Ghost Whisperer

[little_golden]

Gina

It was all a silly little game to Gina. She knew something was up with the firefighter and had decided to see where it might lead. It was a simple game and as she played it out she decided it was going to be a sympathy fuck. The guy was handsome, cute and muscular. He had a certain polite and gentleman like manner that she found very enticing. At first she figured it might be a quickie and then she started to consider a one-night stand.

Gina went all out as she played her role as seductress. Jim had been a breeze. She rubbed herself against him, smiled at him, and in short order he couldn’t help touching her. It was all so easy. He was just another fan – a horny guy with a cock. A simple blow job had melted him down to a pile of putty in her hands.

After the blow job, Gina made a game of lathering Jim up with soap. It was when she was doing this that she discovered that Jim was wearing a wedding room. What a dirty dog she laughed to herself as she continued to play her little game. Now the stakes were raised as Gina decided to play the role of home wrecker. Of course Gina has no idea that Jim was the husband of either Melinda Gordon or her friend Mysteria Hardwood.

“I want you to fuck me real hard big boy….. What about something different? Have you fucked a hot babe standing up… or maybe you want to fuck me up the ass? I bet you your wife doesn’t do that” Gina pushed Jim.

“After your shift, I want you to take me for dinner, some dancing and then some drinks in my hotel room” Gina laid out it out to Jim. She knew Jim was hard up. She rubbed her hands to stroke his big hard cock. He must be having marital problems or else he wouldn’t be here with here in the shower. It wasn’t her problem if Jim’s wife could handle or satisfy her firefighter.

She figured he'd probably call his wife with lame excuse for being late or not coming home at all. It wasn't her problem she reminded herself.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda

Melinda Gordon resisted the urge to puke. It wasn’t the mouthful of cum from the taxi driver or she self loathing or even the booze that was turning her tummy to knots, but instead the reality that as she turned she realized that the smiling old Bill had watched the entire episode with the taxi driver. He was pleased. He had a certain glow about him and she sensed he was thinking hard about something.

Melinda repeated her urgency to leave, it was a relief that Bill took in her charm and helped her out. He was real decent about it as he drove her first to her car and there the two of them took Melinda’s car to her house. Though it was only a short trip across town, it was dark and late, as the pair pulled into her laneway.

Unable to stay awake Melinda had fallen to sleep in her car on the way home. It had been surprise when she awoke ten or fifteen minutes later naked in her bed. Her head was swimming and the room seemed to be spinning too. Melinda didn’t ’ know that Bill was still buzzing around the house like a fly to honey. Unknown to her, Bill was peaking through her closet and planning to find some liquor for a little ‘private’ party.

“I need a shower… Jim… Jim will be home soon… I have to hurry” Melinda spoke aloud as she lifted herself off the cozy pastel coloured bed and she slowly headed toward the attached bathroom. The room was dimly lit from a small lamp on her night table. She was naked and her nipples were swollen from the chilly air. Her head was so cloudy that she didn’t even see Bill wandering around with his own smug little grin.

“Oh… Oh” Melinda gasped as she hurried into the bathroom with rushed feet. There was a rumble in her tumble and a heaving sensation as she slid her body across the floor and dropped her head over the toilet bowl. With a few loose strands dipping into the clean toilet water, Melinda felt more heaving in her tummy and then an eruption, following by a second and then a third eruption. All the alcohol and food of the night came flying up form her tummy, and threw her mouth into the toilet. It was disgusting but a wonderful sweet relief to her rumbling tummy.

The water swirled down the toilet as she stood up and flushed the silver coloured handle of the toilet.

“Thank you God” Melinda mumbled as she made her way to the bathroom mirror. Her reflection didn’t so pretty now. Her hair was matted to side of her face. There was a lingering scent of puke. Her make-up was smudged. Using cotton swabs and make-up remover she wiped off the layers of make-up to reveal her true self. As the make-up came off she looked younger and more wholesome but very tired.

Next, Melinda pulled aside the pink shower curtains and slipped naked into the bathtub. Carefully she turned on the taps and waited thirty seconds as she mixed the flow of hot and cold water until a favourable hot, but not scalding, balance was reached. Flicking a little switch, the hot water began to flow over her head and body from the overhead shower head.

“Oh this is great…. I need this…. So wonderful” Melinda spoke softly to herself. She took several mouthfuls of hot water and rinsed her mouth to get rid of the taste of puke. The feel of the steamy water across her tired sick body was so soothing and relaxing. For a few minutes her troubles melted away as she stood under the pounding watery jets of the shower. It was loud and the noises around her were completely blocked out. For the next three or four minutes Melinda careful scrubbed her body from head to toe with her lemony body wash. Then she carefully lathered, washed, conditioned and rinsed her hair. She felt much better though her body was craving sleep.

After a few more minutes of escape from reality, Melinda turned off the water and stepped from the tub onto a little pink bath mat. From a hook behind the bathroom door, she grabbed a large soft pink and white bath towel and dried her body. Satisfied she slipped into a white bathrobe and moved to the mirror. Looking into the mirror she felt much better and looked more like her normal self. After a quick combing of her long brown hair, she used the dryer and a brush to finish up. It took a few more minutes but she didn’t want to go to bed with wet hair.

“The night is over… I’m safe” Melinda whispered to herself. Hurrying from the bathroom she raced to her bed. Assuming the room to be empty, she pulled off her bathrobe and dropped it on a chair. From an upper drawer she pulled out a pair of white thong panties and slipped them on. From a lower drawer, she pulled out a pair of warm flannel PJs, white with pink hearts, and slipped them on. They were warm and wonderful.

Melinda turned off the little bedside light and slipped eagerly into her bed. Before she managed to close her eyes, she could or sense someone else in the room. She stared in he dark frightened as she assumed it was a night calling spirit in need of her help. She craved sleep and shut her eyes to ignore it. Her head was clearing and suddenly she was recalling tidbits of conversation with Bill from the ride home.

What was he talking about? More films… A new contract… Meeting with some doctor…. A consultation on something… Lots of money… not to worry… A star… Oh God… What was he talking about? Melinda pondered as she settled down for a snooze.

Melinda felt a presence slipping into the bed beside her. The body was warm to her touch. She nervously assumed it was Jim. She felt a strong arm reaching over for her and fumbling with her PJ bottoms. There was a sense of urgency she could feel in the strong male hands.

“Ringgggggg…. Rinnnnngggg”sounded the phone and then a click as the answering machine clicked on.

It never occurred to Melinda that Jim might be running late or that the strong male hands that were now busily unbuttoning her PJ top were the hands of Bill Smith. She figured she had paid her debt in the taxi. Melinda just seen Jim and he was safe and sound at the station and he was due to be home now. It was a short drive.

Melinda kept her eyes locked shut. She wanted to tell Jim that she was too tired or that she had a headache. But she just couldn’t, not after having fucked Sandy, Bill and the taxi driver in the last few hours. The strong hands were exploring her soft clean body. Her nipples were being teased, squeezed and rolled and now despite herself Melinda was softly moaning. Then as the little answering machine message played on, the hands were exploring between her legs and then her asshole. Melinda wanted to push them away but couldn’t and didn’t. Melinda was just too exhausted and tired o stay awake.

Twenty seconds later Jim’s voice came over the answering machine:

“Ahhh... Melinda… I’m going to be late… You know work problem... Don’t wait up… Click”

Melinda’s had already fallen asleep though the hands continued to work her body and reposition her body. It was like a dream as the strong hands touched her, manipulated her and took her helpless form.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

“I want you to fuck me real hard big boy….. What about something different? Have you fucked a hot babe standing up… or maybe you want to fuck me up the ass? I bet you your wife doesn’t do that”

Jim’s mind was already swirling, not thinking clearly, and now the hottest piece of prime meat to cross his path was begging him to be fucked. ‘Standing up’ … ‘Up the ass?’ Gina was absolutely right! There’s no way he’d even consider doing anything different than the usual missionary position with Melinda. She was just way too conservative for that kind of stuff.

As Jim thought about it, he too was a bit too conservative for it. But he did think about it! He did secretly yearn to try some of the dirtier, kinkier aspects of sex, but he could never bring himself to raise the issue with Melinda. Hell, he couldn’t remember ever doing it with the light on! Maybe that was why he was so turned on watching Gina as she sucked his cock. Her eyes had been glued to him, even as she swallowed his sticky sperm. He had never watched Melinda suck his cock, on the rare occasion she did, and she NEVER swallowed!

To say, Jim wasn’t using his brain, would have been quite accurate. There is no brain matter in the head of a swollen penis, and that was the only head Jim was thinking with. So when Gina informed him, that she wanted him to wine, dine, and entertain her, he eagerly agreed. Just the mere notion of Gina writhing on his cock, the same way she writhed against the big brass pole in the bay, made him forget the fact that he was married.

The two played in the shower, lathering each other up and rinsing off, before Gina pulled him by his cock out of the stall, handing him a towel. Being the gentleman he was, he used his towel to dry off Gina the best he could, while she never let go of his hose, keeping it solid and quite willing and able to put out any fire!

Jim managed to dry her off, and Gina playfully flung her wet hair about, spraying him with tiny droplets that flew from her ringlets. Gina finally released his cock and pressed her tits to his chest. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, driving her tongue into his mouth so he could feel her desire. “Now don’t you go puttin’ out any fires with that hose, ‘cept mine!” Gina teased as she turned and sashayed her ass, heading out of the small locker room. Her clothes were still in the main ballroom, so she headed in that direction to gather up her belongings. “I’ll meet you out in the parking lot, then I’ll follow you wherever you wanna take me sugar!” Gina added the sweet southern girl lilt to her voice that made Jim rush in an effort to get dressed.

Jim headed out the back service door entrance, avoiding contact with any of his crew members, unwilling to discuss his motives for leaving with Gina. Jim climbed in his car and waited, but it wasn’t long before Gina was knocking on his window. Jim rolled down the glass, and didn’t offer any resistance to her leaning in and giving him another big wet kiss that made his toes curl and his cock twitch.

“You lead the way sugar. Gimme a sec to get into my car and I’ll follow you. Remember now! The better you treat me, the better I’ll treat you!” Gina winked, then crossed in front of Jim’s conservative sedan, and climbed into her Jaguar! Gina revved the engine to life and flashed her lights, signaling Jim to take the lead.

Jim headed out of town, out to the suburbs, where he knew there was an all night diner that served up some fantastic food. The chances of him being seen there were a lot less, than if he had chosen any place close. While he drove, he kept an eye on his rear view mirror, making sure Gina stayed close. It was then he realized he had better call home and create some kind of reason for not coming home on time.

He picked up his cell and dialed. He listened to the phone ring, yet Melinda didn’t answer! She had to be home! It was late! She was either sleeping, or she was still pissed at him! The latter stuck in his mind as the phone rang for a third time and still was not answered. By the time it rang a fourth time, and Jim heard the familiar ‘click’ of the answering machine pick up, all his actions, previous, and forthcoming, were justified!

Jim listened to his voice tell him he wasn’t home and to leave a message. “Ahhh … Melinda … I’m going to be late … You know work problems … Don’t wait up …” He pulled the phone away from his ear and jammed his thumb on the red button, ending his call.

A few minutes later, Jim was escorting Gina into the diner, informing her of the delectable menu, promising her she’d not be disappointed. She rubbed his crotch feeling his hardness and whispered, “I’m not disappointed at all!”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill had let Melinda get up from the bed, correctly assuming that she probably had a little too much to drink tonight. She'd soon develop the capability to handle her liquor better than she was. There were just so many promotional events and parties that she'd have to start attending. If Benny was going to make her a true star, she'd have to make the rounds and meet all the other big names in the industry. She'd be fucking each of them soon enough, and they all liked to party! Bill smiled at the notion that he'd now be on the 'A-one' list as Mysteria Hardwood's agent! He'd too, now be privy to all the great parties!

Bill got up out of bed and spied through Melinda's cabinets and belongings, listening to her step into the shower. He momentarily considered joining her in there, but had other plans. He quickly fumbled through his belongings and retrieved his cell phone. Bill dialed Gina's number and was shocked to find out that she was stealing the crew chief of the fire company away from his wife for the evening. She had informed Bill that she was heading to the parking lot to meet him as they spoke. "You naughty girl," Bill playfully chided, not letting his zealous joy seem too evident. He was calling to ask her to call him when he'd be leaving the firehouse; but now that Gina had other plans for him, Bill's plans were changing!

"Hey listen! When you're done with you're little thingy, call me right away! I don't care what time. Call me. I wanna come meet you. I might have an 'in' for you at Benny Bombster Productions!" Bill listened as Gina squealed in delight. It had been an opportunity she had been waiting for, for a long time. Gina now had reason to celebrate, and wholeheartedly agreed to call him as soon as she was done with 'Mr. Married Man'!

Bill hung up the phone and tucked it away as he continued to rummage through Melinda's belongings. He'd be able to offer some suggestions on what she should wear, now that he knew what she had available, though he'd have to take her shopping for more appropriate attire.

He went downstairs in search of some more alcohol. 'Hair of the dog,' he quietly laughed to himself. Unfortunately, little miss proper only had a half a bottle of wine, and a bottle of unopened cheap champagne. Bill shook his head, then had an idea. He mixed some champagne and orange juice and made some wonderful Momosa's. By the time he made it upstairs, Melinda had already climbed into bed, so Bill just left the orange colored drinks on the bedside stand.

The lights were out, and by the sounds of it, Melinda was mumbling as if she was already half asleep. Bill's eyes widened. There was no way he was going to allow this perfect opportunity slip him by! He had primed Melinda for a piece of ass, and he wanted some! She couldn't pass out on him now!

Bill stripped out of his clothes and climbed between the sheets, joining Melinda on the bed. He spooned up next to her and draped an arm over her, immediately working on opening her pajamas. His hands were rushing to strip her down while not overly disturbing her when the phone suddenly rang!

Bill's heart stopped, then realized it wasn't his phone ringing but the Gordon's household phone. He wondered what Melinda would do, but she hadn't budged. Bill helped matters slightly, keeping her distracted, his hands gently rolling her hardening nipples, tugging on them as they swelled within his touch. His hand ventured between her legs and started rubbing a dewey wetness around her pussy and back to her little anus. The voice came across the speaker, and Bill heard Jim's stuttering excuse. Melinda, however, moaned and hummed as Jim left his message, totally oblivious to what was really happening.

The rest of the night was a blur for Bill. It was pure heaven for him. He breathed in Melinda's wonderful scent, fresh, clean, lemony sweet! Having successfully stripped her out of her PJ's Bill began feasting on her clean flesh. He suckled on her breasts, lavishing his attentions to her nipples, which had responded, even if she hadn't. He licked his way over her stomach and through her wet pussy, his saliva making plenty of lubrication as he opened her flower for his pleasure. He ate and licked and swallowed the sweet juices that slowly seeped from her insides, her hips gently rolling to his ministrtions, as if she were shifting around in a dream. All the while Melinda's legs were parted wider and wider, and wider, inviting Bill to take her however she wanted. Finally in her passed out state, Melinda rolled over of her own accord. Bill took the action as an indication of what was to come. It was an invitation for him to take what he had come here for!

Bill tugged on Melinda's hips lightly, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her legs draped over the side, her ass posed for his pleasure. Bill knelt by the bed, between her legs and parted her lush cheeks with his hands. For the next twenty minutes, he made oral love to Melinda's puckered hole, tonguing in and around the opening, spreading the saliva which drooled from his watering mouth. Bill finally stood, his cock hard for nearly an hour now. He spat into his palm and moistened the fat tip before fisting his shaft, making the helmet head swell even more, along with turning it a deeper shade of purple.

