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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : Dark Coercion #4

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Dark Coercion #4
by Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

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Pregnant, frigid, Catholic wife has a very bad day. 
Again. (MF, rp, oral, rom, lac)

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I smacked the woman in front of me hard and sent her 
flying across the room. 

"Strip slut, get those clothes off and suck my meat!" I 
growled at her. 

"Please sir, don't do this. Get the fuck off me, mother 
fucker!! Please just let me gooo--ow!" she shrieked and 
spit. 

I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to lie flat 
on the bed. Then I squeezed until she opened her mouth 
gasping helplessly for air. She was a cute little 
thing, a real spitfire too. She was cursing and 
scratching, clawing at me. But she just wasn't strong 
enough. I enjoyed straddling her face and sliding my 
cock straight into her throat. 

"Shh, shhh breathe little slut, br-ea-the, through your 
nose. Calm down, don't be scared I just want to rape 
you. You will survive this if you stay calm." 

She was making these wet, sexy gurgling sounds. I 
wanted to piss on her then, I wanted to piss right down 
her throat... but I was not sure if she would get mad. 
I did not want her to be mad at me. 

Wait, I'm not really explaining this very well. I guess 
it's a little complicated. I did something once and I 
guess I knew all along, that I would do it again. My 
name is John Pressman and I took advantage of my wife. 
I guess that is partially why she is no longer my wife. 

The first thing you have to understand is that I love 
her, I really do. I was faithful to Susan for six 
years, I tried to make our marriage work. Susan and I 
are both Catholics, so no abortions, no divorce. She is 
a true believer. Me... not so much anymore. When we 
were 19, she got pregnant while we were dating. I 
immediately proposed and she reluctantly accepted. We 
were married and I thought for a few months happy. 

Then it happened. 

She miscarried. Susan was happy about it. She could 
finish college and pursue her legal career unimpeded. 
The only problem was me. She was stuck in a marriage 
she did not really want, to a man she did not really 
love. 

Susan had never been sexually outgoing before. But 
after the pregnancy she was almost phobic about it. She 
insisted on me using a spermicidal condom, even though 
she was on the pill (Yes it was against church law, 
like many Catholics, she felt she had to). Susan would 
not blow her second chance at happiness by allowing me 
to impregnate her again. I had not really wanted a 
child at 19 but...I would have loved him. I would have 
loved my son and my wife and I would have been 
thankful, proud to have her bear my child. 

Susan was a real beauty. The first time I saw Jessica 
Simpson, I thought I was looking at my Susan's twin. 
Not just sexy, but sweet, virginal, pure. I was in lust 
with her from they day we met, and I would have been 
proud to watch that taut little tummy grow, to see her 
breasts fill with sweet milk--to know that I had done 
that to her. But Susan was determined that would never 
happen. Our lives plodded along. As a good Catholic 
there was nothing she could do about our marriage. She 
did distance herself from me though. She became 
emotionally inaccessible. After 5 years of obvious 
disdain, I gave in and found someone who would treat me 
right. 

Beth and I only had six months, but they were 
unbelievable. If Susan was a good girl, Beth was a 
randy slut. Every sexual urge I had she was determined 
to satisfy. She liked oral, enjoyed anal and absolutely 
craved rape. 

In fact Beth was a rape-slut. She simply needed me to 
smack her around, push her, to force her -- to take sex 
from her. I grew to love rape too. My wife found out 
about the affair, and put an end to it. She still could 
not bring herself to leave me, but she stopped having 
sex with me. She forced me to wait over a year without 
sex. I guess I would still be waiting if IT had not 
happened. I found naked pics of my wife. 

We had gotten very drunk on New Year's Eve and she 
allowed me to take the slutty-whore pics I always 
wanted to. There were 23 in all. I realized that I 
could use them to rape my wife without REALLY raping 
her. I forced my sweet, Catholic wife to give me all 
the sex I could handle. I spanked her, talked to her 
like a cheap whore, sucked her cunt, came in her mouth, 
fucked her pussy and sweet, juicy ass. 

