Confession

"Nice job! No five-o-clock shadow for you Robin. You really are a classy slut, aren't you. This is going to work out just fine. Now, turn around for me. Slowly."

I kicked the discarded clothing aside so I wouldn't get caught up in it and fall. I began to turn for him. I heard him dictating for the camera again. "Subject Robin Delany. Twenty-nine year old, Caucasian female. Hair; brown, eyes; blue. Height; five feet, six inches. Weight; one hundred twenty-two pounds at last physical. Married, mother of one. No scars, blemishes or other disfiguring marks. Measurements; thirty-six C, twenty-three, thirty-four. Dress size; four. Shoe size; eight."

I wondered what the narrative was about. I finished my turn and he motioned me to stop. I stood there facing him as he finished his monologue.

"Subject is college educated and intelligent. She is free from sexually transmitted diseases and is on oral birth control. She is in good health, a non-smoker and drinks socially. She does not use recreational drugs."

He looked up and put the camera on pause, well, at least the red light went out. He smiled and said, "OK babe, time for your close up. Lie down on the sofa an open your legs."

"What?" I asked, incredulously.

He looked at me. "You've been so good up until now, don't ruin it. We're almost done here. Just do as I say and it will be over soon with no one getting hurt."

I realized I had no choice so I lay down on the large sofa. He got behind the camera and the red light came on. I saw him focus the lens between my legs.

"Open up," he commanded.

I opened my legs.

"Bring your knees up and open wider."

I felt tears of humiliation and anger building in my eyes, but I did as he said. He began narrating again.

"Close-up of subject Delany. You will note her pubic hair is completely shaven. Normally it is dark brown and kept groomed. Subject has smooth Labia Majora, small, smooth Labia Minora and a small clitoris. Color is a healthy, pale pink darkening slightly at the anus." He shifted his attention to my face. "Open yourself up."

I scowled at him but complied, reaching down and placing a hand on either side of my pussy, I opened myself like those pictures you see in men's magazines. He resumed dictating.

"Subject's clitoris is now visible with the hood pulled back, small and white. Her vaginal opening appears to be small. I can personally attest to it being tight with excellent vaginal muscle tone. Subject is sexually responsive and multi-orgasmic. Anal sphincter tone has not been tested at this time."

The red light on the camera went off and he said, "OK, we're done with this. You can get up now."

I got to me feet and reached for my clothes. He snapped, "Did I tell you to get dressed slut?"

I froze. "I...you, you said we were done."

"I said we were done with this. I didn't say I was done with you."

"What, I suppose you want to fuck me now?" I demanded, trying to sound tough.

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" I asked, confused.

"I mean you're going to fuck someone, just not me," he replied.

My equilibrium was gone at this point. I must have stared at him like a deer caught in headlights because he laughed at my confusion.

"In the bedroom," he said, gesturing to the closed door I had noticed earlier, "is the gentleman you are going to fuck. He's seen your pictures and has been watching you on camera here," he gestured to the video camera. I noticed wires running from it to what looked like VCR. I assumed it must be some kind of closed circuit set up. I shivered. "He is very interested in making your acquaintance. You will go in there and you will fuck his brains out. What's more, you will act like he's the best lay you've ever had. I don't care if you hate it and loath him, he better think you're totally hot for him. If he doesn't report that he is totally satisfied with your performance, you will suffer for it, or should I say, your family will."

I fought back the tears. "I thought..."

"You thought I wanted you as my little fuck toy. Well, sometimes I might. Other times you're a business investment, like tonight. This video," he said, holding up the tape he had just removed from the camera, "will be going into our catalogue. Clients who find you attractive may request your services. I will promise you I take care of my investments. You will never be given to a client who is diseased or who will damage you. Beyond that, you belong to me and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you. If that means having an entire football team gangbang you until you pass out, then you better make them think it's the best fucking experience you've ever had." He laughed, "Hell, you're a hot piece of ass, you probably won't have to fake it at all, but if you do, I want an Oscar winning performance."

Stunned, I could no longer hold back my tears. They flowed freely down my face.

