would stay away." She said, angry and passing on the gist of what he
had just said.
"I don’t know what you are talking about. My brat doesn’t pick his nose
without my okay. Can you say the same for your brat?"
Marnie stared at him angry and frustrated. Then it hit her like an invisible
vapor reaching up to her nose, "What are you talking about, a ‘victory
parade’."
"You know, for single-handedly bringing down the top men’s team in volleyball
for the first time in fifteen years." He said still smiling. "Yeah, it’s a
big deal here. The men have a round robin to field their best team, and the
women do the same. Then there is a championship match. The men always let the
women stay in the game until the very end, and take it away at the end with
fanfare that only they take part in. Well Missy, you have started a new
tradition, that will probably last for years, the ‘tits between the eyes
offense’. I can see it now, every game close to the very end, where the women
all flash the men at that crucial moment, and steal each game away from them
for the next fifteen years. This year you crushed their egos. In the future,
it will be the moment that everyone will be waiting for. You should see the
tribute some of the ladies have set up for you in the secretary’s lounge. Want
to come and see?" He said, like the Cheshire Cat.
They went down to the second floor. Marnie’s insides were a flutter. Her heart
was pumping faster. Her short breaths were interspersed with a deep breath of
longer duration. Larcher held one of the glass doors for her. She entered,
started to look around, the few bodies taking a break looked back, and started
to recognize her. They were looking over her shoulder and then back at her.
So, Marnie turned to look at the 17 by 11" blown up picture of a 39 year old
lady, flashing her 38D breasts, at two men across the net from her, that have
let the volleyball touch the ground between them. Above the picture was a
computer banner, "We Are The Champions". Below it were two other 11 by 8 ½"
shots of Marnie with her top being held up by a teammate.
"Oh-my-god, Larcher! You’ve got to do something. I can’t have Roger seeing
this. Please help me. Where else? Oh-my-god, no!" She said grabbing his arm
in a plea for help, despite his snickering.
"Don’t worry Missy. You know Walter always looks out for you." He said,
causing stomach acid to rise to the back of Marnie’s throat.
Okay Ladies, and Gentleman, these are going to have to be removed. It is
against the company’s anti harassment policy to have such materials displayed
on the premises." He said, as he reached up to untack the 17 by 11 photocopy
blowup.
"Can I have that?" The lone man in the room asked.
"Sure." Said Larcher, "Knock yourself out."
"Larcher." Marnie said annoyed.
"Don’t worry Missy, he doesn’t know your husband." Larcher said amused. "Now
I expect you to do something for me." Larcher said as they moved out to the
hall.
"Larcher, you’ve got to promise me that all of the pictures are going to be
gathered up before my husband sees them. It’s over for me if he does, and you
lose your leverage over me as well. Your plaything, your obedient slave, your
slut, is history, if he ever learns any of this." Marnie said with almost a
hint of relief at the thought.
"That’s not true, Missy. You can’t manage without me. You’ve discovered the
slut in you, that all women have. You tamp it down to keep order in your
lives. You expect other women to tamp it down in them as well, to make it
easier for you all to protect your territories. You are made to be a slut.
You actually love sex more than us pricks do. You can cum over and over again.
You toy with us, but in reality, the more cock you get, the more cock you
want." Larcher opined uncharacteristically.
"Larcher you haven’t a clue about women. You are so far from reality I am
embarrassed for you." Marnie said disgusted.
"No, your thinking from the standpoint of needing us for other things like
security, fathering, and to lift and carry for you. If you take those things
away, you’ll have to admit, that you’ve wanted and needed more cock, more of
the time, since you’ve met me. I’ll bet your wet right now just us talking
about it." Larcher said, as he put his fingers up her skirt. "Damn,
pantyhose." He said, he pulled the hose and panties down to mid thigh right in
the hall.
"God, Larcher. Are you insane?" Marnie said, putting her hand on top of his
to stop him, worried she’d be caught.