I got her to agree to have unprotected sex with me. She 
had little choice, it was the only way she might stop 
me from mailing her slut-pics to her family, friends 
and law firm. It was the only chance to save her 
precious career. Susan did what she had to, and earned 
the first set of pictures back that night. I'm proud of 
her. 

That's where we came Full Circle. Susan got pregnant 
that night. The cheating, virtual rape, unnatural sex 
acts and pregnancy was too much for Susan; she finally 
decided to divorce me. She was stunned to learn that I 
would receive half of everything she owned + would get 
alimony for 1 year. Finally she decided that it was 
worth it, anything to be rid of me. Poor Susan, it was 
not going to be that easy. 

Heh. 

What she did not know was that I was waiting. I had 
taken additional pics and video of her when we had sex 
that night. Even though I had given one set back, I had 
another. During my affair with Beth, I had purchased 
several pinhole Video Cameras. 

It's called a "Sugar Cube CMOS", and only costs about 
$90. I bought six. Three for my bedroom, 3 for the den. 
They would run for 50 hours on a 9-volt battery. It's 
about the size of a quarter. We liked to have fun in my 
room while Susan was working. I have dozens of rape 
movies. We enjoyed watching her ordeals together. 

When Susan reluctantly agreed to have sex, she did not 
know I was filming her. There was one camera hidden at 
the head of my bed, one in the ceiling, and one in the 
wall just across from the foot of my bed. The picture 
wasn't perfect but it clearly showed Susan being fucked 
anally (willingly), giving and receiving head. It was 
enough. 

A law firm like Pierce, Whitman and Doyle, would never 
Partner with a woman who allowed naked slut-pics of 
herself to get out--no matter what the circumstances. 
If Susan wanted to be considered for her huge promotion 
and potentially millions of dollars (over several 
years), she would have to play ball. 

Again. 

I have a casual friend who worked with Susan's Firm. 

"So, Ron how's my girl doing? We may be divorced but I 
still care and like to keep tabs on her from time to 
time. She's not working too hard, I mean it is her 
eighth month. Gotta look out for my son." 

"Well, you know she is a finalist for the last Partner 
slot. So I guess she's under a lot of stress. They do a 
deep background check, and you are on probation. I 
guess the firm does not like to be embarrassed." 

Perfect, the time was perfect. 

Right after I hung up with Ron, Beth rang my doorbell. 
Yes THAT Beth. When Susan left me, it was so easy to 
pick up where we left off. For the past 7 months she 
has been my woman. I did not love her or anything, but 
she made me so damn happy sexually. A part of me grew 
to need her, to look forward to seeing her--to raping 
her. That's where you came in. 

Beth walked in my front door and started bitching about 
how I didn't treat her right, or give her enough money. 
She had just been to the hairdresser and her hair had 
this glossy shine and bounce it did not usually have. 
Before I had a chance to compliment her she started 
griping. Beth knew I hate to be bitched at by a woman. 
It's just this cute thing she did sometimes to let me 
know she wanted to be raped. Hard. Immediately. 

So I smacked her around a little, shoved her into my 
bedroom, and stripped her. The little slut was loving 
it. But... there was an arrogance in her eyes that I 
had never seen before. There is only so much you can do 
to a woman who likes to be raped, if you are not 
willing to hurt her. 

I guess I had been so grateful to her for the sex, I 
had forgotten her needs to be truly raped, to have her 
reality shattered. A part of me had begun to treat her 
like a regular girlfriend. Beth needed to be afraid, to 
be treated like a cheap piece of sex. It was just wrong 
of me to act any other way. 

We'd see how she loved things in a minute. I kept 
looking at her thick mane of honey brown hair. It hung 
halfway down her back and pooled around her face. 

I don't know why I did it, guess it was just something 
I needed to do. She just needed to be shown her place. 
I opened the drawer and put Beth's handcuffs on her. I 
left her legs free. I wanted her to fight me, to think 
she might have a chance. 