Bill plunged his cock into Melinda's ass and fucked her slowly for the next ten minutes. It was a smooth, loving raping of her asshole. He never thrust hard enough to wake her, and she responded, rolling her hips and fucking back in a slow loving manner. Whether she was awake or not, didn't really matter to Bill. He was fucking her ass, and she was loving it. She was rolling and grinding back against him, and the entirely new sensation of a loving fuck swept over him. Bill stifled a scream as his cock erupted and filled Melinda's bowels with his cum.

Satisfied and satiated, Bill rolled Melinda back atop the bed, and climbed back into the warm comforts rejoining her, spooning next to her once again. He draped an arm over her once more, wrapping a palm over her tit, and just lay there with her in the dark.

It didn't take long for Bill to drift off into dreamland, sleeping next to Melinda, both of them totally naked!

 

[little_golden]

Disturbing Morning Surprise - Bill In Her Bed

Melinda Gordon awoke from a deep sleep with a strong arm draped around her. It was the hot rays of the early morning sunshine beaming through her window that awoke her. She had a warm reassuring feeling to be in her own bed, safe, with her husband. She lingered in bed and mentally congratulated herself in pulling everything off. It was a small miracle that she had pulled it off. She felt guilty. Her head ached from the hangover. But Melinda smiled as she moved carefully in her bed. It was at that instant she realized that she was naked, and there was yet again a wet sensation between her legs and on the bed sheets udder her.

“We made love” Melinda mumbled and grinned as she sat up in bed. She didn’t look over at Jim, and instead decided to close the curtains so that Jim could sleep in. Melinda was now planning to make Jim breakfast in bed and then to be extra nice to him. She wanted to make up for the lack of recent quality time with Jim.

Trying to be courteous to Jim, she gently slipped out of bed and hurried to the window and closed the drapes. She was naked and felt strangely self-conscious as she shuffled to her closet to find her bathrobe and towel. . Hurrying into the bathroom Melinda popped two Advils and then took a quick shower. Melinda then spent the next thirty minutes in the little bathroom making herself pretty and presentable for Jim. As she left the bathroom, she had the perfect pretty perky girl-next-door look. Dressing in her closet, she slipped into a simple white bra and matching panties, and a floral print summer dress, and darted to the kitchen.

In the kitchen Melinda worked up a storm as she made freshly squeezed orange juice, coffee, bacon, ham, eggs, and hash browns. When it was ready, she put it on a silver serving tray and nicely served it. Melinda then raced upstairs to serve her man.

Though the room was a little dark, she placed the tray on the empty side of the bed.

“Honey… Honey I made you breakfast” Melinda called out.

As the male figure turned, Melinda had the shock of her life as Bill rolled over and faced her.

Melinda was speechless for twenty seconds. Sheer panic took over her.

“Okay Bill… What are you doing? Where’s Jim? What’s going on? You’ve got to go before Jim sees you” Melinda spoke in a panicky voice.

Looking around the room, Melinda realized that there were no traces of Jim’s clothes on the floor. It then dawned on her that Jim hadn’t come home. She didn’t understand what was going one. At that second Candy appeared with her own nasty smirk and then explained things to Melinda:

“My..my…my… the slut is serving her pimp…..”

Melinda wanted to yell at Candy but that would only make her look like a nutcase in front of Bill.

“Bill you have to go….” Melinda insisted as she picked up his pants and dropped them beside Bill on the bed.

“Melinda is a slut…. Looks like your boyfriend slept over and fucked you some more… He’s old but that that tree stump cock sure satisfies you hot cunt… Maybe you’ve got his baby…. Wouldn’t that be fun and exciting… You’ve fucked him more times in the last week that your husband in the last month… Melinda the slut…. The cheating wife… Who’s next Melinda…. I bet the vacuum salesman” Candy further laughed.

“Oh God…I’ve got a vacuum salesman coming over this morning too…. Where’s Jim… Bill you got to go right now… I’ll call you… Please hurry before Jim comes over… Do you want me to call you a taxi or are you planning on walking? … Maybe you can leave from a side door and climb over the back fence… The neighbours can’t see you leaving… Oh God this is a mess” Melinda blurted out as she struggled to keep her composure.

Melinda rushed from the room to the answering machine. The light was flashing indicating there was a message. She freaked out as she worried that maybe Jim had been hurt at work. Maybe he was dead or in the hospital.

“Please God – Keep him safe”

Melinda pressed the play button and relief followed by anger flooded through her body. She was relieved to hear Jim’s voice and the message that he was going to be late. Anger flooded through her as she calculated the time between the phone message and the current time. She realized he should have phoned again but hadn’t.

Melinda dialed the fire station and spoke to the dispatched.

“Hi… It’s Melinda Gordon calling to speak with Jim… Is he still working or is he maybe recovering from the overtime is the sleeping quarters? Can I please speak to him”

Melinda closed her eyes as the dispatcher replied to her:

“I’ sorry Jim’s left at his normal time after the shift… But…”

Melinda hung up the phone and a sense of hurt went through her. She needed to talk to Jim and to find out just what was going on. Never would she have guessed that Jim had been unfaithful. Instead she assumed that Jim had found out her secret and was staying in a hotel somewhere until they could talk calmly.

Candy reappeared and the grin on her face was infuriating. Then Candy spoke:

“No husband… Pretty funny…. Wonder where he is?.. Hmmmm…. No time to worry about Jim… You have a guest on his way over…. You better get dressed up for him fast…. I think it’s time for your blonde wig and some sexy slutty lingerie outfit….. Get that make-up on too… You’ll play the maid in need of a new vacuum…. You’ll get a free vacuum or I’ll punish you or Jim .. You’ll be submissive too! Get you're ass moving Melinda.... He'll be over soon...”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim was laying naked next to Gina, having gone all night screwing her in every way ever unimaginable to him. As soon as they had entered her hotel room, Gina had attacked Jim, and they were naked still standing in the hallway. Jim had fucked Gina's pussy, pinning her up against the door, his long hard cock pumping in and out as he stood there, supporting Gina's weight, her legs wrapped tightly over his hips and around his back. And the lights were on!

It was beyond comprehension to Jim, that he had crossed the threshold of infidelity, and had just fucked a complete stranger. Well, she wasn't a complete stranger, but he had just met her! The amazing thing was that she made him feel alive and wanted, and rejuvenated his male ego, his sense of sexual prowess.

The two stumbled arm in arm to the bed where they rested, and played before Gina returned to suckle on his cock. Jim watched in amazement as Gina tended to him, never having requested or waiting till Jim cleaned himself. She had sucked his cock that was caked with their combined screwing fluids, and never made an issue, nor even a face about it, delighting as she did it, keeping her eyes glued to his. He could see the devotion and hunger in her eyes. He was mesmerized.

Gina let him fuck her again, then rolled over and had him do her from behind. Before Jim even realized what was going on, Gina was reaching back between her legs, holding his cock as it slipped through her hands and into her wet hole. Then the unimaginable happened. In mid strokes, Gina slipped off Jim's cock, still holding the slick cock in her hands. She dropped her hips lower onto the mattress and aimed his cock towards the tiny puckered hole. She rubbed the tip around the tiny opening, lubricating it before encouraging him to push forward.

Before long, Jim was fucking Gina in the ass! He was pounding into her, and she was pushing back onto him. It was the most intense feeling in the world for Jim, feling the tight ring circle and grip his shaft. It squeezed and milked him, and Gina's hand, tickling his swaying jewels pushed him over the top. Jim emptied the contents of his cock into Gina's bowels.

Gina's appetite was insatiable, and Jim watched in awe and disbelief as she devoured his cock once again! She was utterly incredible!

Jim and Gina fell asleep as the sun was rising. Any notions of Melinda were expended with the cum that Gina had devoured!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill lay dreamily in the bed, the first time he had slept so soundly, the first time he had slept with a warm body next to him, in a very long time. It was almost as good as heaven. He'd have to find ways to make this possible, more often. He continued to remain in a half dream state, images of traveling the country as Mysteria Hardwood's agent filled his head, followed by images of Melinda sucking some faceless cabbie's cock constantly flooded his foggy brain.

He was, at first, pleasantly awoken from his dream, the singing lilt of Melinda's voice, the smell of a fresh cooked breakfast, and the warm sunlight highlighting her lovely figure, greeted him. Life couldn't get any better than this he thought instantly. But then Melinda's shock of reality had slapped him in the face!

Her freaking out and insistance that he get dressed, and leave, brought him to the realization of where he was, and the imminent danger that he truly was in. Bil panicked for the time being as he reached for his pants. He dug out his cell phone and looked at the list of recent calls. Gina's name was at the top of the list, and his heart caught in his throat, until he realized that it was his call to Gina, and not the other way around. Confident of Gina's charms, Bill slowed his compliance of Melinda's demands, smiling and knowing full well that Jim would not be returning home for quite a while.

Malinda's frantic ramblings were actually quite amusing to Bill, as he continued to slowly and languidly move about, dressing in the clothes he had worn the night before. He even took the time to go to the bathroom and relieve himself before gathering up the last of his belongings.

"Stop by the shop tomorrow, and we'll discuss the upcoming week," Bill said, calmly leaving Melinda alone in the bedroom. He walked himself down the steps, gathering up his trench coat, and draping it over his arm as he walked boldly and proudly out Melinda's front door.

"Back door?" He laughed to himself, stepping off the porch onto the sidewalk. "I'm too old to be jumping fences!"

Bill searched around, and the only set of suspecting eyes belonged to an elderly woman, sitting on her porch, engaged in a knitting project as she rocked slowly. Bill smiled politely, nodded, and carried on his way. The only thing he regretted, was not having some of Melinda's fine cooking, and the memory of that smell made him quite hungry. So, on the way to his car, he stopped at a tiny cafe and had some breakfast.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

James rolled over in bed and hit the snooze button, a few more winks always did him good, and he wondered why he had set the alarm for so early on a Sunday anyways! Then the reason had hit him like a sledgehammer to the head. James jumped out of bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. His injection of adrenaline had subsided as he came to find that he had plenty of time to get ready for his early morning appointment.

James couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he pictured the brunette owner of the antique shop, and her pert little ass, recalling how firm it felt when he grabbed it in the shoppe. Then he recalled how wonderful she looked with her brunette hair, all pulled up and tucked neatly within the maid's cap, and that short outfit which bared her ass to him. The replay of how he slapped her ass, and how she begged for another, worked to get him aroused and ready for a 'private' presentation!

Having showered, shaved, and doused in his favorite cologne, James dressed in a nice, casual Sunday suit. He rummaged through his closet and gathered up some items, tossed them in a small duffel bag, and carried it out to his car. He then went and retrieved the latest model of vaccum cleaners from the garage and hoisted it into his trunk.

James headed off in search of Melinda's address. It took him a little while, but James found the place. He had given himself ample time, in case he ran into church traffic, or if he couldn't locate the address. When he realized he was more than a half hour early he went off in search for a cup of coffee and settled upon a nearby cafe.

James was sitting at the sidewalk table, sipping on a cup of coffee when he spotted a familiar old face, striding up the sidewalk in his direction. James recognized his compatriot, calling out to him. James invited Bill Smith, who was just a few years younger than himself to join him.

The two chatted amicably about nothing in particular, Bill casually mentioning that he had a hot new seller in the shop, and invited James to stop by and take a look. "She's gonna be a star," Bill promised. James assured Bill, he'd stop by and check it out.

James looked at his watch, and then excused himself, telling Bill he had an important sales call to make. Bill looked startled, as if he'd had an epiphany! He too looked at his watch, and he smiled widely, and knowingly at James.!

Bill pulled his car up to Melinda's place once more, but this time, parked it in front of her address. As he climbed out, he shouldered the duffel bag, then opened the trunk to hoist out the vaccuum cleaner. He closed the trunk and spotted the elderly woman sitting on her porch across the way. She looked at him quite questioningly as he gathered everything up and headed towards Melinda's house. He nodded politely to the spinster andeven said, "Good Morning," before turning to climb Melinda's porch. He glanced at his watch. Less than five minutes late, which, to him, was on-time! He knocked lightly, before finding the doorbell. Melinda hadn't opened the door, so he rang the doorbell to announce his arrival again!

 

[little_golden]

Morning Time At Melinda's

Melinda was a mental mess with all the demands placed upon her by Candy. The stress of keeping Jim in the dark on her escapades and satisfying Bill and his damn contract were taking a toll on her health. She didn't normally drink much or even drink alone but this morning was an exception and she helped herself to a strong vodka. The drink was just to let her fight off the panic attack and the stress.

"I'll play your game Candy - I'll get a free vacuum..." Melinda whispered aloud as she hurried to her room and fished out the blonde wig from under her bed.

"I got the wig..." Melinda whispered to herself. She carefully adjusted it on her head to hide all her long brown locks.

Then from her lingerie drawer she pulled out a sexy black widow and then the matching black fishnet stockings.

"This should do nicely... It's sexy... Makes me look volumptuous..... Jim always loved it.... That salesman should love it.... The stockings are perfect.... Candy will be pleased with it too.... I'm following her orders.... She won't do anything crazy to mess up my life.... I'm playing along Candy" Melinda spoke softly unsure of whether or not Candy was eeven around. She suspected Candy's presence but couldn't see her at the moment.

In the bathroom she wasted no time, as she brushed out the blonde hair and then tied two pigtails with a simple red ribbon. The red ribbon was a perfect match to the trim on her black widower teddy and g-string.

Melinda worked feverishly at her makeup, applying more than she liked but it had the desired effect and gave her a sexy, sultry, seductive and slutty look. After a few drops of her favourite perfume in sweet spots, and then with a quick glance in the mirror Melinda could see her well displayed breasts, and the fine curves of her body. She knew the vacuum man would be smiling like a cat before the canary when he saw her.

"Ding Donggggggg" the doorbell thundered and it snapped her into the realization that either she was caught by Jim in her attire or it was the salesman.

Melinda.. Calm down... Jim wouldn't be ringing the bell... It's the salesman... Okay... Here goes everything... I'll get the damn vacuum... But what then.... What do I do with Candy Melinda thought as she tried to get her act together.

With bright red lipstick around her lips and matching red high heels she hurried downstairs to answer the doorbell.

With a big deep breath Melinda opened wide the door.

"Hello... I've been waiting for you" Melinda burst out in a sultry voice as her fake smile beamed a welcoming to the man in front of her.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda felt a strange mixture of dread, terror and excitement as she opened the front door to her home. To her surprise it wasn’t the vacuum salesman at all but instead a young man dressed in white painter’s pant and holding a clipboard in one hand and a paint brush in the other hand. He had a certain cowboy look but with a greasy black mustache and beard. The man just stood there for a second as he took in her 5'2 body and her sexy outfit.

“G’morning ma'am” the young man spoke and a big grin started to spread across hi face. He was trying to hold in a laugh but the result was that his speech became garbled and mumbled. He noticed her soft big brown eyes, luscious breasts, slim waist and delightful legs.

“I’mmm…hereeeee to……….. in the area today…… free…. Free quotes… painting” the young man stammered a his eyes took in the lovely Melinda Gordon a she stood like a breathtaking siren in her front door. The man stared with wide ’s eyes as Melinda just stood there frozen and at a complete loss of words or even rational thought.

“Painting…ummmm” Melinda managed after a few seconds of complete and awkward silence.