Larcher reached his mark between her legs. "See, what did I tell you. Wet as a
bitch in heat." He continued to stroke her, his hand entering her skirt
through the slit, Marnie looking both ways in panic, her hands on his shoulder,
standing against the wall of the corridor, legs apart, a little higher than her
heels on tiptoes.
"Larcher, please stop. Don’t, not here like this. What if someone sees me?"
"Thank you. You made my point." He said, pulling his hand away. "You didn’t
want me to stop because you didn’t want it, you wanted me to stop because of
socialized reasons. If you had no consequences to suffer, you’d pretty much
have me, or someone else, do things like this to you all day. What eats me, is
that you can. For a guy, we get it off and then have to wait some time, even
days, for some guys, to get the batteries back to full charge, before we get to
do it again." Larcher bemoaned.
"This is all very interesting," she was saying sarcastically, "but shouldn’t
you be finding the other pictures? My husband will be here any minute, if he
hasn’t already come back from a breakfast meeting." Marnie pleaded worried.
Larcher got on his intercom and talked in code, that made no sense to Marnie.
"Okay, it’s taken care of. Now come with me."
"Where are you taking me?" She asked concerned.
"You’re going to meet some new friends I’ve made here. You’ll like them,
especially Eddie."
They went to a lower level, to a room with a lot of machinery. "This is the
physical plant for the building." Larcher explained in a louder voice, to be
heard over the noise. "This is the center of comfort for the building, hot,
cold, light, dark . . ." He waved at a couple of guys at a desk in an office
with two walls of glass. As they entered, he introduced Marnie to the 55-60
year old called Will, and to the 40 or so year old named Sam.
Marnie looked at the desk top. They had been looking at all sorts of shots of
her at the volleyball game, the same ones as in the lounge, another being
drenched in water and a few uneasily atop two guy’s shoulders. "Oh no," she
feared, "I must be everywhere."
"Larcher, what about these?" She asked.
"Don’t worry, Missy, these are a private stash. They won’t get back to hubby."
"Oh when is this picture thing going to stop. It is so humiliating to know
about it. It would be better, if it has to be, that I don’t even know who sees
them. I know what’s coming now. I could use some cock, damn. Larcher was
right about one thing, that prick, the more I get, the more I need it. Oh I
wish it wasn’t so. I just want to go back to my ordinary existence, with my
ordinary family, with my ordinary urges. Larcher is all wrong on one score
though, though, in his longing to be able to cum all the time. Being able to
cum more often is no compensation for having to. God, if Larcher makes me do
these two, it will be the oldest guy I’ve ever done, and the first black man.
So, I wonder where Eddie is?" Marnie thought to herself as the men talked.
Marnie listened back in. "She’s wearing pantyhose? Could we see? Golly,
pantyhose and heels. This is one special day." Will said with delight.
"Missy, my friends here don’t believe me when I tell them that you are wearing
pantyhose instead of stockings. Why don’t you take off that skirt for a
while." Larcher suggested, but Marnie knew it as an order.
She removed her skirt watching the reaction of the two mechanics. She
carefully folded it, and put it on top of a filing cabinet.
"Do you think she would just walk around like that? Man those are killer
legs." Will asked excitedly.
"Sure. Missy, why don’t you get some exercise in and out of this office and up
and down there in front of this window. Will here would like to see those legs
of yours in action." Larcher said, as Marnie momentarily glared at him.
Somehow, being talked about in the third person, as if she wasn’t there, made
her feel more like a slut, when they were expecting and asking that she do
things to turn them on. She walked, as she was told, then started to get into
it a little, as she was heating up between her legs to take on the inevitable.
She wanted to see previews of cumming attractions in their pants. She didn’t
have long to wait, either, as they both started adjusting their work pants,
while ogling her legs openly.