"Oooh, put the Blindfold on me too," she said as I 
slowly inserted the 4 inch vibrating dildo into her 
ass.

Beth was ready, she knew what came next. That my fat 
cock was going to ram her. She was a little worried 
because I had not lubed her. But, she trusted me not to 
hurt her too bad. 

Heh. 

"No blindfold for you slut. I want you to see this 
coming." I reached in the drawer and pulled out the 
scissors. Beth's eyes got round and wide as she saw 
them. 

"You are MINE whore. You need to learn your place. The 
only person you need to look good for is ME."

I began to cut long, thick strips of Beth's hair. After 
the first cut she was bucking wildly trying to throw me 
off. But I straddled her firmly. 

"John... stop, SSSTOP!! What are you doing, that's not 
funny. Don't cut my hair!"

"Schniip, snip, sknip, vain little rape-slut. You don't 
tell me what to do. You may beg, you can PLEAD, but I 
will do anything I want to you. Say it, say that it is 
ok for me to cut you bald. I want to hear you say the 
words. No? NO??! Fine then if you have nothing nice to 
say, you will say nothing at all!" 

I took a thick strand of Beth's hair and slowly cut it 
away from her scalp. Then I held it up to her eyes, and 
shoved it in her mouth. Next I snipped another smaller 
chunk and shoved it in her pussy. There was hair all 
over the bed now and I spread her natural silk on her 
naked, very sensitive body. 

"How does that feel cunt? I'm going to fuck you now, 
I'm gonna fuck your hair filled hole and cum inside of 
you. Then I'm gonna pull that stringy, cum covered hair 
out and make you lick it clean." 

Beth was gagging on the hair in her mouth so bad I was 
afraid she would throw up, so I removed it. 

"Oh god, what are you doing to me, please, I'm sorry, 
I'm so sorry." 

"Better, better slut better." I growled as I slid into 
her pussy. It felt amazing, her thick, rich hair 
caressed my cock lovingly. It's silky strands 
stimulated and tickled me. I felt it all around me as I 
banged into her hard and fast. Her tits were shaking 
wildly, and for the first time in a very long time she 
was sobbing. 

"I don't have a choice do I? You have me, I can't stop 
you. Sniffle. Ok. Do it, DO IT shave me bald, cut it 
all of!! Anything you want to do," she whimpered as she 
wrapped her legs around my back. It was too much, I 
felt my cum erupted and splatter inside of her. 

"Arrrghhh! You fucking cunt-hole, you made me cum. I 
wanted to wait longer," I accused her lovingly. Then I 
pulled out of her and several strands were wrapped 
around my cock. Wet sticky strands. I reached inside 
and felt the thick plug of cummy hair and slowly 
stretched it down her leg. I wrapped her snug in my 
arms and said, "Such a good girl, such a very good 
slut."

Before kissing her gently for several minutes. "I was 
really scared John, you really scared me. I can't 
believe you did this." Her hair was a mess, a short, 
uneven jagged mess. Her hair would be much thinner, and 
a few patches were quite bald underneath... but with a 
good stylist... who knows?

"Beside she can always use extensions, or a wig until 
it grows back in." I did not usually cuddle with Beth. 
But tonight she needed the extra comforting. I thought 
of something that would make her happy. 

"I'm going to rape my wife soon. I can use her pics to 
make her agree to rough, raw, sex. You like being 
raped, don'tcha? You made me very happy with your 
obedience tonight. I'm going to give you a reward for 
being such a good slut. I'm going to let you help rape 
my wife." I looked down into Beth's lust filled eyes 
and smiled. 

She had been raped hundreds of times in her life. But 
she had never been with another woman, and she had 
never been the rapist. She seemed truly touched, and 
tears welled in her eyes. 

"John, don't take this the wrong way... would you mind 
if I sometimes call you Daddy J? Um or Master" she 
could not meet my eyes as she made her humble request. 