"Now, now Robin. How are you going to convince the client you're having fun if you're crying?" He smiled, pure evil, "Well, today you're in luck. You see, the gentleman in the other room knows this is your first time. He's a very special friend of mine, you might say a business associate. He often helps me break in new girls. He doesn't mind a few tears, actually I think he likes them. He will, however, be grading your performance so you'd better not be a dead ass in bed. I will get a full report, and if he is less then satisfied, well.... Now, let's not keep our friend waiting."

I blinked back my tears and looked toward the door. I approached it slowly, the portal to hell. I felt supremely stupid, standing there in my birthday suit and a pair of heels so I opened the door. A man stood there, facing away from me, looking out the window. He was older, I guessed mid sixties. That surprised me, why I don't know, I guess I thought he would be more my age. He was short, it was hard to tell, but he looked like he was only a few inches taller them myself. His hair was white and thin, but he was not bald. It was expensively styled. He wore a long, white terrycloth robe, the kind the hotel supplies with the room. He said nothing nor did he turn around so I stepped inside. The door closed behind me.

I waited, standing there. He continued to ignore me. I actually got annoyed at that, I mean here I was, naked, his to ravish and this dirty old bastard was ignoring me! I don't know, I suppose I expected to be slammed on the bed by some slavering pervert. I certainly didn't expect indifference. I strangled a little snort at the absurdity of it all.

He spoke without turning, "An ability to see the humor in adversity is a useful survival skill. It indicates a strong will."

I knew that voice, that husky rasp. I thought the last hour had used up my capacity for shock, but I found out how wrong I was when the man turned to face me. I recognized him as a business associate of my Uncle Charles, a partner in his prestigious law firm. I had known this guy for years. If this was an indication of the level of 'connections' Jack had then I knew I was in deep trouble. 'Uncle Harry' here was plugged in at every level in this state, his finger in every pie. He knew where all the proverbial bodies were buried. My face must have betrayed my emotions.

"You seem surprised to see me Robin."

"I...you're involved with this? Behind this?" I stammered.

"Involved? Yes. Behind your 'selection'? No. That was merely a fortunate coincidence."

He sauntered over to me, circling me at arms length. Inspecting me like a piece of meat.

"You were always an attractive girl, I'm glad for the chance to get a better look at you. You look wonderful without your clothes. I'm so glad the baby didn't ruin your figure, so many women let themselves go to hell after they've had a baby. You would never even know you've had one from looking at you."

"But why are you involved in this?" I pleaded. "I mean it's not like there's anything wrong with you. You have no trouble getting women." Harry was older, true, but he had aged exceedingly well. He was a handsome man to start and age had given him 'character'. He was widowed and did have the reputation of being a 'ladies man'. He always had some new, younger, woman on his arm whenever I saw him.

"Well thank you for that, I'll take it as a complement. No, I have no trouble getting women to go to bed with me. That has nothing to do with this." He stopped his inspection and stood in front of me. "What I enjoy, even more then sex, is power. The ability to do this," he reached out and grabbed my left nipple, twisting it hard. I gasped. "The ability to force someone to my will. To take what is not freely offered, that is why I do this." He twisted harder. I bit my lip as tears sprang up in my eyes again. "You see dear Robin, it's all about power." He leaned over and licked a tear off my cheek. I repressed a shudder. "I can do anything I want to you, and you have to accept it. This lovely body of yours is my toy for the afternoon, for whatever afternoon I want it. That gives me power. Power over you, power over your uncle. I can see him at the office and know I'm using his little nice as my fuck toy. Power over your husband, taking what is his in a way he never can. Power."

God help me I was getting turned on. There has to be a sick side of me I didn't know existed. Here I was, totally helpless, about to be used by this perverted individual and I felt my pussy starting to tingle.

"So, let's get started," he said opening his robe. He was naked underneath. His body was toned, not what you would expect for a man at the upper end of his sixties. He had little chest hair, what he had was white like the hair on his head as were his pubes. His cock was large but still flaccid. Much larger then my Dave's, larger in fact then any I had seen outside of some of the porno flicks I had watched on occasion with my husband. I became nervous as to how big it would be erect.

"I want you to suck me. Get me nice and hard," he commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, and then, remembering Jack's threats to my family, bent to take him in my mouth. "On your knees."