Sam asked Larcher to see her butt. The tails of her blouse were somewhat
hiding it. Larcher had Marnie remove her blouse. She added it to the skirt.
"Man you couldn’t tell those were the same tits as in the pictures, under that
shirt." Will said. "Do you suppose she would walk some more without that bra?"
Marnie didn’t wait for Larcher’s quaint request, she knew would be coming, and
went straight for the strap, lowering the bra off of her arms, and tossing it
to the other things. She started walking again, keeping her face toward the
men each time she turned. Her breasts were bobbing and swaying a little as she
walked with heels. Then Larcher signaled her back in.
"Oh good," she was thinking, "I’m ready to get started, and the sooner we do,
the sooner I can get out of here, hey boys, I’m ready, I’m slick, slide right
in. Cum to mama." Marnie was toying with them in her head.
"Like I was saying, the panties and pantyhose seem redundant. It’s the same as
wearing suspenders and a belt, you know, like Eddie." Will said.
"Well let’s fix that shall we?" Larcher said as he guided Marnie close to him
with his hand on her arm. He took out a pocket knife, that he opened with just
his thumb, and pulled aside the pantyhose to slice the panties at their
narrowest part on the hips. Then he took hold of the front and yanked the now
lose panties up and out.
"Argh! Owe! Damn you Larcher, that hurt." Marnie said fuming and holding her
tender crotch.
While Marnie was bent forward, legs apart, both hands tending to her sore
pussy, first Will, then Sam, reached out and each put a hand on one of her tits
to feel their mass, and smoothness. As she got over the initial wave of pain,
took her hands away, and stood up, Will bent down to get a close look at her
pubic area, looking as if he noticed a problem. "What the? Is she really a
blond? I don’t see anything." He said quizzically.
"No buddy, she’s bald. Want to see?" Larcher said, guiding Marnie back up
against the desk. "Here, lean back and don’t move." He told her, holding up
the knife again.
Marnie looked at it eyes wide, frozen, holding her breath, as it dropped out of
her sight. Larcher pinched and pulled at the material between her legs, and
crudely cut away the middle panel of the pantyhose. Now her glistening shaved
pussy and mons Veneris were visible to the curious eyes. She stood back up,
relieved Larcher’s skills with the knife were sufficient.
"Do you think she would mind if I rested my woody in her cove for a while?"
Will asked Larcher.
"I think she’d appreciate more activity than that Will. Why don’t you Fuck her
silly. She likes that." Larcher said crudely.
"Oh man, this is great." Sam blurted spontaneously.
Will quickly let his pants and drawers down, while Marnie voluntarily
positioned herself legs apart, bent forward, hands resting palms down around
the edges of the seat of a straight back chair. She looked back over her left
shoulder at Will nervously jerking his meat, kind of embarrassed to be
performing in front of the others, but so horny looking at her pantyhose
covered legs parted in front of him, that he blocked the presence of the others
out of his mind, and approached Marnie from behind, never taking his eyes off
of the target until he was at her gate and starting to slowly slide in.
His eyes closed as he entered her snatch. A smile came to his face as he
concentrated on her warm, wet pouch hugging his sensitized tool. He stood there
like that, with his grin, until Marnie contracted her cunt muscles and moved
her rear a bit to get his attention. He opened his eyes, realized his job, and
started to pump slowly, very slowly, in and out. Larcher and Sam were trying
to pace his motion by bobbing their heads, and leading him to a faster pace
bobbing slightly faster with expressions of one encouraging a follower to hurry
and catch up.
Marnie would have been okay with the pace if she had all day, but she wanted
out of there as soon as possible. So, she reached between her legs and cupped
his balls with her left hand. He froze. "No stupid, don’t stop. Keep
moving." Marnie was thinking as she started to urge him on by stroking,
pulling, and squeezing impulses on his nuts. At first he just leaned back with
his eyes closed, mouth open, groaning, but then a switch snapped and he started
pumping into her like his life depended on it. He came in a flurry of quick
deep thrusts with his head bobbing forward and back. To watch him you’d guess
he was giving himself whiplash. He pulled out totally spent and walked his way
around the desk with his hands on its edges till he plopped down in the seat
and vegetated.