She just nestled into me deeper, and held her breath. 
Beth was asking if I wanted to own her. She would be my 
property, my slave. Not my Girlfriend, or my lady--she 
wanted to be a thing that I abused and fuck. But I 
realized that I was committing myself to her -- that I 
would have responsibilities. I would never love her in 
a romantic way, like I did my wife. But she pleased me, 
and made me smile. 

"You are my property, I own you. It is your right to 
call me Master. I will take care of you. Always," my 
voice rumbled deeply as I claimed her as my Forever 
Slut. 

I decided to call Susan the next day to work out the 
specifics of sex with my wife. I know she was my EX, 
but that's not how I thought of her. Susan would always 
be my wife. 

"John why are you calling, I don't have time for you 
today. Well? Spit it out!" she barked. 

"I need to see you. It's urgent. Can you stop by around 
6? Oh and Susie... wear something nice." 

That's what I had said just before I made love to her 8 
months ago. 

"Uh? Oh-k, I'll be there." 

My punctual wife rang the doorbell at 1 minute to six. 
She was big on 1-minute tills. 

I had not seen her for several weeks. She looked like 
she was about to pop. Her large breasts were huge, and 
her tight flat belly was distended and round, and the 
perfect ass she was so proud of was layered in padded 
flab. She simply glowed, everywhere except her eyes. I 
invited her inside and sat her down in a chair.

"John, why am I here? I don't like being around you, 
YOU know that, "she bitched at me. I did not say a 
word. I simply handed her a large manila envelope. She 
must have felt the Deja Vu. I certainly did. This is 
exactly how I negotiated last time. 

Susan began to shake her head in disbelief. She KNEW 
what was in that envelope even before she looked.

"I have Video Cameras in my room and I never deleted 
the second set of pics," I said simply with the 
beginnings of a sheepish grin. 

"John, please god what is wrong with you. Why are you 
doing this to me? What do you want this time? Money? 
What then... Oh my god NOOO! John NO! I'm pregnant, I'm 
fat and ugly why would you do this?" she cried in 
shock. 

Why? the answer was simple. 

"You have always been beautiful to me, you always WILL 
be. Do you think I would love you less because you are 
having my baby? I want you back. I want us to be 
married again. I want my son to be in a home with both 
of his parents. I've missed you. If I release these 
photos and video you will never make partner. You will 
lose millions of dollars in salary bonuses, stock 
options etc. Your dad has already had a heart attack. 
What do you think would happen if he got pics of you 
naked and slutty, or a video taking it up the ass? What 
would it do to your sweet, virginal, ultra religious 
mother?" 

Beth looked frantic, trying desperately to find a way 
out, but there was none. 

"John you can't be serious. Having sex again would be 
horrible, I think I'm gonna puke but... well... what 
can I do? But marriage? To You? I'd rather be dead." 
she declared. 

"You've only considered one side of this. Beth what 
would it do to your career, if you were remarried to 
your husband of 6 years, a stay at home dad, who could 
care for the baby? You'd be stable, partner material, 
could devote full time to the firm. The sex is 
definitely going to happen, often, regular, wild kinky, 
rapey sex. Why not reap the rewards too?" 

I know that Susan was close to her breaking point. If I 
pushed too hard too fast she might do something stupid 
like tell someone else what I was doing to her. I had 
to be smart about this. I needed to seduce her. It 
wasn't like before. I was receiving regular, satisfying 
sex from Beth now. I could afford to be patient. 

"Come here baby, I don't want to scare you. Susan you 
are the mother of my child. You belong with me. Stay  
it's a 3-day weekend. Let me take care of you. I still 
love you, I need to know that you are safe. I promise 
no sex until after the baby comes. Unless you ask me 
for it," I said as I pulled my wife up and into my lap, 
and just held her. 

She was so tense at first, scared I guess. As the 
minutes ticked by and she realized I would not rape her 
tonight she slowly relaxed in my arms. 
"John... let me up, I have to go to the bathroom." I 
did and she went down the hall and closed the door. I 
followed her, counted to ten and walked in. 

"What are you doing, please leave" she demanded as she 
blocked my view of her wet cunt. 