“Ummmm …. I thought you were… ummmm….. the vacuum salesman” Melinda blurted out before she knew it. She hadn’t meant to be so candid. It sounded so slutty and stupid.

Oh God… Why did I say that?… I sounded so stupid Melinda thought secretly as she stepped backwards trying to retreat into the house and safety.

The last thing I need is a painter.... Oh no... The neighbours are going to see me standing in the door... But I can't invite him in even for a second or he might get the wrong idea... Melinda mentally bantered with herself as she tried to figure things out.

The painter was smiling as he recovered from the surprise at seeing the sexy Melinda in the black widow lingerie ensemble.

“You look beautiful… The vacuum salesman is a lucky man to be your husband” the painter said in a matter of fact tone.

“Thank you” Melinda blushed, shifted her feet nervously and thereby unconsciously jiggled her breasts to the man’s obvious delight, before she added nervously:

“Oh he’s not my husband”.

Melinda knew again that she had made a ‘faux pas’ but that it was too late.

I’m just nervous…. I’m not thinking straight… I just need to get rid of him Melinda told herself as she took another step backwards as she got ready to close the door.

“Maybe I can come back another day” suggested the painter as he gave her a certain look to express that he was more interested in her than in painting her house.
He was eyeing her breasts in a not so subtle manner.

Fuck she's pretty... with a great set of knockers... if I could get get inside... I'm sure I could nail her the painter thought to himself as he played out the little game with the pretty housewife.

“Ummmm…. I don’t think so,” Melinda said very quickly as she tried to thwart the intentions of the painter. He could see a rising bulge in his pants. His bedroom eyes were very obvious and it made Melinda very uncomfortable to be standing before him in such a flimsy and sexy outfit.

“Oh no” Melinda whispered a she became intensely aware of her nipples growing hard and erect before the man’s very eyes. She could feel a certain heat growing through her body and between her legs. It was strange that these days she became aroused so easily and quickly.

She's getting horny... the painter thought secretly as his eyes flashed to her nipples.

Melinda was desperate to get rid of the painter. She looked behind her at the clock on the wall and realized that James was late. She hadn't expected that.

Great ass... thought the painter as he took in the free sight of the sexy black widow and Melinda's barely covered ass. He loved the black fishnest stockings and the classic garters that held them in place. He wanted to roll down those sexy stocking and tie Melinda to her bed and then her fuck her brains out.

He wasn’t taking the hint to leave and so Melinda became more direct:

“Look my guest is expected shortly... He's late... and I have to go…. I don’t need any painting today…. Bye” Melinda spoke in a quick agitated tone. She had no idea she was being watched from across the street by her nosy neighbour.

Her mouth is saying no... But that hot body is saying yes the painter mused to himself as he tried to figure out just how he was going to get into Melinda's house.

“Well… I’ll call again… You never know… I promise to give you a real good price and all my work is personally guaranteed" the painter pushed his pitch.

Melinda closed the door.

The painter mumbled "cock tease!"


She stood behind the door and breathed heavily several deep breaths in the effort of relaxing herself.

She looked through the peephole and no sooner had the painter left her laneway then James was pulling up. She had no idea if they had crossed paths or if James would say something. She counted to ten as she waited for the bell to ring again. There was a cold chill in the air as Candy slipped through the living room in her ghostly form.

Running to the front curtains Melinda took a peek out to see James Burton carrying a duffel and a fancy looking vaccuum cleaner. She noticed he was talking to someone and the curtain moved slightly as Melinda looked over to realizing he had said something to elderly spinster neighbour.

Melinda waited nervously and then there was a light knock on the door. She didn't answer and froze in place for a full minute as she reconsidered all her options. Realizing she had no options she fought off the urge to cry and instead made her way towards the door. As the doorbell rang, she planted a big smile on her face and opened the door for the traveling vacuum salesman.

"Hi... Come on in... I'm so glad you're here.... I have a special for you... If you have a special for me" teased Melinda as she began the game to give James his fuck and to get her free vacuum.

"That's it Melinda ... You follow orders really good... or else... James here is ready to play...." Candy whispered in her ghostly voice.

 

[little_golden]

Gina and Jim

Gina smoked a cigarette as she lay naked in bed without a concern in the world. She had fucked the cute firefighter but couldn't even remember his name. He was good looking, and had been a good fuck and that was all that mattered.

Sure she had seen the ring on his finger and knew he was married. But that wasn't Gina's problem and she figured if his wife couldn't keep him satisfied it wasn't her fault. She hadn't dragged him to bed and raped him. He had been more than willing and a very eager and happy participant. He seemed like a real nice guy and Gian wasn't sure where it was going next. She had been tempted to slip out of the room while the firefighter was still asleep but for some unknown reason she didn't. There was something special about this handsome rugged man.

Never in a million years would she have guessed that the hunky firefighter was the husband of her co-star and friend.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

The door opened and there before James' eyes was a picturesque scene that he'd never forget for the remainder of his life. Melinda Gordon was dressed in the most sexy, slutty-looking, maid's outfit he'd ever seen. Miss Prim and Proper was standing there before him, dressed and ready to fuck.

"Hi... Come on in... I'm so glad you're here.... I have a special for you... If you have a special for me"

James found it hard to believe that this was the same woman that was in the antique shop. The one before him was more flirtatious, outgoing, charming, and revealing. The Melinda Gordon he knew, the one from the antique shop, was conservative, withdrawn and shy. It was a clever guise to hide this alter lifestyle that he had uncovered.

She was quite apparently ready to have some fun. She even had on a cute blonde wig that seemed to fit this little play scene quite well. He briefly wondered why she wasn't wearing the wig when he had seen her as the maid previously? That didn't matter now though.

As Melinda held the door open and led the way in, James took the opportunity to slap that wonderful ass that she so delightfully wiggled for him. "You sure do have something special." He followed her into the living room and began unpacking for his well rehearsed and canned presentation.

He ordered Melinda to take a seat in the chair, the one that offered him the best look up her short skirt, her creamy white legs on visible beneath those fishnet stockings, her garters on full display. Her full breasts threatening to pop out of her tight top was quite distracting, but he managed to remain on task as he proceeded to show Melinda all the usual amenities and characteristics of the deluxe model. The presentation was rather boring, and James hurriedly rushed through the showing, knowing that it was the added benefits which would sell the product.

"I know the unit is a bit high priced," he confessed, "but once you see what else it can do, I know you'll buy it in a heartbeat!" That said, James pulled out the feather duster attachment and began running the soft feathers over Melinda's skin. He tickled her neck ane her cleavage with the duster, teasing as he dipped it between her sweet melons, drawing back out with a mischievious grin on his face. He could see Melinda's breathing grow labored as he teased, her breasts swelling, rising and falling as he stroked the feathers in and out, slowly fucking her between her tits with the duster. Seeing no resistance from his client, James drew the duster back and down, popping her breasts free of the black lingerie. He was delighted to see the hardened cherry nipples standing proud. Once again, still, Melinda offered no resistance, letting him continue. He moved the duster betwen her legs, teasing the flesh, just as he had done before. His light touch caused her legs to part, welcoming his advances, urging him to continue.

Melinda's legs continued to spread until the wet spot was clearly evident on the tiny G-string that guarded her sex. He teased that also, watching as her hips rolled towards him, begging for more contact. He was unrelenting in his attack, applying more and more pressure between her legs, rubbing the shaft along her lips.

"This is only the beginning," he assured Melinda. He helped her to her feet, her knees shaking warily. With determined effectiveness, James pulled on the tiny red ribbon bows on her hips, pulling away the G-string that had kept her modesty. True enough, Melinda was giving him something special! He was definitely going to show her something special! He led her to the long cylindrical cannister of the vacuum unit. There was a thin, rubber, hose attachment set into the top of the cannister, over which James helped Melinda straddle, kneeling her down onto the cannister. He urged her effectively to let the hose attachment slip into her wet, excited pussy. When Melinda had finally, fully settled into position, she had engulfed the short four inch shaft into her pussy, hardly offering any pleasure; however, it was her clit that was nuzzled up against the handle to the cannister that most intrigued Melinda.

When James turned the unit on the vibrations of the unit rippled throughout Melinda's body, causing a shudder through her form. The little four inch makeshift dildo that did nothing for Melinda, was suddenly transformed into a vibrating cock that Melinda was suddenly writhing upon. Melinda broke out into a sweat before James' eyes as the pleasures continued to course through her body, the heat increasing in her own body. It didn't take much coercion from James to get her to take off the lingerie and masturbate herself to an orgasm on the cannister.

Deep in the throes of a mind numbing orgasm, James took the opportunity and stood over the kneeling, convulsing, maid. He unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock, pointing it at Melinda's mouth which was gaping open, gasping for air. He took hold of her cute blonde pigtails and pulled her succulent lips over his cock. "That's it! Suck my cock, like a good maid should! Clean my pipes, you little tease!"

He had a lot more to show Melinda, but right now, he needed to relieve the tension. He knew he wouldn't hold out, and that Melinda soon, too, would collapse, unable to take anymore of the orgasms the cannister was administering to her.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Spreading Her Legs For James - Begging For His Big Cock

I can do this... I have to.... Just be perky... and flirty... and happy... and easy Melinda reminded herself as she played out the little charade set up by Candy. James was the lucky recipient of Candy's manipulation of goody-goody Melinda Gordon.

"Ooohhh" Melinda giggled like a school girl as James slapped her ass as she wiggled her sweet ass for his benefit. She knew he couldn't resist. There was something about James, he just loved to slap her ass and to spank. She was curious as to why this was, but knew it would wreck the mood if she asked so she didn't.

"Welcome... welcome" Melinda grinned as she made a show of welcoming James into the living room. She doubted that James was even going to show her the demo model. With Candy floating around, she suspected that James would simply tie her up and fuck her.

How am I going to get a free vacuum? Melinda worried for a split second though her smile never left her face. She was becoming quite the actress and quite the liar.

What a lying bitch and slut I'm becoming.... Melinda further worried as she continued to smile at James and to tease him with her flirtatious manner.

"Sure... You can unpack your stuff right here...." Melinda coached him as he brought in h is equipment and demo material. The duffel bag seemed rather large to contain a few vacuum accessories.

I wonder what else is in the bag.... Oh God... Help me... Melinda thought secretly to herself.

Melinda pranced into the living room and continued to wiggle her ass wanting to ensure she was waiving the bait before her prey. Her goal was simple. She planned to suck and fuck James until he was so happy he'd give her the vacuum as a gift.

Keep him happy... Keep him wanting more.... Be sweet... Be sexy Melinda mentally reminded herself as she flashed a big seductive smile at James.

"It's so nice of you to come over on a Saturday.... It's great to see you again... You look so great in that sales suit ... Isn't it a great day outside...." Melinda rattled on as she made small talk. All the time she carefully hid the fact that she was nervous as a spooked colt.

James spoke his own sweet words:

"You sure do have something special."

"I hope you like this little outfit... I picked it out just for you... It's a classic look... I'm like a gift wrapped present... " Melinda teased as she rubbed her hands across her body. She watched as his eyes followed her hands as she caressed herself with her soft hands.

Melinda sat down on the couch as directed by James. She shut up as she realized that James was actually interested in selling her a vacuum cleaner. It was unbelievable. She was literally throwing herself at this older salesman and he was more interested in selling her a vacuum cleaner. It was a little deflating to her ego and further weakened her self confidence.

Melinda grinned however, when she realized that James Burton, the sly old dog, was looking up legs and trying to check out her pussy. This was a real good sign that she hadn't lost after all.

I can seduce him... I will... I'll get that vacuum cleaner Melinda mentally promised herself. She shifted her body and arched her shoulders forward. The effect was to increase her cleavage and further draw in James attention to her sweet young body.

Melinda feigned interest as James rambled on about the vacuum and all the characteristics and features of the deluxe model. Never in a million years would she have let a door to door vacuum salesman into her house. Never would she even have considered buying one from James or any door to door salesman. But Candy had been the deciding factor.

"That's really cool... Yeah lots of features..." Melinda beamed to him as he wrapped up his sales pitch. She was relieved it was over and she was now planning to offer him a little drink of something to relax him and loosen him up so she could make her play at seducing him.

James seemed a little reluctant as he turned the talk to price and closing the sale:

"I know the unit is a bit high priced, but once you see what else it can do, I know you'll buy it in a heartbeat!"

Oh ya... I bet Melinda thought skeptically to herself but then she added with a soft interested voice:

"Oh what else?"

Melinda was very ticklish. Then from beside him James had out the feather duster attachment and began stroking its soft feathers over her delicate soft skin.

"Oh James... oh... oh... James... You're driving me crazy" Melinda giggled and laughed as she squirmed under James advances with the feather duster attachment.

Melinda giggled and giggled, though she fought off the urge to pee.

James was relentless as he began to tickle her neck and then her cleavage.

Her tone changed from giggles to soft moans as James liberally dipped the soft feathery duster between her sweet breasts. Melinda was all smiles as she saw that James was grinning too and he was having a good time with the little game.

Melinda wasn't resisting at all. Instead she licked her lips in an obvious manner at James to invite him to take the next step. He must have the read the signal for he skillfully popped out her boobs from the black widow. James was grinning and as she looked down she knew why for James was staring hard at her big hard cherry coloured nipples.

Oh God... I'm feeling horny.... I can't help myself... Melinda realized. James was turning up the heat on her as he now moved the duster between her shapely legs, and began teasing her sensitive flesh, and in seconds Melinda has spread her legs, and was welcoming his advances.

"Mmmmm... Oh that feels so nice.... That's it.... Mmmmmm" Melinda mumbled as James continued to tease her and arouse the fire between her legs.

Melinda knew there was a growing wet spot between her legs and there was a sweet soft scent in the air. In James eyes, she could see a certain hunger and fascination with her sweet body.

Rocking her hips back and forth Melinda would have loved to fuck that feather duster just to satisfy that tingling need within her.

"Go on James.... " Melinda whispered trying to encourage James to take the next step and pull off her black lacy g-string and to fuck her right there on the couch or even on the floor.

James was smiling as if he had another surprise as he told Melinda:

"This is only the beginning."

James helped Melinda to her feet and guided her to the small glass coffee table where he had her kneel down with her legs spread before him.

This is it.... Ok... I can do it... Just another cock ... It means nothing... Melinda tried to mentally calm herself. The thought of fucking this stranger in her own house was terrifying. In the back of her mind, she was terrified that Jim might suddenly come home and catch her in the act of cheating. She knew she would have to rush it along.

"That's it" Melinda spoke in a soft teasing voice as James pulled on the tiny red ribbon bows on her hips, and then carefully pulling away her G-string as Melinda shifted her body to let James pull it off completely. James was smiling and so Melinda made a point of pushing her breasts up and together to increase her cleavage. It was an old trick but the smile on James face was the right reward she was seeking.

Melinda didn't understand as James guided her along the glass coffee table towards the long cylindrical cannister of the vacuum unit. It was still plugged in. James was picking up the thin rubber hose attachment. Confusion flooded over Melinda as James helped Melinda straddle over the the cannister.

"Oh... Cold" Melinda gasped in shock as James let the hose attachment slip into her wet excited pussy. James let Melinda fully settled into position, and then he further slipped the short four inch shaft deep into her heavenly pussy. She could feel the cold plastic against her clit.

Melinda was initially terrified as she expected James to ram the plastic shaft back and forth. She half guessed she was going to have to fake an orgasm. But then James turned the unit. It must have been idling, for although there was no suction ripping through her body, she was intense vibrations rippling through her body and overwhelming her senses.