Sam was all eager to have a turn. Lucky for Marnie there were two of them,
because Will had got her hot to a holding temperature, but she really needed to
be cooked. Sam had his pants down and off, with a good sized stiff cock
twitching to go. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Marnie looked
at her first dark meat. It was beautiful to her, and it had a provocative
curve to it. It came straight out from his body and curved almost straight up
by the end. She waited in eager anticipation for its grand entrance. Then she
felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Ya know Miss, most women like me to do it from the front. They say it feels
better to them that way." Sam said, more concerned for her, than asking out of
his own preference.
Marnie sensed that he was being considerate. It was unexpected. She had grown
used to the third party way she was being referred to in the room. The
anonymity of being screwed from behind was something she had grown to tolerate
to a certain degree. She didn’t have to look at the screwer. Somehow the
front to front position was too personal, too humiliating, a violation of her
love for Roger. "But he is being concerned for my pleasure. These bastards
don’t usually care about me. No, if I were to look at him while he did it to
me, I’d feel so filthy, so immoral, so slutty. But, I need to cum badly.
There’s no sign of this guy Eddie. If Larcher even tries to do me now, I know
he’ll do it in my rear and laugh that he got off, while denying me my release.
Give him the front? No. I can’t . . ." Marnie was debating, when at the last
minute, she turned around and sat on the front edge of the desk with her legs
open and arms held out for Sam’s neck, with her eyes closed.
Sam kept her waiting like that a minute, while he shucked his shirt. When she
opened her eyes wondering, she saw this beautifully muscled black man approach
her opening with his hard curved cock, placing his arms around her middle, and
then slide in. She could feel the tip of his curved cock touching a
particularly sensitive area of her love tunnel. Then she felt him hug her
breasts into his smooth warm skin, with his face nuzzling her neck. Her arms
that had been extended to place her hands at the back of his neck, now hung
limply at her sides, as she surrendered her whole body to Sam’s embrace. He
started rutting her cunt in sweeping hip movements, maximizing the unique
effect the curve was having in her vagina.
She came quickly, scrunching up her face, as he kept up the attack. Shortly
after, she came again, a little more intensely. Now panting, sweating, putting
her hands on his shoulders, almost ready to push him off. He kept on rutting
faster and harder. She came again, shaking her head wildly form side to side,
and started to push him away a little. He kept on pumping. She was frantic.
She didn’t think she could take another climax it would stop her heart for
sure. He wouldn’t let up, nothing would stop him from reaching his goal.
Marnie started hitting his shoulders and flailing her legs. "Ohmygod, ohmygod,
no, stop, oh no, don’t stop, ohmygod, ohmygod, oh yes, ohmygod yes, EYEEEEAOW!
OH-MY-GOD, you wonderful man." She exclaimed loudly with all her breath and
might, cumming as he shot his load into her, holding her up off the desk,
thrusting in his after cums, as she hugged his neck with her arms, and his hips
with her legs, in a death grip.
Tears ran down her eyes. Marnie basked in the afterglow of an orgasmic
sequence she had never known there could exist for her, but, at the same time,
was mourning the sense that, now she has been there, she would probably never
taste this delicious a fruit ever again.
Sam joked with the guys, "See what I tell you? They always want me to do them
from the front." They all laughed.
Then they heard faintly, "Larcher, hey Larcher." Then it got louder as the
young blond guard approached. "There you are." He went into the office. "Do
you have your hand held turned off?"
"Oops. Yeah, what have you got?" Larcher responded.
"You wanted me to tell you, . . . is she the one from the video?" The guard
said distracted.
"Yeah. What is it man?" Larcher said, trying to keep him on track.