"Why would I do that? I love seeing your pussy, you 
know that. I promised you no sex, but I still plan to 
enjoy your body, you still belong to me. " 

I walked over to her sitting on the toilet and leaned 
down for a quick kiss. I smiled at her and said, "Leave 
your clothes in here when you are done. You won't need 
them for the rest of the weekend." Then I left the 
room. 

Five minutes later she came out wearing a maternity bra 
and granny-panties. 

Close, but no cigar. 

"Susan, come here, I said in a stern, slightly pissed 
tone. Then I realized what her problem was-- she was 
embarrassed about her body. The way she was standing, 
the fact that she had her arms folded against her 
belly, instead of her breasts or pussy. She was ashamed 
to let me see how fat her tummy was. Susan had always 
been proud of her flat, taught, tight tummy and juicy 
round ass. The milk in her breasts made them spread, 
and sagged slightly. 

She was blushing.

When she came over to me, I positioned her in front of 
me. I grabbed her hands and made her feel my rock hard 
cock. I was so aroused, I wanted to make love to my 
wife right then. My sweet, shy, pregnant wife was the 
sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her eyes got wide when 
she felt how hard I was for her, she seemed genuinely 
surprised. I got on my knees in front of her and 
grabbed her ass in both hands as I began to kiss and 
lick her sweet belly. 

"Don't you move, stay right there and let me have you. 
Damn it, stop moving. NOW!" I said as I hugged her to 
me hard. 

After several minutes of belly worship, I stood up and 
looked down at her. 

"Take my pants off Susan. DO IT."

She obeyed. 

Then I spun her and removed her bra. She let out a loud 
gasp and tried to cover up. I let her for a second. 

"Now I want those panties off, and you can come sit 
with me on the couch. Don't think about it, don't 
speak, just obey me." Susan knew from experience how 
much worse things could be, that I was being nice to 
her. She took a deep breath and removed her panties. I 
sat down on the couch and patted my lap for her to join 
me. She started crying then. 

"What's wrong baby?" 

"If I sit on your lap you're going to fuck me. If I 
don't you will rape me anyway. I can't even fight 
because I'm scared we'll hurt the baby." 

"Your right Susan, you are helpless. I can do anything 
I want and you can't stop me. But I made you a promise 
and I will try to keep it. My cock will not enter your 
mouth, pussy or ass--unless you ask. I will fondle and 
cuddle you, and I don't see how I can help kissing you 
some. But I will try to control myself. I won't hurt 
you this time, I promise little baby. Susan sat in my 
lap after a few seconds, naked and plump and warm. I 
kissed her neck a little and held her close but that's 
all. 

"So tell me about your life, how has the partner hunt 
been going?"

"Are you making fun of me John? Are you serious? You 
never wanted to know before?" 

I gave my wife a little squeeze and said, "It's going 
to be different this time. I want to know everything 
about you. I missed having you in my life baby. I need 
you to know that I will never take you for granted 
again." 

It's weird, but I realized that part of what I said was 
completely true. I wanted her back in my life. I would 
rape her if had to, coerce her, blackmail her if I 
must, but what I really wanted was to seduce her. To 
make her love me. I wanted Susan to willingly become my 
slut. I had loved this woman for close to a decade and 
by god I would have her. 

We sat there that night, talking, getting to know each 
other again. She told me about work, what bosses were 
unfair, office gossip etc. I told her about movies I 
had seen, books I read while we snuggled on the couch. 
I kissed her softly sometimes. Just lingering pecks 
really, no tongue. She always stiffened up...but she 
stopped saying no. She stopped jerking her head away. 
She did not like it, but accepted that I needed to kiss 
her sometimes. 

She fell asleep next to me, naked on the couch. I 
wanted her in my bed, but decided to wait. 

I woke up to a lovely site. My wife was snuggled up in 
a ball next to me, and she was leaking milk in her 
sleep. I turned the video cameras on and got on the 
floor in front of the couch. 