"Mmmmm.... Mmmmmm.... Ummmmm" Melinda moaned softly as she tried to control her reaction. It felt like a giant vibrating dildo. There was the vibrating of the cannister and then a certain vibrating and rotating feeling from the attachment. She had no idea what the attachment had been designed to clean but right now it was the best dildo she had ever tried.

"This is fantastic.... Oh yes... MMMMMmmmm" Melinda announced as she wiggled and squirmed on the attachment and her body grew hotter and more aroused by the second. Her arousal was complete and Melinda felt delirious after a few minutes of riding the vacuum cleaner.

As James coached her with soft word and finger motions, Melinda slowly tore off her lingerie until all she wore was the garter belt, fishnet stocking and the high heel shoes. Melinda knew that James was turned on from the huge bulge in his pants. There was no doubt in her mind that James was going to need a good fuck.

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Yes....yesss..." Melinda grunted as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure washed over her body and a wild grin spread across her face. Melinda touched her breasts and nipples as she continued to slip up and down on the attachment. It was so delicious and wonderful.

In the midst of her orgasm James took the opportunity to move a lot closer and to get in on the action. He was kneeling over Melinda, and then he unzipped his trousers to free a big pointy cock. Though Melinda was squirming on the canister, she felt him pulling her pigtails and he directed his big cock into her soft hot mouth.

Melinda eager took it and worked it like a pro.

His soft voice was encouraging as he told her:

"That's it! Suck my cock, like a good maid should! Clean my pipes, you little tease!"

Melinda felt a hot sticky rush between her legs. But the big cock in her mouth refocused her energy into several delightful minutes for James as she sucked, kissed, licked, and plopped his cock back and forth in her mouth. She worked it hard with her hands as she slid her hands up and down on the shaft of his big hard cock. She could hear a buzzing or soft grunting from James' lips as she worked it hard. Sensing he was getting ready to explode she shouted aloud:

"James... Stick it in my pussy... I'm ready... I'll take it all!"

"That's it slut... Take it all... Fuck the vacuum salesman... Fuck him hard... Fuck him good... like the whore you really are" laughed Candy in her ghostly voice that only Melinda could heard.

Carefully Melinda pulled out the four inch attachment from her sweet pussy. Her hole felt huge though slick, hot, and dripping wet. With her back resting on the glass table before James. Melinda spread her legs so that James could more easily enter her.

"Come on James... Fuck me... You know you want it... Come on... I want the vacuum... You want my pussy... Let's make a deal" Melinda negotiated.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

"Come on James... Fuck me... You know you want it... Come on... I want the vacuum... You want my pussy... Let's make a deal"

James couldn't believe his ears. He knew from many previous sales, that the women were eager and ready for fucking after riding the machine, no matter how up tight, or how conservative they were. Something about that ride, made women throw away all concern for restraint, and have a hungering need for hot sticky seed in their convulsing pussies. But, the words streaming from Melinda's mouth were far more than he could have ever imagined.

It was true. He did want to fuck her. He did want her pussy, badly! But it was the deal that she wanted to make that alerted him. If this little tart wanted to deal, he was going to work her over real good, and get more than his money's worth from her.

When she had stretched out on the glass topped coffee table, James couldn't resist the urge. Rather than accepting Melinda's first offer, he'd show her some more little amenities from the vacuum, some of his favorites. He reached into his duffelbag and quickly retrieved some lengths of nylon cord. He quickly secured Melinda's wrists and lifted her arms over her head, tying it off to the legs of the table at the far end. He then tied her ankles to each leg at the other end so that she was sprawled fully across the glass tabletop.

"I really like it when a woman begs to be fucked!"

He grabbed the hose attachment to the vacuum and clipped a long, thin cylindrical tube to the hose. He switched on the vacuum and covered the tube with his hand, testing the suctioning power of the powerful unit. He then looked leeringly down upon the helpless and naked client. Kneeling alongside the table, he roughly kneaded the closest breast, pinching and rolling the hardened nipple between his thumb and fingers. Satisfied, he placed the tube over the nipple and let it draw the turgid flesh, up and into the tube, painfully swelling it with blood as it grew even longer. He pulled the tube off and quickly clamped his mouth over the tip, licking and suckling the engorged teat, raking his teeth over the sensitive tip. He did that a few more times, alternating from tit to tit as he did so, watching Melinda writhe helplessly upon the tabletop.

"Make me an offer," he commanded, holding the tube dangerously over an obscenely swollen tit. "You're gonna have to do better than that," he scolded, applying the suction treatment once more. He continued with the mixture of pain and pleasure, torturing Melinda's body, before stopping to hear a better offer. "C'mon, it's an expensive unit, if you want it for free, you gotta come up with something really sweet for me." He threatened her again, waving the attachment in front of her eyes. She still didn't meet his criteria, and he resumed, her nipples beginning to look more and more like a goat's teats, than normal nipples. "One last chance, Melinda. I need to get my money's worth. Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Melinda still failed to give James an answer he thought to be fair. Actually each of the offers were quite tempting, and he'd surely jump at any of the terms she offered. However, holding out as he was, Melinda was obviously becoming more desperate, giving more and more concessions with each offer. Blowjobs, fuckings, her pussy, her ass, multiple encounters, and he knew he could get more. So he reached between her parted legs and spread her pussy lips apart exposing the soft pink interior of her sex. He brought the tube down and placed it over her clit, which elicited a nearly deafening shriek. He quickly pulled it off and suckled delightfully on the swollen clit. He repeated the process over and over again, keeping the suctioning hose on her clit for longer periods of time, following each one with a delicious lapping of his broad tongue across the hypersensitive mini-cock. Melinda was practically begging for mercy pleading for an end to the torture, willing to do anything, just to put an end to what she was enduring.

So James made his offer. "You're going to give me ten sessions to do with you as I please, absolutely no limits ... this fucking to come, not counting! You'll also help me sell five units to friends or family, doing the demos with me."

He held the menacing tool over her clit, the suctioning air blowing over her clit, yet not quite pulling it into the tube. If she didn't accept his offer he was ready to continue his torment.

"Well? Do we have a deal, or should I add more to it?"

The evil grin on his face assured Melinda that he was not one easily bargained with. True enough, she was sweet, willing, and quite tempting, but if he were going to part without cash, he wanted a long-term contract

 

[little_golden]

Melinda was sure she'd succeed in seducing James and in shooting the moon thanks to James' magic little vacuum cleaner. She was hot, panting, and more than ready for James to penetrate her and then pump away for their mutual sexual pleasure. But it sure didn't happen the way she expected. James had a much more demanding and darker side than she would ever have suspected.

Never would have Melinda Gordon consider trading sex for a vacuum cleaner or anything else. Yet she had propositioned James. Sex for his vacuum cleaner. Melinda didn't even need a vacuum clean but Candy had ordered it so Melinda was complying.

"Oh... What...?" Melinda had gasped when James suddenly pulled out from his duffel bag several lengths of cords.

"But... but" Melinda started to say, but James was very efficient as he guided Melinda backwards onto the glass coffee table, and then he quickly and eagerly fastened Melinda's wrists and legs to the legs of the table.

Oh God no.... Please no Melinda secretly prayed as James succeeded in pulling Melinda's arms over her head and then tightly tying them off. She could feel her legs parted and each ankle and knee secured making her very open and vulnerable.

It was so confusing to her as she had been willing and ready to fuck James. She had tried so hard to send him on the all signals that she was set to rock his world. But somehow he didn't go for her eagerness and instead was set to take by force what she had been offering freely.

James had a very wicked look as he tied the last of the knots. The hum of the vacuum cleaner continued in the background. But his words were clear as he declared:

"I really like it when a woman begs to be fucked!"

Melinda was helpless. She closed her large brown eyes and placed the back of her head against the top of the glass table. She expected James to ram his hard cock into her. However, instead James grabbed the hose attachment to the vacuum and then she could hear him fumbling with an attachment and then testing the suction.

Maybe he's just going to leave me tied for a while... Sort of a power dominance thing... He won't hurt me... Melinda mentally decided as she decided to simply wait it out.



and clipped a long, thin cylindrical tube to the hose. He switched on the vacuum and covered the tube with his hand, testing the suctioning power of the powerful unit.

Melinda turned sideways and noticed that James was now kneeling beside her. He hadn't mounted her which was very strange to her and shook her confidence a little.

Maybe... I turned him off by coming on too strong...or Melinda started to think but her thoughts were rudely and painfully interrupted as James began to roughly kneaded her right breast, and then pinching and rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and fingers.

"Mmmm...oooo" Melinda moaned as she could feeling her sexual arousal again heating up. She figured he was just toying with her. He wanted foreplay and she was his newest fuck toy so he was taking his time.

"Oh!" Melinda moaned aloud in a shaky voice as James placed the tube over Melinda's right swollen nipple and let the vacuum suck on it. It was a overwhelming mix of pleasure and pain for Melinda. Her eyes opened quickly as she felt an intense suction on her nipple. The whining sound of the vacuum cleaner shifted to a lower humming sound as her nipple was sucked further into the tube to its maximum stretch. It ached like fire.

Then at last James ripped it off and a new pain flooded her body but then she a certain soothing sensation as James' mouth ascended over her nipple and he sucked on her engorged tit.

"Oooooo myyyy" Melinda mumbled in ecstasy as James now raking his teeth over her ever so sensitive nipple. Then she moaned louder as James alternated from tit to tit as he licked, kissed, and teased her nipples. Melinda was wriggling and squirming on the glass coffee table. The smell of her sweet pussy had an intoxicating effect and signaled her need for a big cock to take her hard and quick.

James was now threatening to repeat his assault on the same nipple with the vacuum attachment as he commanded:

"Make me an offer!"

Melinda was confused and in too aroused a state to think clearly. She had made James an offer. It was a great offer she figured.

But James made it clear that he wanted much better terms as he told her:

"You're gonna have to do better than that."

"Ouchhh... You're hurting me" Melinda protested as James re-applied the attachment but now to her left nipple and the suction increased and the pain returned.

Words were coming from Melinda's mouth as she pleaded with James. She was saying anything that came to mind to get James to relent on his torture. But he didn't stop.

James pushed like a divorce lawyer as he argued:

"C'mon, it's an expensive unit, if you want it for free, you gotta come up with something really sweet for me."

"Whatever..." Melinda finally blurted out as James further threatened her with the attachment as he now waved it before her face. Melinda could feel a pulsating pain in both nipples but her left nipple now felt like it was on fire.

Their going to be brightred...then black and blue Melinda realized as she knew she would have to give to James. Otherwise, he'd keep going. He was determined and she knew he wasn't going to cut her any slack. Looking down at nipples, she was astonished at their disfigurement - they were twice their normal size, but much more pointy and extended, and probably ten times more sensitive. They were was no longer so pretty and they had an crude animal look to them. She was terrified that her nipples were be permanently enlarged and stretched. They looked as if she had nursed fifteen children over a lifetime.
They were sore and swollen.

Melinda knew she'd give up. James made t easy as he warned her:

"One last chance, Melinda. I need to get my money's worth. Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Melinda was mumbling and promising all sorts of naughty deeds and favours. James was pensive but still shaking his head as she rambled on and on. The longer the talked the longer the reprieve from his torture.

"Take my pussy... It's yours..." Melinda begged. James didn't wait as he now reached between her parted legs and then spread her pussy lips apart to expose the soft pink interior of her sex.

Melinda looked down to see James at first stroking and preparing her pussy for what she assumed would his penetration but instead he was moving the attachment toward her pussy. This times she made the connection, he was going to ram it in and apply the power of the vacuum's suction to her sweet sex.

"Oh James... Whatever ... Anything... Anything you want" Melinda begged.

"Ooooo...AAAAAAAaaaaa.... OOO....AAAaaaa" Melinda moaned out as James brought the tube down and placed it over her clit. She was shrieking aloud from the rough and painful stimulation. There was no pleasure but her clit was being teased and manipulation in the most horrendous of manners.

"James... Anything... I promise" Melinda pleaded as her head rolled from side to side in pain.

Melinda had no idea how long James went on and on. At one point she wondered if she had fainted. It was crazy. It was insane. It was cruel.

"Oooooo" Melinda moaned at the sudden bursts of relief from the suction provided by James' sweet soft wet tongue which at random intervals lapped across her clit sending sweet pleasure and relief to her body. She was hyper aroused and struggling in her bonds.

Melinda would have agreed to anything. James must have sensed his utter dominance of her as he made his offer:

"You're going to give me ten sessions to do with you as I please, absolutely no limits ... this fucking to come, not counting! You'll also help me sell five units to friends or family, doing the demos with me."

Melinda nodded her head to signal her acceptance. James wanted more as he pushed her:

"Well? Do we have a deal, or should I add more to it?"

"Yes... yes...anything you want... I promise" Melinda shouted out over the hum of the vacuum cleaner.

She could see the evil grin of satisfaction on his now demented face. In her mind she suspected that James had devil horns hidden in his head. He was the devil.

"Go on... fuck me... seal the deal... I need your cock right now... Go on" Melinda begged. She wanted to touch herself and satisfy her basic sexual needs. Had she been free and alone she was certain she'd be using a big cucumber to satisfy her hot wet pussy. Despite the pain the need was overwhelming.

I'm going to be sore for a week.... And how do I hide the bruisiing... What am I going to do Melinda worried

James was moving closer. The click of a switch brought the hum of the vacuum cleaner to a complete stop. That was a relief to Melinda. It was only as the machine stopped that Melinda realized that she had been crying and in a near state of hysteria.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

"Take my pussy ... It's yours ... Oh James ... Whatever ... Anything ... Anything you want ... James ... Anything ... I promise ... Go on ... fuck me ... seal the deal ... I need your cock right now ... Go on!"

Melinda Gordon's cries were music to James' ears. He truly did love to hear women begging to be fucked. It struck his most primeval ego, even though the begging was induced by an alternative means. He was sure, that given any other scenario, Melinda wouldn't be begging him to fuck her, otherwise, she'd had done it long ago, when he first met her at her shop.

He was ready to seal the deal, as Melinda put it, but he felt the need to add one last humiliating caveat to his terms. "Every time we meet, no matter where, or when, you will beg me, just like you are now, to fuck you and give you my cock! I'll decide if I want to, but you'd better beg; otherwise, I'll torture your lovely body again!"

Of course Melinda couldn't think straight, nodding her head frantically, her blonde wig pigtails flailing wildly. Her gaping mouth hanging open, agreeing to anything and everything, just in an effort to get him to stop the torture and end her ordeal. James knew that, and it caused his cock to swell within his trousers.

He finally relented and undid the leather belt, pulled down his pants and freed the monster within. It was angry looking, the purple head flaring, the shaft, long, hard and red. He walked around the coffee table and placed the tip to Melinda's mouth, seeing the river of tears falling from the corners of her eyes, down towards her ears. Straddling the table, and her head, he lowered his hips, forcing his cock into her mouth, which willingly took him in.

Obviously Melinda's efforts were extraordinary, anything to divert his attention from abusing her body. James dipped his hardness in and out of her mouth, encouraging her to tilt her head back, giving him deeper access into her throat. James kept pushing deeper and deeper, watching the bulge pass beneath her hollowed cheeks, and into her throat, then back out again. His heavy laden ball sac dangled over her wet eyes as she bathed his cock. "That's it! Suck it real good. Show me how much you want my cock. Make it nice and wet, nice and hard!"

In the meantime, James, trapped her sore, elongated nipples within his fingers, pinching them roughly, using them as leverage as he rocked his hips forward. The vibrations of her moans and cries around his cock rippled throughout his body. He was near climax, and could have easily settled with that, but she had begged him to be fucked. She had pleaded with him to take her pussy.