"What video?" Marnie piped in, challenging Larcher to explain.
"Stan, here is one of the men that didn’t get to party with you in the
conference room a while back, so he and the others have had to make do with the
security camera tape. Missy, you’re famous in these parts, or should I say
with these parts." He said, lifting her right breast with his left hand
briefly."
"Oh Walter, you don’t suppose . . ." The guard was starting to say.
"Way ahead of you Stan my boy. Missy, Stan’s a little late for the party, but
he is the main man in keeping your hubby ignorant, so I’d think you’d want to
do him good. By the way Stan, what were you about to say before?" Larcher
asked.
"Oh, they’re back from the breakfast meeting. They’re on the third floor right
now." The guard related.
"See Missy, Stan here, has been monitoring the situation for you, and hubby is
in the building right now. I told you, Walter always looks out for you."
Larcher said.
"Yeah, right." She countered in her head. "Larcher may still force me to let
him do my rear, but I want Sam to be the last one in my vagina today. I want
to savor it like a fine meal for as long as possible." She thought. "I’ll
have to make this guy cum in my hand, hopefully, if not, with my mouth, yuk. Oh
Sam, you’re the best. Let’s get this guy’s pants off and take charge." She
schemed.
So, rather than play Larcher’s game and be forced to dance to his tune, Marnie
went over to the guard and started to take off his tools of the trade, then his
pants, his shirt, and underwear. She backed him up to the desk and sidled her
body up to his, breathing on his neck, her left hand on his shoulder, while she
started to play with his cock and balls with her right. He was excited,
nervous about being on display in front of the others and tentative about
giving Marnie complete control.
Before he was totally hard and ready, Will said, "Come on Sam, let’s go find
Eddie. I wonder where he could be? One of us should have been watching him."
Larcher added, "I think I can find him if you can’t. Stan my man, enjoy. We’ll
be right back." Larcher walked passed him patting his hand a couple of times
in his shoulder paternally, as he passed by him to leave.
When Marnie was alone with the guard, she used the opportunity to ask him some
questions, while she kept up his state of arousal.
"Stan. May I call you Stan?" He nodded. Now tickling just his blond pubic
hair above his penis, Marnie asked, "Is it going to be possible to find all of
the pictures and films of me in this place and make it so my husband never sees
them?"
Marnie put her hand back on his cock as he answered, "Well, we’ve been working
on it for Mr. Larcher, Ma’am, and we are doing our best. You are becoming a
legend around here. It’s going to be tuff."
She started to tickle his balls as she asked, "What do you know about me?"
Then she started pumping his cock again as he answered, "Well, I know you
can’t get enough sex. That’s what Walter says, and that Walter helps you out
with it, that you do it for free behind your husband’s back, and . . . um,
you’re very beautiful Ma’am."
Marnie went to manipulating his nipples alternately as she asked, "Is that
what everyone around here thinks they know?"
She went back to stroking his cock as he answered, "I think it’s becoming that
way among the men as they talk about you as a mystery woman. They aren’t even
sure if you actually exist. It’s making Walter very popular around here. . .
With the women, you are a mystery wife who beat the men at their game of
volleyball. . . They might fuss over you if they saw you for a little while,
because it is fresh in their minds. Very few people have made the connection
between volleyball star and mystery woman I suspect." The guard was encouraged
to elaborate, because each time Marnie thought he was through responding, she
would take her hand off, leaving his cock to twitch and bob, waiting for the
next question to answer.
She started to rub his buns and trace a finger up and down his rear crack as
she asked, "How many people, would you say, know about me, like whom I’m
married to and such? You seem to."
Her hand went back to his cock and he hissed his approval before answering,
"Yes Ma’am, I do. Basically, the closer you are to Walter, the more you know
the truth."
"The truth." Marnie tossed in skeptically.