I knelt before him. His big cock was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncut cock before and wasn't quite sure what to do with it. I closed my eyes and took it in my mouth. It tasted salty, different from my husband's. I began to suck gently, licking the underside with my tongue as Dave liked me to do. Shortly I felt it begin to thicken, elongate. I began to suck harder. It came to me that if I made him cum this way, I might get out of having to do anything else to him. He soon grew long enough that I could not fit the entire length of him in my mouth at once. I started to fuck his now firm cock with my mouth. I tried to swirl my tongue around the head, but his foreskin was in the way. I used my hand on his shaft to pull the skin back, exposing the fat, pink head. My hand served double duty in keeping him from jamming his cock down my throat; he was rocking his hips now, taking more of an active part in the act, his hands on my head.

"Massage my balls," he ordered.

Whatever, I thought. I'm gonna make you blow old man and then I'm free. I grabbed his balls with my other hand. They were big, heavy, pendulous. I began to squeeze them gently, rolling them around in my hand. I tasted salty wetness at the tip of his prick and mentally smiled. It wouldn't be long now.

Abruptly he pushed my head away. His dick throbbed in front of me and for a moment I thought he meant to cum on my face, but no such luck. He took a few deep breaths and his cock stopped throbbing but stayed hard and huge.

"Very nice," he purred. "You're quite the little cock sucker Robin, but you didn't think I'd want to end this that quickly, did you?" He laughed, fully aware of my intent. "This is going to be fun. Lay on the bed and open you legs. I want to taste you."

Resigning myself, I lay back on the king sized bed and looked at the ceiling.

"You can take those shoes off," he said. "I appreciated the look while you were standing there, but they seem a little ridiculous now."

Mechanically, I kicked off my shoes. They went thump as they hit the floor.

"Hmm, not being very enthusiastic, are we? Well, I'll let that slide, for now, as a reward for some of the best head I've had in a while." I felt the bed sag as he climbed up on it. I continued to look at the ceiling. If you stared hard enough, you could see patterns.

"Let's take a good look here," I felt his hands pushing my knees apart. "I love how you young girls shave your pussies. When I was your age, a nice girl like you would never even think to do something like that." I felt his hands, surprisingly gentle after the mauling he gave my tit, opening me up. "Why, you already seem a little damp Ms. Robin," he teased. "Don't tell me you're not quite as indifferent as you seem? Well, you have a beautiful cunt, let's see how you taste."

I twitched as I felt the first probing touch of his tongue on my sex. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to think of something else, anything else. He used light little flickers against my lips. Butterfly light. He was good. I tried to think of doing dishes. I hate doing dishes. He used those light quick darts to open my lips. He started slowing them down. Feather light strokes up and down my lips, stopping just below my clit. I felt thick, heavy between my legs. Laundry. I really hate laundry. Long, slow swoops from my hole, up one side, across the hood of my clit and down the other alternating with figure eight's over the same path. Fuck the laundry. I tried to fight it, but my hips began to rock and my breathing deepen.

He began to press harder with his tongue. I don't know how he did it, but he seemed to know just when to change tempo and just where to press. He moved upwards, concentrating more on my clit. I felt him use his hands to spread me open, pull my folds back. The tip of his tongue stabbed my exposed clit and caused me to gasp, the first sound I had uttered since lying back on the bed. As if that were his cue, he sucked on my exposed organ and plunged a thumb into my wet hole. I groaned and balled the sheet in my hands. I could feel him smiling against my cunt and I fought all the harder to stop my traitorous body from responding to him, but he was just too good. I got angry and, perversely, that heightened my arousal. He slipped a second thumb in me, licking my clit and sucking my lips into his mouth, his knobby digits feeling like, yet nothing like, a cock fucking me as he licked.

I knew I was going to cum. I fought hard against it. I tried to detach, to think of other things. I delayed it but the delay served only to intensify the pleasure his tongue and fingers were giving me. Finally, the bastard bit down, lightly, on my clit and I exploded. Bucking my hips into the air I screamed wordless release. My inner muscles pulsed with such force I could literally hear my cunt squishing with each pulse. My entire body twitched with each spasm, emitting little yelps of pleasure with each convulsion.

For a timeless eternity I came, all coherent thought banished, until finally my surroundings and my predicament slowly returned to me. I opened my eyes, and had to blink away the blurring, I had squeezed them that tightly together. I looked down to see him sitting between my legs, stroking my thigh, a Cheshire Cat smile plastered to his wet face.