James pulled out and quickly circled the table, wasting no time merely plunging it in between her swollen, wet, parted, lips! There was no foreplay, and Melinda could offer no resistance, bound as she was. He plowed mercilessly into her as his thumb found her distended clit and rubbed it vigorously as he pummeled her. Her wriggling, writhing, convulsing body strained against the binds, and squeezed his cock in the most delightful way. James took great delight, feeling Melinda's juices, flooding out around his cock, spilling out onto the glass tabletop.

She was wet ... soaking wet, and James sloshed his way through the wetness, displacing the fluid until a pleasurable friction began to grow, finally spilling his seed deep inside her womb, filling her to overflowing, before pulling out and dribbling the remaining spittle upon her heaving belly.

Sataited and content, James looked around the room and settled on the black widow as a towel to clean his cum stained cock. He cleaned up and got dressed, leaving Melinda still bound and stretched out upon the table. He disregarded her naked body as if it were a toy he was done playing with. He dressed fully, packed up all the loose belongings, leaving the vacuum and all its attachments in a neat, organized manner in the nearby corner.

Finally, ready to leave, he knelt next to Melinda and kissed her on the forehead. She was a mess, her body tortured, bound, makeup smeared on her face, cum dribbled upon her, cum oozing out of her snatch, and a smeared puddle of secretions on the tabletop.

He whispered in a soft, soothing manner, though his voice dripped with sarcasm and cynicism. "We do have a deal now! Don't forget the details."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera, and quickly snapped a picture of the image. "My insurance policy!"

He put the camera back, waving the developing picture before her eyes, so she could see what she looked like. "Now ... I could leave you here tied up, so your hubby can come and find you, then you'd have a lot of explaining to do. Or, you can agree one final time, that you accept the deal!"

Melinda nodded and gave her agreement, really having no other option, at least not at this point. She wasn't in any position to make any demands. So James, quickly undid the binds and stuffed the rope into his bag. He got up and left Melinda without any further ceremony.

On the way out, he spotted the elderly neighbor, still sitting there, apparently glancing at her watch before locking eyes. He politely adressed her, wishing her a nice day as he climbed into his car and drove off.

James could feel his smile stretching across his face as he envisioned the ten sessions he'd have with Melinda, and the friends, she'd help him sell units to. He could resurrect the industry with this type of selling, and make him top salesman! Reaching home, he sat at his desk and laid out some plans for the upcoming future!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim lay sleeping soundly in the unfamiliar bed. The week long stint of working nights had taken its toll. He always enjoyed the short reprieve, a Sunday off, before having to do the night shift for another week! The two weeks were always hard on his body, but he enjoyed the action. There were more calls and more things going on, that made the time seem to pass by rather quickly.

Sunday was his one day to sleep in and rest, during these stretches. He'd always wake to a wonderful breakfast made by Melinda, served to him in bed, where they'd cuddle until mid day. Melinda always seemed to have the house in perfect order, so that he had nothing to worry about. If Jim wanted to sleep in, she'd let him, if he wanted to work around the house, she didn't nag. Sunday's during his two week stretch of nightshift was always Jim's day!

So, Jim, in his half-sleep comatose mind, never gave it any thought as he slowly began to wake up on HIS day. However, there were some things that were different. There was no smell of fresh cooked breakfast assaulting his nostrils this morning. And there was no cuddling of a warm body next to him.

Instead, there was a warm wet feeling enveloping his crotch. The unmistakable feeling of a loving mouth, slowly suckling on his cock, was bringing him from dreamland into reality. The sensations were incredible, and Jim was barely able to open his eyes, glued together from the deep sleep. He couldn't even make out that he was not in his own bed, nor his bedroom, the pleasurable coursings too distracting. The only thing Jim was halfway able to make out, was the brunette head of hair that lay sprawled across his lap.

He groaned out, letting, who he had only imagined to be Melinda, know that she had succeeded in waking him up. "Mmmmmm, oooooohh." He plopped his head back upon the pillow and let his body succumb to the pleasures being administered to it!

In no time he was gently rocking his hips upwards, filling the mouth that was hungrily suctioning for her early morning breakfast treat. The repitions became quicker and more intense as Jim began humping with urgency, finally grunting and groaning out as his seed exploded into the willing mouth, eagerly swallowing every last bit, he had to offer.

She was still lapping at his semi deflated dick, a cat lapping the cream from the bottle, as Jim finally managed to rub his eyes and clear the fog. He looked down and nearly jumped out of the bed, his heart racing and pounding so fast!

The confusion was flooding his mind as he tried to sort through past events, trying to figure out, who what, when, where, and all those other stupid questions. And as it came back to him, in waves of flashbacks, so did the guilt!

Jim apologized profusely to the starlet from the movie, barely remembering her name. He told her he had to get going, lying that he had to get back to the firehouse. He thanked her politely for a wonderful evening and got out of bed, quickly dressed and scurried out of the room. He found his car and hurried on home, trying to figure out how he'd explain to Melinda about being out all night.

He thought he had a pretty good explanation, recalling the message he left about the fire and all. He'd just reaffirm that, and make up a story about it being a crazy night going from one call to the next.

He pulled onto the familiar street, empty, save for an old Plymouth turning the corner off the street in the distance. He parked the car and got out, seeing Mrs. Somerset on her porch knitting. Jim nodded, greeted her, and turned to walk into his house. He stopped halfway when he heard the elderly lady call out his name. He turned and saw a worried look on her face, as she waved him to come over.

Jim dropped his duffel bag on the front porch, then turned and went across the street to talk with Mrs. Somerset, to find out what it was that was troubling her ...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda didn't like the loss of control to James. He had abused and used her. He had cruelly exploited her while he tortured her. Her body was aching and she was suffering from the pain and a crazy weird arousal. All she could do was howl, moan and cry. It seemed as if her words had fallen on deaf ears between James' continued demands and the vacuum. She wanted to blame Candy for the mess but she had been the one to call him and to invite him over for the demonstration. She wondered if she had brought the mess onto herself.

Maybe this is my fault.... I teased him with the outfit... I tried to seduce him... I wanted a free vacuum.... Oh God Melinda mentally lamented.

James was looking at her as if he was her king, lord and master and she was a simple subject at his complete mercy and someone obliged to do his bidding. With all his terms and conditions she felt like an indentured servant or even a slave.

I'll figure a way out of this.... I'll... I'll get even... Melinda thought to herself as she waited for the ordeal to end. She hoped he'd free her and fuck her and then get the hell out of house. He'd be back but she'd worry about that later.

What am I doing? How do I get myself into these messes? Melinda mentally questioned herself.

James snapped her from her thoughts as he continued to dictate terms to Melinda:

"Every time we meet, no matter where, or when, you will beg me, just like you are now, to fuck you and give you my cock! I'll decide if I want to, but you'd better beg; otherwise, I'll torture your lovely body again!"

"Yes... yes... yes... anything" Melinda agreed in a desperate bid to end her humiliation and torture.

It was the clank of James' metal belt buckle hitting the floor that signaled to Melinda that James was satisfied with her assurances and ready to collect his fuck. There was no love coming but she expected a hard and fast fuck. James cock looked rock hard beneath his boxers and she knew he had gotten off on his little power trip over her.

Never would she have guessed that James had such a cruel and dark side. Sure she knew he liked to spank a little but today had taught her some new tricks and a whole lot of pain and humiliation. She had no idea how long it would take to recover from his abuse to her body.

"Ugh" Melinda grunted as James simply jammed his big thick cock into her small tight mouth.

Oh no ... But I can do this... I get him off and he goes... I can do it Melinda assured herself as she let him enjoy her hot wet delicious mouth.

"Ughh" Melinda grunted as he felt James shoving his cock in deeper and deeper while she frantically did her best to get him off as she sucked it, licked it, kissed it, and frenched the little tip. But despite her efforts to control the depth of his thrusts, he succeeded in forcing it deep into her throat and then rocked it back and forth until it went easier and easier until his balls slapped her lips and chin. They were hot and big and moved quicker as she did her very best to pleasure him.

Harder Melinda... Come on... He's jerking it... He's convulsing... He's pumping harder... He's grunting and groaning.... He loves it.... Come on James let it go.... Melinda thought secretly as she tried to keep her cool and get it over with.

James seemed to be in heaven as he forced Melinda to continue her efforts. He told her in a dark menacing voice:

"That's it! Suck it real good. Show me how much you want my cock. Make it nice and wet, nice and hard!"

Melinda turned up the heat and now made a show of gobbling his cock faster and harder in her mouth. He barely moaned as James now worked her aching elongated nipples as he pinching them and used them for his own support. His body was shaking and Melinda was expecting mouthfuls of his hot cum into her mouth and throat but then he pulled out suddenly.

"Ahhh" Melinda groaned realizing she had been so close to getting his rocks off. Her jaw now ached from her tremendous cock sucking efforts.

Melinda tried to follow James with her sad brown eyes as he circled the table, and then found a spot he liked and then he began rough penetration of her sore, steamy, inviting pussy.

"OOOOooo....uuuuuuahhhhh....aaaaaahhhh... It's so big.... It hurts" Melinda mumbled in a whispered voice as James simply took her pussy in a rough manner to his own full pleasure and satisfaction and he roughly worked her extended clit. There was no real joy for Melinda, but pain and more sexual stimulation. However, there was a great primal satisfaction that she was receiving a big cock that her body was so craving like a addict to their drug of choice. Though tied like an animal to a stake, she felt completely mentally submissive to James as he continued to ram his cock back and forth, deeper and deeper, until at his moment he grunted a few times and loaded her pussy with his seed.

I'm his bitch... AAAAA... Yesssss... a bitch... his pussy..... Melinda mentally moaned out the words as she fought off the urge to climax. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction though her body craved its own release.

Oh no.... Melinda thought as her throat released a rush of guttural animal like sounds as she thrashed onto Jame's cock and her love juices flowed down his shaft seconds after his release.

Oh God.... His cum is everywhere... Melinda realized as she could feel his cum slipping out from around his cock and dripping down her body. Her body was hot and sweaty and she was panting from the hard exertion. Then James pulled out his cock and a larger stream of cum now rushed from her as she fought to recover her senses.

She lay on the glass table exhausted.

There were several seconds of silence as Melinda tried to find herself. It then she re-opened her eyes. She hadn't remembered closing and then assumed she must have closed them when she was sucking James' cock. There was then the sound of a few soft footsteps and that shifting feet. It was the sound of the zipper to James' pants and then his packing of his demo material that signaled to Melinda that James was finally leaving.

It's over... Is he leaving the vacuum? Melinda's relief was replaced with panic as she now raised her head to look at James. He moved over to her, knelt beside her and then kissed her forehead. It was almost tender and was very confusing to her.

His words were still menacing as he whispered in a soft, soothing manner, in a tone of sarcasm and cynicism:

"We do have a deal now! Don't forget the details."

Melinda was nodding her head.

"Oh no" Melinda whispered as James reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera. There was the sound of a snap, and a bright flash and then seconds second a small photo popped out with the whining sound of a mechanical motor.

James seemed to shake it in the air as the picture pf the naked cum soaked Melinda slowly and magically appeared on the instant film.

James seemed very smug as he told Melinda:

"My insurance policy!"

Melinda shook her head since he didn't need a picture. She'd honour her end of the deal. Sure she wanted to get even but James was holding all the cards anyway. She couldn't tell Jim or call the cops. Even if she could she'd look stupid when she had to explain the little sexy outfit she had been wearing before James had raped her. How could she explain she had propositioned the man for a vacuum cleaner.

Melinda looked him with pleading eyes to be released from her bondage. James enjoyed the picture and the pathetic woman before him as he told her:

"Now ... I could leave you here tied up, so your hubby can come and find you, then you'd have a lot of explaining to do. Or, you can agree one final time, that you accept the deal!"

Melinda kept nodded her head to reaffirm her agreement. She was too tired and weak to talk and with the tears in her eyes her words would have been near unintelligible.

"Thank you... thank you" Melinda thanked James when he finally freed her. She rubbed her wrists and ankles to try to hide the rough marks from where the ropes had rubbed her flesh. They were sore too and she knew they be black and blue with bruises over the next few days.

As James left the front door, she was quick to run naked to the door and to quickly close it and lock it. It had been an adrenaline rush that had allowed her to move quickly. But now that the threat was gone, she could barely stand and so he lay on the ground and slowly worked her muscles and tried to massage her wrists and ankles to restore circulation.

Melinda had no idea that Jim was on his way home and was only a minute or so away. Her first instinct was to grab her clothes and hurry into the upstairs bathroom for a long soothing bath. It took all of her concentration to simply climb up the stairs her body ached in several places and she dripped love juices onto the dark carpet.

Upon reaching the upstairs bathroom, she tossed her lingerie and wig into a corner, and then sat in the tub as she worked the faucets. It didn't matter how cold the water was, it was a relief as it splashed against her overheated body and began to wash away James' cum.

"Ohhh" Melinda moaned as the water now slowly warmed up and she continued to mix the water until it was nice and hot, but not scalding. She added two capfuls of bath bubble mix and leaned back into the water which now swirled around her aching body.

"I can't believe this" Melinda spoke aloud to herself. She never heard the front door open or close due to the pounding of the water as it crashed into the bathtub and around her.

She let the bathtub fill to three quarters and simply lay in the tub. The hot soapy water was a relief to her muscles and the corresponding aches and pain. After several moments of blissful relief, she used a bath sponge and body wash to began the delicate process of washing herself completely from head to toe.

The bubbles were everywhere around her and hid most of her body. She couldn't believe what James had done to her body.

"Bastard!" Melinda hissed unaware that Jim was back.

As she lay in the bathtub she felt a resurgence of her arousal as she thought back to the fucking and the sadistic manipulation of her mouth, nipples and clt. She rubbed her fingers across her elongated sore sensitive nipples and it sent a twinge through her body. It hurt like hell but there was a marvelous twitching deep within her very essence. Melinda couldn't explain it to herself. It could have been the hot wonderful water splashing around her, or her vivid recollection of James and what he had done to her, or it could have been Candy's influence but Melinda felt the need to touch herself all over.

With a smile on her face, she turned off the faucets, picked up the back brush and a handful of body wash. She lubricated the handle for the brush and then lay back in the tub as the water washed around her. Though it hurt she spread her legs over the sides of the tub and inserted the tip of the handle into her sweet swollen pussy.

"Ugh... Ughh... yeah...ughhh...ugghh...yaaaaa" Melinda moaned in a soft voice as she began to slid the brush's handle back and forth into her pussy. The pressure of the water and the gradual increase in the tempo brought Melinda to greater and greater heights of pleasure. With one hand she worked the brush's handle and with the other hand she teased her nipples one at a time.

"Oooooo.... yaaaaaa..... Oooooo....yaaaaa.....Ooooooo..... yaaaaaa" Melinda moaned out unaware that Jim had ascended the stairs and could hear her from outside the bathroom door.

 

[little_golden]

Ms. Somerset Reports To Jim

Ms. Somerset had been rocking for a good while when Mr. Gordon pulled up in the lane way. She had always thought that Jim was such a nice man. She was impressed he worked with the fire department and was so good at saving lives and helping people. However, she thought that his wife was a little weird as his wife Melinda seemed to talk to herself all the time.

That Melinda is a weird one... Probably on drugs or something... Maybe over medicated.... On the outside so prim and pretty... But probably a real slut on the inside.... Ms. Somerset secretly thought.