"Yes Ma’am. Oh that feels good. . . And, and, I figure the people in the
video know, two other night guards, Will and Sam, and Eddie will know, if they
find him. . . . I guess the rest know by legend only. Oh Ma’am, please don’t
stop."
She just tickled the very tip of his cock head where the precum was appearing,
as she asked, "What can you tell me about Eddie?"
"Eddie Ma’am? Well he’s large, like way over six feet. He might be about
thirty, but he’s behind upstairs, if you know what I mean. He’s kind of slow.
He’s strong, does what you tell him to do, as long as you’ve laid it out pretty
clear for him. We all think he is still a virgin. What you are going to do
for him is saintly Ma’am. Boy what you are doing for me right now is saintly,
just a little faster please."
She nearly stopped. "Go on, please."
She picked up the pace again somewhat and he continued, with difficulty in
speaking due to his heightened arousal, "Golly Ma’am, I don’t know what else.
. . Wait, we think he is pretty well endowed. No one knows for sure, it’s
rumor only, but Walter was going to find out today and put that mystery to
rest. I think you’ll need to stop now if I’m going to cum inside of you,
Ma’am."
Marnie kept up the pace as she asked, "Tell me everything about Eddie, you
know, so I can do a better job of it."
"Well, (phew, phew,) Ma’am I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out much
longer."
"Please go on." Marnie said, relentlessly working his cock.
"Well, you’ll probably find that he is pretty shy. It might not be as easy as
everyone thinks to get him to pop his cherry. Ma’am, really if you don’t stop
right now, . . ." The guard blew his load several feet past Marnie to his
embarrassment, and to her glee. As he recovered he apologized, "I’m sorry
Ma’am that I couldn’t control myself for you. Maybe you’ll be able to get what
you need from Eddie. I hope so. I like you."
"You're sweet Stan." She said, smiling and gliding her hand down the side of
his face. "Maybe we should get ourselves dressed before the others return."
Stan hurriedly got dressed and Marnie casually put on her blouse and skirt. She
figured Larcher would just cut the bra off, if he was annoyed by her covering
back up.
The four men were returning as the guard said, "Don’t worry Ma’am. I’ll do
everything I can to keep this secret from your husband."
"Thank you Stan, you’re wonderful." She said appreciatively, but looking at
the four men, intent upon seeing what Eddie was like.
The fourth man was Eddie. He stood head and shoulders above the others. He
walked behind them, like the Three Stooges leading the Hulk, Marnie thought,
non-plused by her assignment, as she understood it. When they were near the
office, Marnie could tell that indeed, he was shy. He stood slouched over as
if the ceiling were touching his head.
His head was more round than long. His arms were long and powerful, as were
his shoulders. The rest of him was contained in special order overalls.
"Missy, I’d like you to meet Eddie. Eddie this is Missy. She is going to be
your date for right now. She knows how to make you feel good and will help you
become a man today. Would you like that?" Larcher asked.
"She’s very pretty, prettier than the others."
"Others? I thought . . ." Marnie was going to say something about his comment
but decided to keep quiet.
"Would you like to see just how pretty she really is?" Larcher asked.
Eddie nodded eyes wide. Marnie started to undo her skirt, when Larcher waved
her on to start taking off her clothes.
"What do you think of those legs?" Will asked.
"Pretty, very pretty." Eddie responded.
Marnie went onto the blouse to reveal her large tits, and Eddie moaned his
approval as she was sliding it down her arms.
"Eddie, would you feel more comfortable taking your clothes off too?" Larcher
asked hopefully.
"I don’t think so. She’d be just like the others. They are afraid of me
because I’m so big."
"Well you are a big man, and I could see why some women would be afraid of you
because of your size. I’ll tell you what, if you’re embarrassed by having a
woman see your large body, why don’t we blindfold her, while you get undressed.
Okay?" Larcher suggested, and proceeded to fashion some clean rags together
for the purpose.