At first I just lightly lapped up the milk trails. It 
tasted like warm sweet cream, like melted butter. I 
needed more. I decided that a trickly trail was nice... 
but I wanted a drink right from the faucet. I fastened 
my lips to her right nipple and began to milk her with 
my hands, squeezing gently. It was so different this 
way, I was getting a mouthful of warm milk at each 
squeeze. 

"Hmmm, huh? What're you doing? JOHN, NO! Letgoofme!" 
she wailed. 

"You were dripping baby, sweet milk was oozing out of 
you. You were wasting it. Well we can't have that! I'm 
just going to relieve the pressure, I'm gonna milk you 
all day Susan. Give me that nipple baby, your tits 
taste so sweet" 

15 minutes later my wife was completely dry. Susan was 
clearly shaken by what had happened. I think part of 
her was also aroused. She kept glancing down at my 
bouncing cock. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. 

"I need a real kiss after that. Please baby." Susan did 
not resist as I began to kiss her deeply for the first 
time in a long time. I slipped my tongue inside her 
mouth and clutched her to me.

I kept whispering, "I love you, I love you." Over and 
over into her open mouth.

I almost did it then. I almost broke my promise and 
fucked her. I could just see my cock sliding into her, 
the look on her face when I claimed her again. 

She looked so nervous, unsure of what was happening. 
She was teetering on the edge of uncertainty. Her body 
was starting to respond to me, but her mind refused to 
let her because of the blackmail and previous rapes. I 
realize that if I forced her to make love to me now, 
she never really would. I gently pulled her into my 
arms and kissed her. Long and slow and wet. 

"You are mine Susan, you are my woman. You make me 
happy little one. Relax baby, if you need a little more 
time we can wait." 

Susan was genuinely surprised that I kept my word. She 
knew how bad I wanted her, but I gave in to her wishes. 
She did not expect that.

I fell in love with my wife all over again that 
weekend. I also fell in love with her milk. I enjoyed 
it warm and sweet from her breasts, but I also 
developed a taste for it ice cold. I brought Susan a 
breast pump and gave her my orders. 

Did you know you can freeze milk? I planned to have a 
lifetime supply of Susan's creamy juice. I figured four 
or five years of nursing my son, and me milking her and 
I'd be set. I purchased a very large second freezer and 
planned to fill it with gallon size jugs of breast 
milk. 

The first few bottles of ice-cold breast milk just sent 
chills through me. It was intoxicating. To be able to 
open my refrigerator and pull out a cold one... Mmm. To 
be able to watch TV, or surf the net while sipping on 
Susan's milk was erotic and quite satisfying. A warm 
mouthful at a time from the nipple was great but... to 
be able to gulp it, to let it coat my throat as I 
chugged a 24 oz glass down was amazing! 

I loved drinking it in front of someone. I'd just be 
standing there having a glass of my wife's breast milk, 
or having it with a bowl of cereal while I talked to 
neighbors and friends. My favorite was to drink it in 
front of her.

"Susan go to the fridge and get me a glass of cream." 

She always blushed and sighed but she was becoming more 
obedient. 
Our long weekend had turned into a weird arrangement. 
Our relationship was still strained but there were 
flashes of love. Susan slept over almost every night. 
She'd often come straight from work and we would talk 
about her day. 

It became, if not natural, accepted that I would kiss 
her hello, and rub her tired aching (Pregnant) feet. 
She was still uncomfortable but she no longer argued 
when I asked to suck her milk from the nipple, or 
wanted a short cuddle in the shower with her. 

I stopped seeing Beth for the most part while I tried 
to woo my wife back. Oh I slipped a couple of times and 
got a quickie rape in but nothing major. I felt bad for 
her. It must have hurt to know she was my second 
choice. She seemed angry but knew better than to bitch. 
Susan was my wife and she was just a slut that I like 
to fuck. 

I sat my wife down the week before her due date and had 
a heart to heart. 