"You taste wonderful, as I expected. Your body is a wonderful instrument, you should be proud of it."

My body was a fucking traitor and I was pissed about it.

"Let's play some more," he smirked, climbing up and over me.

I looked down and saw him aim his cock at my hole. I felt panicked, he was huge, at least ten, eleven inches and thick. I had never had a really large cock before, Dave is, I suppose, average as were all of my previous lovers. I had never felt the need for anything bigger then that and was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. Well, sure, I had given birth and that was a lot bigger then even this monster cock, but the experience wasn't what you would call 'pleasant'. I knew it would FIT, my concern was how much it would HURT.

The answer was; a fair amount. I guess I'm kind of small down there, at least that's what Dave and a few of my former lovers said. I felt Harry position the head of his cock against my opening and then begin to press inwards. I can't describe the sensation, it was like, just when I thought I was full, along came more cock. I felt myself stretch, painfully, and let out an involuntary whimper as he invaded my body. Just when I was afraid I couldn't take anymore, I felt him hit the back of my vagina and he stopped.

"My God, Jack was right. You are fucking tight," Harry gasped. He lay still for a moment and my cunt seemed to get used to the huge intruder, at least the slight pain went away. Slowly he withdrew his big tool, almost all the way out of me. He propped himself up on his elbows and, smiling into my face, slid it all the way in again until the head thumped up against the back of my cunt and his balls slapped my ass.

He did it again, and again, establishing a slow, regular rhythm. A fucking metronome. At first I hoped he just climax and get it over with, but once again my body began to betray me. I had never been so full. Why the fuck won't he just cum? He's a goddam machine, pistoning away, grinning at me. There was no question that with each in and out my stretched lips pulled the hood back and forth over my clit. I was already sensitive from one killer orgasm so it was not long before my body was moving of it's own volition to meet his strokes. His smile grew lopsided, sardonic as he saw my eyes begin to glaze over. I felt my excitement build, much more rapidly then I was used to so that after a very few more strokes I was ready to cum again.

I wrapped my arms around him and drew up my knees as I dug my fingers into his shoulders.

"Unnnnnnh!" I moaned as I threw my head back, cumming, cumming onto his cock.

Quick as a weasel, he pulled out of my pulsating cunt, positioned his now soaked monster against my virgin asshole and abruptly rammed it in. I was slick and soaked from my juices so thank goodness nothing tore, but the pain was indescribable. I screamed as my eyes flew open, bugging out. He pinched my clit and unbelievably I came again, or maybe the orgasm I was having got more intense, I don't know. I do know the sensation of intense pain and unbelievable pleasure blew my mind. I yelped, I screamed, I moaned, I came like I have never cum before, or since for that matter. It was as if all of the tension, all of the fear, all of the stimulation of the last few hours conspired to give me this one, mind numbing experience. It broke over me like a tsunami and crested yet again as I heard him let out a low moan and felt his hot seed jet into my ass. He pumped and I squeezed his cock with my ass, wanting to milk every bit of sensation out of this experience.

All to soon the pleasure faded, leaving soreness in it's wake. Harry pulled his, now softer but still huge, cock out of my ass and I let out a little "Ah!" as it popped free. I could feel is sperm leaking out of my abused hole, I must have been as big as a truck tunnel back there after that pounding. My ass was sore, my cunt was sore and I think I had hurt my back a little from spasming. All in all I felt great. Guilty as hell, angry at being manipulated, determined to get out of this somehow, but great.

"I think I can give you a good review for that performance, my dear," Harry spoke. "I think Jack had planned on 'sloppy seconds' with you, but I think you've done enough. It's getting late and I wouldn't want your husband getting too suspicious."

I felt a huge stab of guilt at the mention of Dave.

"We will be in touch, or at least Jack will. Don't think this was your one and only performance," he warned, getting up and putting on his robe. "It won't be often and we'll make sure you get clearance from work." I wondered how they would manage that but I didn't ask as I was afraid to find out. "It would be best for you, for your family, if you didn't discuss this with anyone. You may use the shower here." He started to leave the room but paused at the door, "Oh," he added, "keep the pussy shaved." He left, closing the door behind him.