"Mr... Mr. Gordon ... Mr. Gordon!" the old lady called out to him as he finished parking his car but before he was able to start walking up to his door.

"Ahhh... Mr. Gordon... Over here...." Ms. Somerset waved at Jim as she called him over with a concerned look on her old worn face. She continued to rock in her chair back and forth - back and forth - over and over again.

When Jim was over to her porch and close enough for a private chat she dropped her voice as she told Jim:

"I don't know how to tell you this... It may be nothing... and you're such a nice man... Well I thought I should tell you... But I'm not leaping to any conclusions you understand ... But ... well you see... well to put it bluntly - your house has had a lot of male traffic this morning" the old lady rattled on and on.

She looked at Jim's reaction and he seemed so calm or maybe confused about the whole thing.

He's going to think I'm just a nosy neighbour.... Or maybe that I'm crazy... But I'm sure she's fooling around on him... He's in love and probably blind to it Ms. Somerset thought as she mentally formulated how she was going to explain things to Jim.

"But... but I thought you should know that when I woke up this morning I saw a man coming from your house.... I think it was one of merchants from main street in town.... But I don't know for sure... You know I've seen him in town ... But I've never been in his store..... He's an older fellow... He's got a strange shop a bit off an alleyway off the nice section of the shopping area.... You know he sure seemed happy.... I didn't see or hear him arrive this morning" Ms. Somerset continued her report to Jim. She was trying to drop the hint that maybe this man had spent the night but she didn't quite say that. She wanted Jim to put two and two together.

"It was pretty weird... I'm not 100% sure.. But when I next looked over.... I saw a woman.... I think your wife... I think she was in a sexy black nightie or something skimpy but with a blonde wig on.... A painter fellow did his rounds in the area looking for business and she spent a long time chatting with him at your door.... It seemed mighty peculiar to me ... He too seemed happy to see her and she just kind of stood in the doorway... Maybe your wife has a friend visiting or something... But it seemed awful sassy to be just standing in the doorway with next to nothing on... In my time ladies didn't do that sort of thing Mr. Gordon" Ms. Somerset went on and on. She was trying to study Jim's face for a reaction but he just seemed to smile as if humoring her delusion.

"Then not even 5 minutes later, when I thought things were over, another man parked at your house and went in. This man was well dressed and well groomed.... This man had a big duffel bag - like the army type and I think some machine or something.... He spent an hour or so at your house and then left with the biggest smile on his face that I ever saw... It seems mighty strange to me that these men are so happy after visiting your place when you're not even home" Ms. Somerset concluded her tale. She wanted to shake Jim to get his blood pumping and to see some fire in his eyes. But he just listened politely and patiently.

"I'm not drawing any conclusions... and I don't want to cause you two any problems....But it seems a little weirder than even usual for your house" Ms. Somerset concluded.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon ... Malcolm Johnson

Jim Gordon was astonished and confused. The elderly lady across the street must be going insane, he was sure. Senility was common among the elderly spinsters, and he was sure Mrs. Somerset was going insane. Surely she must be seeing things, because there was no way Melinda would be having an affair. There was no way she'd be brazen, nor stupid enough to flaunt a bevy of men in and out of the house so brazenly that the neighbors could see it all!

There was just no way Melinda, his Melinda, his wife, would ... could ... be cheating on him!

But wait!

He had just cheated on her! He had just spent the night in bed with a porn starlet, whom he hardly even knew.

And why?

He had done it because Melinda had been ignoring him all week. She hadn't been around. She hadn't cooked! She had left him! Could that be the reason? Then the whole episode of the incident at the firehouse came flashing back into his mind, how he had dismissed her when she came to try and surprise him! Was this her way of getting even? They had never talked about it!

His head was spinning! He couldn't think straight! There had to be a reasonable explanation for everything! There just had to be! Nothing was making sense any more, and Jim gre suddenly very weak. His heart was caught in his throat, and his stomach felt as if it would explode.

"Oooooh, thank you for your concern. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation." He lied to her and he lied to himself as he bid the elderly spinster goodbye, and wished her well, thanking her for keeping an eye on his house.

Each step he took across the street back to his house felt as if he were entering a stranger's house, a haunted house, definitely not his home. Each trepid step grew harder and harder to take. Jim wasn't sure what he would find inside, nor who he'd find. If the old spinster was right, there just might be another man in the house right this very moment.

His hand seemed glued to the door handle, almost afraid to open it when he finally did. He wasn't sure whether he should be relieved or upset that Melinda wasn't about to greet him. He quietly placed his duffel bag at the door and tiptoed past the foyer, peeking around the corner into the living room.

Melinda wasn't in there, and if he had looked carefully, he would have noticed that the glass top of the coffee table was still smeared with the evidence of Melinda's latest indiscretion. Neither did he notice the industrial vacuum cleaner in the corner. He was more concerned, trying to find his wife.

Each step Jim took walking through the house, he grew more and more angered, letting Mrs. somerset's words fuel a burning fire in the pit of his stomach. Every time his foot hit the floor, it made more and more sense. All the strange events, all the strange behavior, could only mean one thing. Melinda was cheating on him. And by the time he began climbing the steps to the second floor, his rage was nearly uncontrollable.

Jim was so engrossed with the fire from within, that he did not even notice the blackness surrounding him. The evil haunting that fueled off his anger was growing more intense ganing strength with each step that he climbed. Jim was so blinded by his rage, that he never even noticed the presence of Malcolm Johnson in the house. Of course, Jim didn't have the powers that Melinda had, nor would he have known what to do, or what was going on if he had seen Malcolm's ghost. But in any event, Malcolm fed off of Jim's rage.

By the time Jim had reached the second floor, Malcolm was at full strength once again. He had no problem invading Jim's body, even though he was awake ...

Malcolm was irate also. It had been a whole week that had passed, and this bitch had done nothing to solve his murder, rather jumping around from bed to bed, getting her holes fucked like some two bit whore, reminding him of none other than Candy! And that only made him even more pissed.

He stormed into the empty bedroom, the scene as he had left it, messed, cluttered, and unkempt! The bitch had done nothing, but screw around all day long again! The anger grew to such a point that there was only one thing he could think of doing to resolve the situation. Hearing Melinda in the bathroom, he pressed his ear to the door. The sounds were unmistakable, and for all he knew, Melinda/Candy was in there getting screwed by some other man!

The sounds of an orgasm was too much for him to bear any more, and he stormed through the door, nearly breaking the door down as he did so. The sight of her naked body in the bath, which would have normally excited him, did nothing for him, especially finding her clutching onto the bathbrush as she apparently was still shuddering through her climax.

"What the FUCK!"

He reached into the tub and yanked Melinda out of the tub, and dragged her dripping wet body unceremoniously to the bedroom, throwing her face down onto the mattress. "FUCKING BITCH," he screamed as he kicked her legs apart, stepping between them as he dropped his trousers and freed his long, thick, black cock. "You wanna fuck around, and you don't fuck me? Well now I'm taking what's mine! Your ass belongs to me, and I'm taking it!" Malcolm then proceeded to roughly do just that. He began fucking Melinda's sweet ass, without any foreplay, making it quite painful, but making sure she'd remember it!

He rammed it in hard and fast, screaming obscenities the entire time, only interrupting his tirade with brutal smacks to her ass. He had been fucking her for nearly thirty minutes without any regard to her well being, merely seeking to punish her and relieve his anger. And then he came! It was a thunderous orgasm, his seed cumming out like he hadn't had sex in ten years, flooding her bowels.

He disengaged from the whimpering rag doll, flipped over and lay back on the bed. As Jim's body lay there, Malcolm's ghost slowly emerged from Jim's body, leaving him in an unconscious state. Malcolm stared evilly at Melinda as his form dispersed in the haze. The black cloud surrounding the room had also thinned out leaving just the two remaining there.

Jim lay there as if he were asleep, totally unaware of what had just happened, though Melinda still whimpered at the side of the bed, reeling from what had just happened. Malcolm assured her he'd be back to visit before finally leaving the house entirely...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda went from a quiet secret moment of masturbation bliss in the hot steaming tub of water in her bathroom to a horrendous nightmarish experience of forced anal sex. She had no idea that her neighbour Ms. Somerset had suggesting to Jim that just maybe Melinda had been fooling around on him. Neither had she any idea at first that the spirit of Malcolm had taken over Jim's body.

Even as Jim appeared before her and began to roughly drag her up and out of the tub, as she dripped water everywhere, Melinda could feel a dark evil presence surrounding her. Jim's normal eyes were instead a charcoal black colour, and his expression was anger, fury and rage all mixed together. Melinda had no ability to explain these intense feelings that invaded her peace and tranquility.

"Jim... Jim... What you doing?...." Melinda protested. Jim was never rough with her. It was against his very nature, yet, here he was in a rage. At first she wondered if he was made to have caught her masturbating in the tub. But she knew very quickly as she saw Jim's body that there was some gray presence weaving around his head and body. It had a ghostly presence but Melinda knew it wasn't the same presence as Candy. This spirit was very angry and Melinda wanted to flee the house but couldn't escape its strong grasp of her body as she tried to resist.

"Ouch... Jim... Please" Melinda whined as Jim (Malcolm) dropped her onto their big bed naked and face first. Her hair was still very wet. Her sore extended nipples rubbed cruelly against the sheets causing a double ripple of sadistic pain to run through her body. She had a terrified look on her face as she tried to turn around but though she could turn her neck she couldn't turn her body. In Jim's face she was sure she saw hatred and a burning uncontrollable rage.

"Jim... Jim... Your scaring me" Melinda cried out as she fought back the urge to cry like a baby.

The words from Jim's voice were dripping with a hateful and poisonous venom as he yelled out at her:

"FUCKING BITCH!"

"Ouchhhh!" Melinda screamed out as Jim (Malcolm) angrily kicked her legs apart to expose her fully and to facilitate his assault. She stopped resisting knowing full well that she's be beaten senseless. Looking sideways, she could see in a dresser mirror Jim dropping his trousers, and then feeding a long, thick, black cock into her asshole.

I knew it wasn't really Jim... He's possessed.... Oh Gold that a big black cock... It's Malcolm.... It has to be...

Malcolm raged aloud as he fumbled with her big black poker against Melinda's innocent asshole:

"You wanna fuck around, and you don't fuck me? Well now I'm taking what's mine! Your ass belongs to me, and I'm taking it!"

"No... no... please no" Melinda begged but her protests and pleadings fell on deaf ears. He just rammed the big black prick into her and kept plugging away, deeper and deeper, as he explored everywhere he could. There was no pleasure for Melinda. She cried non-stop as he went on and on, with his own agenda as he roughly fucked her ass.

It seemed as if time stood still for Melinda as it went on and on. The most vicious and hurtful words were uttered by Malcolm half seemed to be directed at her and half at Candy. A dozen or so times she cringed and screamed out as he brutally smacked her soft sweet ass over and over. It was red an and burning as he continued to teach Melinda a lesson for being "such a bitch" and "such a slut".

Then she heard several loud grunts from Jim's throat, and then a thunderous orgasm, and Melinda for the first time in her relationship with Jim, felt what seemed like a gallon of hot cum explode within her ass. When he pulled out that thick monster black cock, Melinda felt a rush from her ass and knew he was finished. The tick evil cloud that pervaded their bedroom was beginning to dissipate

Melinda rolled over to see Jim/Malcolm backing away from her. As Malcolm separated from Jim's body, Jim simply fell into the bed face forward in an unconscious exhausted state. Meanwhile Malcolm just stood there grinning at her with his big white and a smug look of satisfaction on his face.

"Why?' Melinda whispered at Malcolm but he didn't respond.

"I'll be back bitch.... Next time..." Malcolm threatened but his presence was fading and Melinda missed his last words. Jim stirred in bed beside her. She wiped her eyes and tried to figure out what to do next. The room stank of sex and shit. Melinda closed her eyes to think but instead of thinking she quickly sank into a deep sleep.

*************

Candy was laughing as she materialized just as Melinda's eyes closed in exhaustion. She had been a secret and not so secret part of this messing up of Ms. Goody-Goody's life. Candy had been there planting ideas inside old Ms. Somerset's head. The old lady couldn't see or hear Candy but she was still susceptible to Candy's ghostly influence.

The unexpected arrival of Malcolm had added an unexpected twist to the whole mess. She had hoped to trigger a reaction between Jim and Melinda. She hadn't expected Jim to call out Melinda but hoped it start to create some doubt and negative energy in the household that would only serve to weaken Melinda and charge up Candy. Jim could now be manipulated given his new doubts and his own misdeeds. She could feel Jim's guilt though she didn't know the cause for it.

As Melinda slept, Candy pushed back the covers over Melinda. She was naked and stank like an old whore. Candy grinned as she could see a cum spot in the bed under Melinda.

"You're such a natural whore.... You loved it all.... It arouses you.... " Candy spoke softly into Melinda's ear.

Candy couldn't resist rubbing her ghostly hand across Melinda's nipples. They were so big, swollen, and unnaturally extended.

"Your nipples are so big.... Like handholds.... and so sensitive... There are going to stay so big and so ultra sensitive too... Your a freak of love... " laughed Candy as he worked her ghostly powers on Melinda's sore sensitive nipples.

Candy moved over to Jim and whispered in his ear as she tried to influence his dreams and subconscious thinking:

"Look what you did Jim.... Oh the guilt.... Didn't you promise to keep her safe.... Looks like you lost control Jim.... Poor innocent Melinda... She's a mess ... Look at her Jim.... She'll be black and blue all over... From your abuse....."

Candy knew a lot of the aches and pains Melinda would be feeling were the joint and equal responsibility of Jim and James, but she simply let Jim think they were all his doing.

Candy floated through a wall and left Jim and Melinda alone.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim had fallen unconscious after he brutally raped his lovely wife. In his semi-catatonic state, he slept soundly and dreamed. He dreamt of everything ...

Jim was with Melinda in their new home, shortly after their marriage. He was laying naked under the covers of their darkened bedroom, she standing in the bathroom doorway, illuminated by the light coming from behind her. Her white lingerie set against her pale white flesh was silhouetted against the doorway. Her long brunette hair hung lavishly down her back as she strolled towards the bed. She crawled under the covers, and then began the sensual exploration of her body in the dark.

Each piece of clothing was stripped off until she was completely naked. As if by magic, the bedroom was brightly illuminated, bright white lights mingled with sunlight, as Jim mounted her and began sliding his hard cock in and out of her slick pussy, wet with her moisture. His mouth immediately found her hard nipples and suckled on them fiercely, tugging on them, raking his teeth over the elongated flesh. His hips rocked feverishly as his impending climax was reaching its peak. He could hold back no longer, the friction and tension of her sweet pussy gripping his cock, too unbearable to withstand. He announced his glorious release, relinquishing his attack of her nipples, to look into her face, her eyes.

But it was not Melinda! No! It was a beautiful, quite busty, black haired raven, with deep curves who stared back up at him with adoring eyes, hungry eyes, encouraging him on. She was a porn star, he recognized from before, taking every bit of his manly seed, cooing and singing in delight as her pussy milked every bit of semen from his balls. Despite the shock and confusion, he kept pumping away into the shaved sex of the performer, taking great delight in the feel of her flooded canal. As if that wasn't enough, she disengaged herself from him and eagerly stuffed his wilting shaft into her mouth and suckled him clean. His hands wove into her hair, only encouraging her further, feeling his hardness grow once again. While the lovely starlet was giving him glorious oral loving, he looked up and saw her blonde haired counterpart, looking on with rapt interest, her blonde curls draping down as she played with her breasts and toyed with her exposed clit, masturbating herself to an orgasm, right before him. Though he didn't cum, he was quite hard once again.