"Susan, I've waited almost 3 weeks. We are running out 
of time baby. I want us to be remarried before our 
child is born. You know I don't want to use the 
pictures, really I don't. It's just that... I love you 
and I WILL have you. You are my wife and it's time we 
made it official. We both know I don't want to use the 
pics but... Susan, I will if you give me no other 
choice. What do you say? I love you very much, will you 
marry me. Again?" 

Susan could not bring herself to meet my eyes. She 
looked so sad. Then in a small, quiet voice she said, 
"Ok. After all what choice do I have." 

We were married 3 days later in front of her parents 
and a handful of friends. 

Our honeymoon was spent at home. I promised to take her 
someplace nice on our Anniversary. That night I 
stripped my bride and began to lick her tummy the way 
she liked. 

"C'mon baby, I need your cunt now. You can give me 
something to drink later, but right now I want to 
'Eat'," I said as I munched and nibbled her tasty 
pussy. Her belly was pressing tight against my nose and 
hanging over the top of my head. She could not lift her 
legs into the correct position. It was hard work making 
her cum. I must have been down there for 45 minutes. 

Her juices tasted different, saltier somehow, with a 
sharp tang. I guess it was all the hormones coursing 
through her. When she finally came it was worth it. 

"Aw god John, it's happening, I'm cumming, yer making 
me CUMMMMM!" my wife explained as a river of juicy 
cream gushed out of her cunt in waves. It wasn't 
exactly squirting, I'd call it "flowing". 

She was still moaning and shaking when I straddled her. 
I decided to wait a little longer to fuck her cunt, I 
just did not want to risk injuring our son. I had asked 
the Doctor, and she said there was less than a 20% 
chance of hurting him. Fuck that, I'd wait. 

Since I started milking Susan there was something I 
always wanted to try. I laid my cock between the pillow 
of her ample breasts, and begin to fuck her. 

"Open your mouth baby, suck my tip when it gets close." 

Reluctantly she did so, licking and flicking it 
lightly. I grabbed her breasts while we made love, and 
squeezed gently. Milk began to squirt all over my groin 
and cock. I fucked my milk-covered dick into her mouth 
deeply. She had never been willing to drink breast milk 
with me, saying that was "Too gross." 

She struggled and tried to push me off. I wasn't going 
anywhere. I wanted to slam my cock all the way down to 
the bottom of her throat to make her gag; on cock, and 
cum and milk--to blow it out her pretty little nose. 

But I didn't quite do that, I felt her make a retching 
noise a few time, so I eased out and let her breathe 
before slamming down again. Maybe it was the warm milk 
splashing my cock and balls but my orgasm surprised me. 
I thought I had another minute maybe two. 

Wrong. 

Usually I can control it, postpone it. I felt my balls 
clench and it felt like they emptied all at once. 

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK ME!" I bellowed as it poured out of 
me. Suddenly Susan started gasping and jerking, and 
screamed aloud. 

I looked down and the bed was sopping wet, completely 
soaked. At first I thought she had cum real hard. Then 
I believed she had pissed herself. Finally I realized 
the truth. Her water had broken. 

EPILOGUE 

I had a 7lb 5oz baby boy. Susan had to deliver by C-
section. I secretly was kind of glad that her tight 
little pussy would stay tight. As I looked at her I 
could not help but think how we had come full circle, 
how familiar it all felt. We met, we dated and fell in 
love. Then we got pregnant, miscarried and eventually 
divorce. Once again we were in love, pregnant, married 
and now, FINALLY had a son together.

When we got home in 3 days, there was a manila envelope 
stuck in the door. It was addressed to Susan's law 
firm. We both felt the shock of Deja Vu, and Susan 
looked at me accusingly, like I had betrayed her. The 
envelope only had 5 pics but one was of Susan spread 
wide with all for "Paws" in the air. 

Another was of her plugged with beer bottles in her 
ass, pussy and mouth. I recognized this set. This was 
the small "Greatest Hits" of pics I carried with me 
sometimes. I was always afraid Susan would find the 
pics and videos I left in the house or on the computer. 
It was unlikely... but I wanted a hardcopy she could 
not get her hands on. 