"I guess that would be all right. Make sure she doesn’t see me, though." Eddie
said concerned.
"Larcher." Marnie said, rolling out his name to show she was annoyed.
"Relax, it will ease the tension. Besides," he whispered in her ear, "he
doesn’t look like your type anyway, right?"
Marnie waited leaning her butt against the front of the desk imagining Eddie’s
body type, as she listened to him take his clothes off. "Will and Sam, why
don’t you boys run along now while I give Eddie some pointers."
They didn’t go far, as they didn’t want to miss Eddie’s deflowering.
Larcher brought Marnie in front of Eddie. "See these, feel them, that’s it,
aren’t they the best tits you’ve ever felt?"
"Women don’t like me to touch them, they are afraid I will be too strong with
them."
"Your doing fine. The softer you touch them the more she’ll like it." Larcher
said, turning her around and bending her over to the desk. The crotchless
pantyhose created visual pointers by Marnie’s strong legs spread apart, set off
by her heels, to her pussy. "Now see here? This is where that goes. See you
stick out there and she has a pocket for it here, feel."
Marnie felt relatively large fingers clumsily probing her twat.
"Now, if you keep that up awhile, it makes her juicy and slippery so it’s
easier to put that in her pocket. You see? That’s all there is to it. When
she’s slippery and you are ready, put that in there, and let nature take its
course." He said with a gentle slap to his back. "I’ll be going for awhile and
let you two lovebirds do your thing. Missy, I’m counting on you to be
encouraging. This poor guy has had nothing but rejection all his life. Bye."
Larcher joined the others behind some machinery with a view. Then Marnie got
to work on Eddie.
"So, you’ve never done this with a woman before."
"My size scares them away."
"Well, I like big strong men. I won’t run away." She said, as she turned to
face him where he was seated. She felt her way forward, straddled his legs and
put her hands on his shoulders for support. "Do you like my breasts? You can
play with them. It feels good when you play with them gently. That’s it.
Those big strong hands playing gently with my breasts feel good." She purred.
"You have nice breasts. Nobody ever let me touch them this long before. I
like the way they feel." Eddie said.
"You know Eddie, I could put your thing in my mouth instead. I can make it
slippery like the pocket and it would feel really good to you. Would you like
me to that instead?"
"Walter said to put it in here." He said as he stood up and turned Marnie
around by her hips and bent her over so she put her hands back on the desk for
support. He put a finger in her cunt, and it felt slippery to him. So with
his large hands on her hips as hooks, he put the tip of his cock at the general
area of the opening.
Marnie reached up with her right hand between her legs to help guide him in.
First she encountered his balls, very hairy, and the size of large eggs. She
played with them a second, figuring the hotter he was, the sooner it would be
over for her. Then she encircled the head. It was fairly large, about three
fingertips diameter, she figured. Then she put her hand down the shaft to find
that in the span of about eight inches, his cock went from three fingers at the
head to her whole hand width at its base. She couldn’t fathom that it could
be, so she tore off the blindfold and tried to look down between her legs, but
by then, he had the tip in. Then she tried to turn around to look at it, but
he held her tight and got a couple more inches painfully in. The sensation
spurred him on and he tried to rut in another inch, Marnie was frantic. He
pulled out a bit to get a running start at it and thrust in another inch.
Marnie yelled "LARCHER!!!" at the top of her lungs.
"You said you like big men." He thrust in slightly more. "You said you won’t
run away." He thrust in some more. "You were going to lie to me. You were
going to be like the others." He was thrusting almost to the hilt, taking
maybe fifteen years of nothing but ridicule, frustration and rejection at the
hands of women out on Marnie’s cunt right then.