He got out of bed and moved towards the blonde starlet, ready to enjoy her pleasures. When he reached her, her image dissipated before his very eyes, and he wondered with confusion. It was the cries he heard behind him that brought his confusion to an end. Looking back to the bed, his eyes were riveted to the scene unfolding there before him. There on the bed, where he and the porn star just fucked, Melinda lay face down upon the mattress. Behind her stood an enormous giant, his ebony skin in stark contrast to her pale white features. His giant cock swung proudly, as Jim stared in awe, its thickness, almost the size of his wrist, the length, clearly much longer than his own. Despite Melinda's pleas for mercy, Jim's feet were glued in place, unable to move from his location, forced to watch as Melinda's anal rape ensued.

Jim continued to watch, unable to scream, or utter a single sound. As the big, black cock disappeared between her lily white cheeks, Jim could feel his cock twitching uncontrollably, a certain lewd excitement warming his body as he watched his wife being taken by another. His own hand, on its own wrapped around the twitching member, warming it in his palm as he stroked along his own length. When the brute of a man reached around and pulled viciously on Melinda's nipples, pulling them painfully, Jim squeezed tighter around his own cock, finding excitement in the act. Each slap the big man applied to Melinda's ass, caused an electrical jolt to flow through Jim's veins, pushing him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Jim's hand was matching the abuser's hips, stroke for stroke, watching as he buried the full shaft into her ass. His derisive words, his verbal assault onto Melinda only served to fuel his own excitement. Then, in conjunction with the rapist, at the same moment he screamed, indicating his release, Jim, too, also came, his cum arcing in comet-like streams from his twitching cock, flying through the air, landing in a large puddle on the floor at his feet. Jim's body shuddered with the tremors and glow of such a powerful climax.

Jim's eyes shot open in disbelief! The dream seemed so real! His body still shook from the powerful experience, every detail remaining crystal clear in his, now, awake mind. His eyes quickly darted around the room, trying to calculate where he was, and whether he was still dreaming? He looked to his left and saw Melinda, sound asleep, her abused body laying in open display for his eyes to view. Her elongated nipples, discolored features, all there for him to witness. A sudden sense of confusion and guilt filled and overflowed throughout his body, still not quite aware of what was going on. But what had really caught his attention, was the huge amount of wetness, sticky wetness that surrounded his very own crotch. Looking down, he saw the obvious stain of his sleeping ejaculation!

"Look what you did Jim.... Oh the guilt.... Didn't you promise to keep her safe.... Looks like you lost control Jim.... Poor innocent Melinda... She's a mess ... Look at her Jim.... She'll be black and blue all over... From your abuse....."

The voice echoed in his head. Was it his conscience? Was it something else? It didn't matter. It was true! Jim was riddled with such an array of mixed feelings that he found it impossible to think straight. Quietly and efficiently, Jim wiped himself clean with the sheets wrapped about him, and slipped from the bed. He slipped on a fresh set of clothes and tiptoed out of the room, unable to face Melinda at this moment. He needed time to sort out his thoughts, sort out all the mixed feelings racing through him.

Reaching the kitchen, he opened the cabinets and spotted the bottle of whiskey. There was very little left in the bottle, recently used at a holiday gathering. It called out to him and begged for his hand around its neck. He wasted the bottle in short time, still unable to solve his problems. The cabinets were now void of any suitable replacement, so Jim grabbed a jacket and headed in search of some solace in the form of a local bar about halfway between his house and the firehouse. It was actually a small restaurant, that was nearly empty on this late Sunday afternoon. Jim sat at the bar and proceeded to drink himself into a drunken stupor, well into the night. Jim continued to drink assuring the bartender he was not driving, actually emptying his pockets to show him, he didn't even have housekeys on him.

By the time the establishment was ready to close, Jim could barely stand straight. Exiting onto the street, Jim found it easier to stumble towards the firehouse, than make his way back home. He still couldn't face Melinda, too ashamed of his infidelity, ashamed of the excitement he felt watching his wife being raped by another. He stumbled into the station, lying about a party he had attended, and crawled to the sleeping quarters in an effort to sleep off his drunkeness before his next week of overnight shifts was to begin anew.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Gets A Boob Job

It was a deep sleep that engulfed Melinda Gordon. She was completely and utterly exhausted. Her mind floated aimlessly in a cloud of colour and strange images that danced in her head. At times snippets of conversations with her mother and grandmother played before her eyes. Each of these were warnings of the dangers associated with her special gift of seeing and talking to the dead.

The sleep and rest was badly needed. Her body was trying to recover from the hard use and abuse of the men in Melinda's sexual life. She must have slept all afternoon and night. For it was the phone on Monday morning that woke her up.

"Ring... Ring... Ring" the voice shattered her deep sleep.

"Yes... Melinda Gordon... " she answered as she grabbed the white cordless phone off its platform.

"Ms. Gordon... I'm calling to remind you of your appointment with Dr. Egans at 10:00 AM this morning" the soft young female voice of a receptionist explained.

"Ummm... Ummm... What appointment?" Melinda asked as she tried to focus her brain on what the caller was telling her. She didn't remember booking an appointment.

"You know the consultation session... You were booked for the first cancellation" the receptionist explained.

"Who booked it?" Melinda asked in confusion as she tried to get to the bottom of the mess.

"Well... Your agent of course.... It was a priority booking.... He paid a premium to get you in to see Dr. Egans... I guess you have a movie coming up or something... We charge for the session whether you show up or not... " the receptionist explained in an apologetic voice.

"Well.. okay then... Yes... I'll be there" Melinda now assured the caller. She then listened as she received the directions to the medical office located about 30 minutes from town.

It was only after she hung up that she realized that she had no idea of the doctor's specialty or purpose of the consultation. She phoned Bill at the store but the clerk explained that Bill was out with a supplier and wasn't expected back for hours. She vaguely remembered Bill saying something about her contract and a new person coming on the scene but it was all hazy and she didn't have a contact number anyway.

"Okay... okay... I'll do it" Melinda announced aloud as she scurried out of the warm bed.

"Oh no... Nine o'clock... already.... Jim's already gone to work.. I need to get moving" Melinda spoke aloud to herself as she quickly dressed into a pair jeans and a plain t-shirt. She rushed about the house doing a quick clean of bathroom, the living room and the bedroom trying to hide any evidence of her rendez-vous with James. She had no idea whether Jim had found her lingerie that had been hidden in the bathroom.

At 9:15 AM Melinda rushed into the bathroom and took a hot shower. It had a rejuvenating effect though her body still ached in a dozen places. There was a slight limp to her walk. After the shower Melinda took took codeine tablets to ward off the pain. It deadened her senses but also slowed her mental alertness.

In a near panic state, Melinda fixed her lovely brown hair, make-up, and dressed up in a professional looking black and white summer dress. It was long and flowing and effectively hid large portions of her body. Despite wearing a bra, her nipples poked hard at the fabric and seemed huge, erect and ungainly. She had no time to do anything about it so she slipped into a pair of black high heels and raced downstairs.

Skipping breakfast she exited the house and rushed to her car which she drove towards the next small city at 10 mph over the speed limit. She didn't have time to think. Her brain recalled her previous encounters with Jim, well Malcolm, and with James. They had been so demanding, yet, her body had responded so fully and completely. Despite the pain they inflicted her body had been awash in the awesome pleasure of raw raunchy sex though she was sure she could do without the pain. It was confusing and disturbing. Melinda wondered if she was in fact some sort of sexual deviant.

"Oh.. I have to phone the store" Melinda spoke aloud as she turned onto the highway while rummaging through her purse for the small pink cell phone. She speed dialed the store and explained to her friend that she'd be late and had forgotten a medical appointment. She downplayed it but promised to be in as soon as possible.

There was lots of free parking at the medical offices and when she ascended the elevator, she took in what a beautiful medical building it actually was with all its polished metal and glass. Exiting the elevator at the 6th floor, she raced to suite 601 and there a receptionist led her to a large waiting room and handed her a cup of gourmet coffee.

"Oh... I'm Melinda," Melinda explained to the receptionist, "and I have an appoint with Dr Egans for 10 AM."

"Yes.. You're just on time... We'll have to get you prepped and into the examination room.. the doctor is a little rushed and is running late" the receptionist explained as she assisted Melinda into a side door and quickly passed her onto a nurse. The nurse in turn took her to a smaller room, where they handed her a pink hospital like garment that tied in the back.

"Ummm... Do I really need this?" Melinda started to ask but the nurse had already taken off. Feeling a little stupid but assuming the nurse knew what she was doing, Melinda closed the door, found a little bathroom attached to the room, and then slipped off her clothes and returned to the examination room.

Several minutes went by, and a different nurse came in, and working quickly but silently the nurse checked her blood pressure and other vital signs.

"Everything is good.... We'll proceed... Just lie back on the bed... and relax" the nurse spoke in a firm voice. She quickly thumbed through the charts.

"Okay" Melinda replied as her submissive nature took hold. She took a step up onto the small hospital bed and lay back. She was glad to be on her back since it afforded her more privacy.

Dr. Egans was rushing about in a frantic state as he was covering both his own patient load plus that of his partner Dr. Bernier. Dr. Bernier's wife had gone into labour that morning and Dr. Egans had been forced to pick up a number of small surgeries and consultations.

"Who's next? What's next?" Dr. Egans asked the nurse as he walked down the hall towards the examination rooms.

"Ms. Gordon.... or Ms. Hardwood... I have her under both names... One of then is her acting name.... Breast augmentation .... another 'super size' them job" Nurse Green grinned as she told the doctor.

"Okay.. sedate her... then wheel her in to Day Surgery Room #2... She's next" Dr. Egans informed the nurse.

"Yes doctor" Nurse Green beamed.

The nurse returned to Melinda's side and began to inject Melinda with a long needle into her arm.

"What.. what is this?" Melinda asked. She assumed it was some kind of routine vaccination or something. But it was powerful as it hit her system. She felt light headed.

"Nothing to worry up.... When you wake up it will all be done... They'll be beautiful... Don't worry" Nurse Green assured Melinda.

The words didn't for Melinda at all. But the injection was taking its effect for she was feeling no pain and was now very sleepy and it was hard to stay awake or focused. She sensed she was being moved though the faces in the hallway were fuzzy.

Melinda could hear a male voice announce:

"Okay Doctor... I'll put the mask on her... She'll be completely out in 5 seconds... 5...4......

Melinda didn't remember hearing the 3, 2 or 1.

Dr. Egans worked at a feverish pitch. He was best 'boob expert' in the business and had worked on many stars in his lifetime. He enjoyed his work and the perks it offered him. He was doing a favour for this patient's agent and knew it would be a favour he'd call in down the road.

He looked at the charts, opened up Melinda's gown, drew a few lines, and started his surgery. It was all routine. He eyes went wide as he examined her big extended nipples. Now he understood the rush to do the work. With great skill he sliced her nipple, slipped in the first implant and then filled it with the saline solution. He repeated the process with a second implant and then reattached her nipple with micro stitches. The whole process he repeated a second time and successfully installed two implants to her left breast.

Dr. Egans was pleased with the job, but there was just something strange with Melinda's nipples. The tips were so damn hard yet the flesh behind them seemed soft and almost flabby. In a quick instant, he made a decision to add support to the back of the nipples and to stretch the bottom to effectively stretch the areolas.

"Big cannons like that.. Well they need a little more to look more real and natural... This job is so good.. No one will even know she had surgery" Dr. Egans told the nurse.

It was several hours later when Melinda awoke. Her breasts were sore and she assumed it was due to the wearing off of the codeine tablets she had taken before the appointment. She opened her eyes to see the nurse. The nurse was explained that everything was a success. She could go home.

"You're breasts will be sore for up to two weeks but normally less. The doctor has supplied you with some creams and medication. You fell asleep but everything is fine... You can get dressed and go home" Nurse Green patiently explained.

Melinda's head was still foggy but she was eager to get home and raced to the little bathroom to change back into her summer dress. Her bra didn't seen to fit right as it was way too tight. She stuffed it into her purse in a confused manner. The lovely summer dress now seemed to cling unnaturally at the breast area. Also it now pulled up above her knee. Melinda didn't bother to look in the mirror to see her new breasts. She didn't even realize that she had "new" breasts that were so much bigger than before and would certainly draw more attention to her.

Grabbing her purse Melinda rushed from the examination room where she had been recovering and hurried through the waiting area. Looking at her watch she realized it was late afternoon and she knew she needed to get home. As she descended the elevator with a messenger delivery guy she couldn't help realize that the guy kept eying her up and down. She rolled her eyes wishing the guy was so obvious about his flirting. When the door opened at the main floor he gallantly let her out first and as she reached halfway through the lobby a different man let out a soft whistle as she walked by.

Ignoring him, Melinda raced across the parking lot...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bil Smith

Bill had arranged for Melinda's cosmetic surgery. It was supposed to be with Dr. Doomers, but he was on vacation, and his firm referred Bill to Dr. Egans, whom Bill had known of also, so he trusted his work. When Bill called, Ethan Egans, a patron of the store, assured him he'd find a spot for Melinda. Sure enough, Bill was informed that they had an opening and Melinda was already en route for her surgery.

Bill did his best to finish up his errands before Melinda was out of surgery, but was unable to make it due to the heavy Monday traffic. However, as he was pulling into the parking lot, he was rewarded with the most magificent view he could have imagined. Melinda was scurrying out of the building, and across the parking lot, her large, new breasts bouncing freely within the tight confines of her formerly conservative dress.

Bill pulled his car directly into her path, almost making her slam into it as she came to a stop. She was breathing heavily, her melon sized breasts rising and falling in front of his very eyes. Her expanded size offered Bill an increased amount of cleavage and flesh to gaze upon. He stared and salivated as Melinda leaned over, resting her arms on the side of his car, innocently giving him a clear view of the deep gorge between her mountains.

"My, my, he does do good work! I'm going to owe him big time, for this favor." Bill licked his lips, wondering how he was going to be able to see the work first hand.

"How you getting home?" Bill asked, only to find out, Melinda was planning on driving home. "Nonsense," Bill blurted. "Your never supposed to drive after surgery, no matter how minor it is ... Get in!"

Melinda had protested, but Bill refused to allow his starlet to drive anywhere. He'd take her home. Melinda objected, saying Jim might be at the house, to which Bill responded that he had just seen Jim at the firehouse, and it didn't look like he'd be home anytime soon! Melinda finally relented and let Bill drive her home. She did seem a bit woozy, and she complained about the pain, never seemingly realizing how different she really was. Bill certainly noticed!

They weren't grossly large on her petite frame, but they were demonstratively larger, rounder, firmer, and her nipples, quite pointed! It looked like she was bearing two large honeydew melons, delicious melons at that!

They pulled up to the house and Bill scurried around to help Melinda adjust to the new weight, supporting her drowsy state into the house, telling her that she was lucky he was there, because she was in no shape to drive. Bill helped her up, the now familiar steps, into her bedroom and sat her at the edge of the bed. He fetched her a glass of water and handed her a sedative, helping her to sleep off the initial pain.

In her nearly knocked out state, Bill had no problem convincing Melinda out of her dress, helping her to lie naked upon her back, only her panties, keeping her modesty. Bill stayed with her, and when she had passed out, he fetched the cream and ointment and took the liberty of applying it himself.