About a month ago, I took these 5 pics and put them in 
a safety deposit box. The pics in my hand were clearly 
copies, but you could see that it was Susan. Somehow, 
someone had gotten a hold of them. I had a pretty good 
idea who. A note was attached that said: 

You said you would be my master, my sweet Daddy J. I 
thought you loved me. You said you would always take 
care of me. It's not your fault, I know that. It's 
HERS. Fucking, frigid Catholic whore. I HATE her. She 
does not even treat you right. 

That's why I'm going to destroy her. I found some of 
her slutty little pictures in your things. I'm going to 
ruin her, end her career. Maybe then, when you see how 
pathetic she is you won't want her. Hmm, maybe if you 
see her bald? Can't you just picture her head naked and 
shiny, warm and smooth -- her eyebrows gone! But 
first... master you said I could rape her, teach her to 
know her place. I can't wait to break her. 

I'm coming to get YOU Bitch. 

Congratulations on the new baby, great career and 
perfect man. 

See Ya real soon, 

Beth 

Susan was sobbing openly, shaking in fear. "What are we 
going to do? She'll do it John, your little tramp is 
going to ruin all my hard work. What am I going to 
do?!!" 

I was surprised too. Susan had one thing going for her. 
Me. We were married now. I would get half of her 
earnings, even if we divorced. No way I was losing out 
on millions of dollars she would make in her career as 
a Partner. No fucking way. 

Still...well I have to admit the idea of Beth and Susan 
together excited me. The thought of Beth RAPING my 
Susan, while I watched was very sexy. I realized all I 
had to do was stop Beth from releasing the pictures. I 
could use them to get both women whenever I wanted, and 
half of Susan's earnings. 

I pulled my wife into my arms and kissed her softly. 

"I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I can't see any way 
out of it. You're going to have to do it. You're going 
to have to give this woman permission to rape you. Be 
prepared she is kind of wild. She likes hardcore anal, 
and will want to hurt you, humiliate you. Don't worry 
I'll be there. I do have some influence over her. Just 
let her have you, let her have you any way she wants 
to. Obey her like a humble slut and it will be all 
right. Trust me."

Susan was about to have a really bad night.

Again.

Author's Note: I was watching TV recently and could not 
help thinking how different my mind has become. I've 
evolved (devolved?) into a different sort of creature. 
I watch a show like Friends and yes it is funny. I just 
can't help wondering how Joey could live with  Rachel 
and not strip her and fuck her.
"I'd be your friend slut. 

Have you seen the Ocean Spray commercial? Three sexy 
women sucking fluid through a straw, from a single 
glass. Um, remind you of anything? Am I crazy?

Next up we have Clint Eastwood's movie Tightrope. It 
was on the other night. Oh my god, there is a serial 
killer on the loose who has already raped several young 
teenaged girls. He targets Clint's family, kills their 
dogs, breaks in and gets to the girl. He has several 
minutes alone with her. The camera zooms in and Clint 
finds her nightshirt pulled up, she's bound and gagged 
in her bed and has scratches on her face. 

The doctor looks her over and says, she wasn't raped. 
WHAT?!

Finally there is the West Wing. The President's young, 
attractive daughter is kidnapped by terrorists. They 
have her for several days. When she is found, guess 
what? She has not been raped?! Are you fuckng kidding 
me? If you belonged to a group of terrorists who had 
the sexy First Daughter wouldn't you fuck her? She'd be 
gang raped 24 hours a day. They'd take pictures, sell 
video. It would be a demoralizing act of terror.

It's like the Jessica Lynch/Elizabeth Smart thing. It 
was big, shocking news that they had been raped. Duh, 
of COURSE they were raped, they were gang raped, fucked 
in every hole with cocks and foreign objects. A group 
of Iraqis capture a female enemy? What else could they 
do?

The vanilla world is so different. It's not just that 
we like hardcore porn, and they don't. It is a 
fundamental break in the way we choose view the world.

Remember, it's just a fucking story that I made up...so 
no pics.

There now I can rest easy.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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