Eddie had no control of what he was doing in her, because he had never done it
before. He didn’t realize that Marnie’s torment and pain was not a part the
act. He didn’t know about the build up and explosion he was about to
encounter. He finally came into Marnie forcing his shaft all the way in to its
widest mark at the opening of her cunt. He held it there in a full body
contraction not knowing what just came over him. Marnie was opened up like she
never had been opened before, even the scene in the movie she made. She had
pain that rivaled Brenda’s childbirth, but here the suffering was compounded
with the humiliation, Eddie’s fear of letting go, and her loathing for Larcher.
At Brenda’s child birth, she was stretched this wide for less time, and the
pain was overlaid by joy, pride, and happiness.
Larcher and the others came back in. Larcher went up to Eddie and tapped his
shoulder hard enough to get his attention. "Eddie, its time to let go now.
You’ve got to ease up and let go of her. That’s it. Now you can slide out of
her pocket and sit there and relax. You finally did it. Eddie, today you’ve
become a man." Larcher said.
Marnie had pushed all of the pictures of her on the desk forward in the act,
and was now flat out from the waist up on the desk top passed out. "One of you
go get the salts from the first aid kit." Larcher ordered.
Sam came back with two vials. Larcher broke one and Marnie was shocked back to
her painful reality from her unconsciousness. She just lay there in throbbing
pain, her angry red and swollen vulva was dripping cum. Marnie moaned in pain,
not able to move. She tried, but the effort to pull her legs together
intensified the pain. The men stood around with mixed emotions, because they
had enjoyed watching her go through the pain, but ached for her now that it was
all over, except maybe Larcher.
Marnie fought back some tears to ask, "Damn you Larcher! Why? Why do you do
this to me?"
"Missy, I can’t help looking after people. I looked after Will and Sam here, I
looked after Stan, who is helping you, I looked after Eddie, and I looked after
you."
"Yeah right. Look at me. You may have ruined me."
"Missy, show some appreciation. I could have told him that your pocket was
this smaller hole." He said, guiding his index finger into her anus.
Will thought maybe some ice would help, and brought back an instant ice bag
from the kit, broke the capsule inside and kneaded the solution to make it icy.
"Here Miss, this might help." He said, as he gingerly placed it across her
open vulva.
Marnie gasped, hugged upper body in tight with her elbows at her side, went on
tiptoes higher than the heels already made her do, and clenched her teeth to
bear down against the insult to her body. As time passed, it proved to be a
benefit to the swelling and in numbing the pain. She was able to get dressed
and walk embarrassingly, in her stocking feet, pigeon-toed, and her legs wide
apart, to her car. Fortunately, she had almost a direct shot to the lot from
the mechanical room. It was a tortuous drive home, but she was glad for an
automatic transmission.
Marnie went upstairs and drew a bath. As it filled she looked at herself in
the mirror. It was painful to look at her cunt, all swollen and purple. She
tried to dip into the tub, but it hurt too much to sit in the warm water. She
drained the tub and scrunched down under the faucet and gently let trickles of
cold water run over her cunt and down the drain.
She lay there, the water cooling her soreness thinking, "I’ve got to get myself
checked. There could be some real damage. I should call Dr. Cunningham’s
office right away. No, how can I explain how this happened? Oh what if I were
left with all of the urges and not able to release them? What would I do then?
This has got to stop. I can’t go on like this. I’ve become a slut, a whore,
and I’m not even getting paid. Roger is so close to finding out, Brenda is
beginning to feel her oats, and there is no end in sight with Larcher. I can’t
do this the rest of my life, I can’t keep this away from my family
indefinitely, and I can't keep up physically with Larcher’s demands. The only
two things I can do are to tell Roger and Brenda, get a restraining order for
the Larchers to keep them away from Brenda, and risk certain dissolution of our
family, or convince Larcher to stop, yeah right. But, then there is the third
possibility of calling Larcher’s bluff, and no longer complying with his
demands. The worst case is that he’ll do what he is threatening to do to
Brenda, and it would be no different than my first option. The best case
accomplishes the goal of convincing him to stop. Can I live with whatever
happens in between?" Marnie contemplated.
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