You might want to read chapter 1 first & hopefully you'll want chapter 3 after!nn*nnChapter 2nnI look down between my breasts at you. I know you are going to make me wait for your touch – the question is, how long? I stand defiantly, despite my overwhelming excitement. Without losing eye contact with me, you slowly slide one finger up my leg, ankle to thigh. I throw my head back, breaking your stare and let my body relish in the touch, albeit slight. Almost immediately, it registers that this was a bad move on my part, as your finger disappears from me until I look back at you again. How did I know you'd be smiling, waiting to see how long it takes me to realise I have to hold your stare to keep your touch. nnYou start again from my ankle and upwards slowly; you're in full knowledge of the effect you're having. I bite my lip to avoid the natural urge to throw my head back and revel in you. I am wondering just how much of you I will survive before my legs turn to liquid and I can only hold myself up by pulling on my ties. I'm not sure whether it's your touch or your intense eyes that burn me more. Your fingers reach my inner thigh and I sigh; slowly releasing the breath that I hadn't realised I was holding. My legs shake under your fingertips; my stomach quivers taut and my hips are desperate to push forward in eager encouragement. You lean closer and touch my clit with the tip of your tongue, so teasingly gentle that if it were words, it would barely qualify as a whisper but that's it for me. I can't hold your eye contact anymore, I want to cum and I know it wouldn't take much more right now. I throw my head back, unaware and uncaring of your rules at this moment. You stop, step back from me and remove yours hands from my thighs and I yell out in sheer frustration. nnYou reach for the chain and pull on it slightly and I don't know what to do with myself – is that pain or pleasure? It's not enough of either to make me cum and I can think of nothing else right now.

Screaming. His wife screaming, doubled over the kitchen table, her pants pushed down, with the giant looming behind her. nnThe slapping sounds, the slurps coming from her body's lubrication as it took the rapist's cock deep into her vagina. nnAnd his own whimpering. The goddamn whimpering was what haunted him the most. Over and over again, little plaintive cries for help. They were the testament to his weakness, and ultimately they would be the thing which woke him from this nightmare night after night.nnDavis Stockton woke to the familiar darkness of his bedroom. His skin crawled and his stomach churned as he struggled to free himself of the nightmare. It had been pursuing him for two weeks now, every night since it had happened.nnHe looked to his left, where his wife lay, her own eyes staring wide open at the window. She did that pretty often now. Just lay awake all night long, staring out the window, her eyes silent and her body tensed. A wave of guilt washed over Davis and replaced his own fear. nnHe didn't bother talking to her, comforting her, or encouraging her. He had tried that before and she had rewarded him with a vicious critique of his masculinity. Davis couldn't talk to her after that. She was right and he knew it. He knew that he could have nothing to say until he could somehow prove himself capable of changing what had happened. nnBut he had no idea how.

We all slept in the next day; as soon as I woke my mind was on what had happened the previous evening and how much I had enjoyed it. I showered and then went to Kat and Mike's room but the door was locked. I could hear noises from within and then Kat called out to me that she'd be out in a few moments. The horny bitch was at it again! I went back to the spare room and couldn't resist touching myself, I was desperate for an orgasm. I lay on the bed and started rubbing my cock as I imagined Kat and Mike fucking in our bed, at which point Kat came into my room. She reprimanded me for masturbating without her permission and then told me to open wide, smirking as she said she had 'breakfast in bed for me'. She straddled my face and rubbed her clit; Mike's cum oozed out of her used pussy and again I did my job and licked at her until every drop was gone. Kat leaned down and licked at my lips, tasting Mike's cum on them and commenting that no wonder I enjoyed eating her so much. She told me to stay in the bedroom, she and Mike were going to have a shower and then they had one last treat for me before things went back to normal again and Mike would be leaving. Just to be sure, Kat restrained my hands to the headboard and left the room. nn10 minutes later Kat came back, untied me and led me to the main bedroom. Mike was laid back on the bed, wanking his cock slowly; Kat told me to get on all fours between his legs and to lick his balls for him. I looked at Mike and he nodded that he was okay with it so I did as I was told. As I sucked at his cum filled balls Kat was behind me and I felt her tongue at my ass, probing into it for a few moments and then being replaced by her fingers. As she finger-fucked me she whispered in my ear that as she had two cocks last night it was my turn now. She then moved away and I looked over my shoulder to see her putting on her strap-on. Mike's cock was solid now and I alternated between deep-throating him and sucking on his balls, he was groaning in pleasure at my attention. I felt the bed move as Kat positioned herself behind me and then felt the head of her fake cock press into my ass. I spread my legs wider and she thrust it into me; the pain shocked me at first but slowly subsided and I had a wonderful feeling of being full and as she rode me I started to push back, wanting more of it inside me.

She's coming today.nnI've thought about nothing else since she emailed to tell me she was back from Australia, and that it was time to put our plan into action. We've spent so long planning this, to the last detail, and I've thought about almost nothing else for weeks. I hope she hasn't either.nnToday, I've found it almost impossible to work; my mind slips to the debauchery ahead, and when I think of how good it could be, my heart pounds in my chest and an involuntary surge of pre-ejaculate escapes from my cock. I've tried to do nothing too taxing- had a run, read the paper in a local café, spent some time on the internet.nnI look at the clock again- almost 8pm. She'll be here soon.nnI check everything is ready. On the bed, several items are laid out on a towel. The smallest dildo is not small, at a brutal, ebony 10", but is dwarfed by the others; one with similar thickness but a full 18" in length with a suction cup at the base; a black rubber one, thicker but shorter, with a tube and rubber bulb attached; and a translucent purple monster of 17" with a shaft as thick as a soft drink can, and a head as big as a tennis ball. There are various types of hand cream, baby oil and KY jelly.nnI look in the mirror; I'm wearing a pink camisole top with a black lace fringe, matching French knickers, sheer black stockings with a seam down the back, a lacy black suspender belt and strappy sandals with a 5" heel. A narrow choker with a rose at my throat completes the ensemble. I've shaved my ass, balls and my legs, which I've always thought look good in stockings! I don't want anyone to see me like this, except the lady who'll be here shortly.nnA prearranged code of short and long buzzes on the entry phone alarm signifies that she's here. My heart leaps.nnI press the downstairs door release, and unlatch the flat door for her. She'll take approximately 1 ¾ minutes in the lift to get to the 7th floor of my building, so I check things again.