It was then, that Bill closely inspected, and thoroughly enjoyed the good doctor's work! The scars were minimal and under the weight of the breasts. With the proper application of the cream and ointments, the scars would be nearly indiscernible by the end of the week. That, of course meant, that Melinda couldn't do any appearances, per se. So Bill would have to come up with some creative marketing ideas to promote his film, before she was wholly turned over to Benny's marketing department. There was still money to be made, and he wanted as much of it as he could get.

He rubbed the cream generously over the rounded flesh, using both hands to encompass the circumference of her globes. The slick ointment glistened as he rubbed and rubbed, almost to excess. He toyed with her nipples and noted how stiff, and hard they were, never losing their rigidity as she slept. He wondered if they would always be hard and pointed, noticing how Melinda groaned, even in her sleep, as he played with the pointed peaks. That would definitely be something he'd have to look into when she was awake!

He had taken such a keen interest in her newly created breasts, circling his fingers around the enlarged areolas, seeing how it swelled under his touch, rather than puckered as before. Surely, the doctor knew what he was doing, because Melinda was turning into the perfect porn star. There was no doubt, Benny would rise her to national, and possibly world notariety. Bill wondered how Melinda would balance her private life once that happened? But he really didn't care. His objective was to keep his star, making him and Benny big bucks!

Bill had been playing on and off with Melinda's tits for quite some time, well into the evening, quite assured that Jim wasn't returning home any time soon. From what he had heard in gossip when he went by the firehouse, Jim would probably be sleeping at the firehouse for quite a while.

It was about six o'clock when the ringing phone broke the reverie, and woke Melinda from her sleep. Reflexively, she reached for the phone and picked it up, totally unaware of what had really transpired, and most definitely unaware that Bill was once again, in her bedroom.

It was Andrea, from the shop, wondering if Melinda could close up for the night. Andrea explained that she had to attend her son's school function, and could not stay. Bill listened to Melinda apologize profusely and agree to rush on down to the shop! She hung up the phone, and turned to Bill, apparently expecting to see Jim, and shrieked ....

 

[little_golden]

Pretty perky Melinda Gordon was hurrying across the parking lot towards her car when a car nearly ran her over. She was feeling light headed from the surgery and still didn't fully appreciate all that had happened with Dr. Egans.

"Hey jerk!" Melinda called out angrily.

The car's tire screeched and it came to a full stop. Suddenly Melinda felt a little unnerved and regretted calling the driver a jerk. She felt relief when Bill's head popped out of his window.

It was weird for Melinda as Bill seemed to take her in completely from head to toe and he was grinning like a kid with a big candy. She didn't realize he was admiring the full view of her melon sized breasts and the latest work Dr. Egans.

Melinda walked over to his window and leaned over, to rest her arms on the side of his car, and very innocently gave Bill a most excellent view of her new sweet melons.

"Bill? Is that you?" Melinda spoke like a dazed bimbo. Her brain was still foggy and confused.

Bill seemed delighted as he looked into her eyes and all over her breasts as he told Melinda:

"My, my, he does do good work! I'm going to owe him big time, for this favor."

"What? What do you mean?" Melinda asked but Bill only licked his lips which sent a spark of arousal between her legs and across her nipples. It wasn't that Bill was attractive or handsome but rather her body had become accustomed to Bill and her body knew that Bill was a regular between Melinda's legs and that he could give her such tremendous pleasure. Compared to James and Malcolm, Bill was a real sweetheart.

Bill seemed almost concerned as he asked Melinda:

"How you getting home?"

"I was just about to drive... " Melinda replied as she leaned in a little more and rested her new big boobs on the side of the window as she looked inside of Bill's car. He just seemed so darn happy that she wondered if he was drinking or was maybe a little high. But Melinda felt a little easier when she couldn't smell booze or dope.

Bill was direct and serious in his offer as he told her:

"Nonsense, your never supposed to drive after surgery, no matter how minor it is ... Get in!"

Melinda and Bill had politely argued about it for several minutes and Melinda had even considered calling a cab. But it was Bill's insistence not to leave her alone and her assurances that Jim was busily occupied at work.

What? Melinda thought to herself but her thought was broken as Bill opened the passenger door from the inside.

Well... okay... I am feeling a little light headed Melinda decided as she walked around the car and then through the passenger door. She sat on the seat beside Bill and her dress came up a little higher as she sat down. Her sexy legs were even more exposed to Bill's delight. Daintily Melinda then crossed her legs like the real lady everyone thought she was.

Ms. Somerset was watching from her window as the strange car pulled up in the Gordon's lane way. She watched curiously as Melinda and Bill got out of the car. It seemed very bizarre that the man from early the previous morning was helping her out of the car and towards her front door.

"By God Ms. Gordon is drunk!" Ms. Somerset announced to her cat Felix as she watched Melinda stumbled and then Bill escorting her to the front door.

"Now what... Does he leave or go in? She's drunk and it's not even supper time for descent folk.... Does the floozy let him in or not?" Ms. Somerset spoke again to her cat. He seemed to be listening to her.

Bill and Melinda disappeared into the house. Ms. Somerset was delighted. She'd have something more to report to that nice man Jim Gordon. Now she took up her own watch of the house and felt just like a private eye. She was on the case of a cheating wife.

"What a slut that woman is" Ms. Somerset told her cat as she stepped onto her porch for a better view. She sat down in her rocking chair and began her back and forth routine as she watched the front of the house. She wanted to go over and get a better look but she could hardly justify a visit. As she rocked she pondered excuses that might facilitate her prowling around the home of the Gordons or at least a knock on their front door or even a peek in their windows.

Melinda was glad of Bill's help into the house, up the stairs and into her sweet warm comfortable bed. She was tired and sore and some of the pain medication was wearing off. She eagerly took the glass of water and the small white pill Bill provided. She assumed it was a Tylenol for the pain but instead it was a very strong sedative.

"Oh Bill... Thank you for helping me home... I don't think I could have driven after all... I feel so tired now... Exhausted... I need to sleep" Melinda told him as her words trailed off and her eyes grew heavier and heavier.

She could feel Bill helping her slide to pull off her summer dress. It was just so tight today. Melinda had no idea she was now laying dressed only in a pair of panties across her bed asleep under Bill's smiling face. He was in heaven as the beautiful and now busty Melinda Gordon was sprawled shamelessly before him.

"She's all yours Bill... Go on Bill... She's so pretty... So stacked... So available... You deserve her... You're the one making her a star.... She's lucky to have you... It's your due right... So pretty and available... Take off her panties... You'd be doing her a favour by touching her and fucking her... Help her with the breast cream..." Candy whispered in Bill's ear. Although Bill couldn't see or hear Candy his cock was certainly becoming aroused and hot.

Melinda's new breasts sat like mountains on her petite body. They were most noticeable and Bill knew that the fans of Mysteria Hardwood would go crazy for them. He knew that men like their porn stars with big tits and now Melinda would add even more horny fans into her club. Bill smiled as he eyed her twin peaks which were so much larger, rounder, and firmer. They looked so real. Her nipples looked so damn pointy.

"Touch them Bill... Go on... That's it" Candy coached Bill.

"Ummm" Melinda muttered in her sleep when Bill applied the soothing lotion to her breasts. Though Melinda was asleep it had a soothing effect on her. Her nipples grew larger and harder as Bill's fingers explored across her breasts and big hard nipples. The more he explored the bigger and harder her nipples became. It seemed as they were were twice as long as before. Now Bill knew that not only had her breasts been enlarged but Dr. Egans and doubled the size of her nipples and surrounding flesh. She didn't have a pretty or dainty set of nipples anymore, but rather a much more full and larger set of nipples like from French peasant women from the 18th century with fourteen children.

Melinda hummed in pleasure as Bill continued to rub the soothing cream generously over the rounded flesh. He used both hands to now encompass her big boobs. He toyed with her new altered nipples and was astonished with just how stiff, and hard they had become under his touch.

Time drifted by as Melinda slept and Bill enjoyed the view.

"Riing...ring...ring" sounded the phone and Melinda jumped out of bed to answer it. Her big melons were swinging as she leaped for the cordless phone and answered though still dressed only in her panties.

"Hello..." Melinda spoke politely.

"Melinda... What happened... You didn't come back to the shop ... I got worried..." Andrea rambled on in a panicky voice.

"Oh I'm sorry... I went to the appointment.... They had do something... I took some medication... I must have fallen asleep... I'm sorry" Melinda spoke with great sincerity.

"I almost called Jim... and the police... You know I tried your cell phone but you didn't answer.... I waited .... Are you okay? You scared me half to death...."
Andrea blurted out.

"No... no... Everything is fine... I haven't been sleeping well lately... and with the medication... Well you know... I'm so sorry" Melinda re-explained and apologized to her friend.

As Andrea calmed down she asked:

"Do you want me to lock up? My son has a school function so I need to head out shortly."

"Umm... No ... I'll get down there... I have to get caught up some bills and stuff anyway... I'll leave the shop open ... There may be some evening traffic" Melinda replied as she now worried about inconveniencing Andrea all day.

"Okay... You lock up... and I'll be there in ten minutes.... Thanks... You the best Andrea.. Okay bye..." Melinda explained as she pressed the button to disconnect the cordless phone.

As Melinda turned back around she was stunned to see Bill sitting in chair beside her bed watching her intently. Melinda shrieked aloud, not in fear, but in shock to see Bill. As she looked at Bill, he was grinning like a cat as her new melon like boobs bounced about. Melinda took in the train of his eyes. She looked down and shrieked a second time - longer and louder.

"Oh.. my... oh..my... Oh... my....Oh my God!" Melinda rattled off as she quickly turned and faced a mirror.

"They... They're huge.... What... What did they do?.... And look at my nipples... Oh my God their jumbo sized... They must be like double Ds or something?" Melinda called out to Bill in an anxious and panicky voice.

"How do I hide them from Jim?... He's going to notice... Oh God the explaining I'll have to do... How do I hide them from my family and Andrea... Oh Bill what am I going to do and say?" Melinda confided in Bill.

It was then that anger swept over Melinda.

"Bill.... You and your buddies did this to me... I'll sue that doctor.... I can't believe he did this to me....Why.... " Melinda groaned out as she realized the mess she was in. She knew Bill could explain what was going on.

"and Bill... I have to get to the store right away.. I promised Andrea... My car... It's still at the medical clinic... Can you drop me off at the store?... Maybe you can pick up my car and drop it off behind the store... I would really appreciate it .. Then you can explain what is going on... Bill they are so big..." Melinda whined as she tried to sort things out.

As Bill replied, she hurried around her room trying to find something to wear. While Bil watched she found a white blouse and slipped it on. It was too tight but she buttoned it up anyways. Finding a slim black skirt she slipped it on and then a pair of black stockings and some flat black shoes. Grabbing a hair elastic, she forced her hair into a ponytail and rushed downstairs.

"Come on Bill... We have to hurry.... No... No... You've got a lot of explaining to do" she chided him as she pulled him out the door.

Ms. Somerset was smiling as she watched Bill and Melinda hurrying from the house. It was clear they have been busy for hours and that Mrs. Gordon was in a different outfit too. She imagined the worst and it made her smile.

The drive to main street was short and Melinda asked Bill to drop her off at the back of her store. Bill promised to give her more info when he got back.

"Okay... I'll see you later... Thanks so much for picking up the car for me ... i owe you one... But you still owe me a lot of explaining on these new boobs!" Melinda called out to him as he started to back out of the little rear parking lot.

Melinda unlocked the back door and then turned off the alarm as she entered the store. It was clear Andrea was already gone. She hurriedly went to the front door and flicked around the "open" sign. She was hoping for a few evening sales. The lights on the store were on. She moved to the cash register area where she then set up her laptop computer. From the small office at the back she took out a stack of bills and receipts and began the process of updating her accounts data. It was tedious work but she needed to get caught up.

Melinda was focused on her work though she looked up as the jingle on the door warned her of a customer's entrance. She smiled at the young man dressed in a jean jacket, track pants and sporting a baseball cap. She figured that he was 18 or 19 years old. When he saw her, he was all grins which made Melinda very self conscious. He moved as if there were music to his feet and he had the darkest green eyes she had ever seen. Though young he was handsome but he had a definite worn street look to his face.

There was a certain hot sensation in Melinda's body and she was perspiring fiercely. Unknown to Melinda this perspiration was occurring to the greatest extent on her new enlarged nipples. The A/C was off, and she had been working very hard at her desk. The nipples area of her white blouse were now wet and see through. The young white man with the baseball hat was delighted with his eye popping view of the cute brunette's big jugs.

"Ummm... I'm just here for change" the young man spoke as he continued to check out Melinda. He handed her a 5 dollar bill and Melinda broke it down in four one dollar bills and four quarters. Even after she handed him the money, he let his eyes continue to linger on Melinda as if he was completely undressing her with his eyes.

What is he doing... He keeps staring at my blouse.... and then my face Melinda mentally pondered.

"I'm sure I've seen your face somewhere..." the young man started his pick up line.

He's trying to pick me up with that lame line Melinda thought as she made a point of turning her wedding ring closer to the top of her desk so the young man might back off when he realized she was married.

Melinda was nervous first at being alone with him and then worried that maybe he recognized her as Mysteria Hardwood. An uneasiness spread through her and she wished he was gone.

"That couldn't be... You've never been in my store before" Melinda explained as she tried to be brave yet sound very casual. From her vantage point she had no idea that he could see her hard nipples so perfectly. He was leaning on the counter and looking down at her.

"Yeah... yeah... I'm sure of it... I bet you've got a shaved bush... I'm I right or what?" the young man asked in an arrogant manner.

What nerve.. so rude! she thought but she held her temper in check. She was momentarily speechless. Her face went red and betrayed that he was dead on in his inquiry. He now had a smug look on his face.

"I knew it.... I knew ... You shave it off.... I just can't place you" the young man went on and it was driving him crazy .

"You must be mistaken" Melinda tried to send him in the wrong direction. She knew he had recognized her face but the hair, make-up and location were all wrong. She hoped he didn't go back and check the tape. Now she wished she had used a better disguise and worn a much better mask.

Oh God I hope he doesn't figure it out Melinda thought as she smiled at the man, as if, it were all some big mistake. She had forgotten to get mad at him for his crude and vulgar words to her. He had completely caught her offguard.

"But your boobs... " the young man added as she stared at them. They were clearly throwing him off.

Melinda's eyebrows popped up.

My bew boobs are confusing him.. Maybe they are a blessing after all Melinda metally pondered.

"But I'll come back when I do" the young man promised.

He added: "I never forgot a face or a pussy".

"But... but" Melinda started to mumble but the words were lost in the air.

The store's door clattered and the young man left as quickly as he came. Melinda worried about the man and whether he might be the one to blow her cover. It was a risky business. She returned to her accounts.

About twenty minutes later the door clanged again and this time she was glad as Bill and his friend entered the store. Bill seemed in a good mood and his friend a had a certain funky look of excitement on his face as he saw Melinda. He was staring at her blouse. Bill was wide eyed and happy too. Then it clicked in her brain that the guy with Bill was one of the nerds she had been forced to have sex with thanks to Candy. He was a co-star in that first film. She didn't remember the whole film but some parts that Bill had shown her were very clear reminders.

"Oh Bill... Thank you so much for getting the car... You saved me a heap of trouble... including a taxi ride and a walk across a lonely dark parking lot" Melinda started off. The two men didn't speak but just came through the door and stopped. It was the geek that locked the door and then turned the sign from "Open" to "Closed".

"Guys... What's up?" Melinda asked nervously as she sensed they had something on their mind.