Maya Misused Pt. 01

Part 1 of 3.

A fair bit of background in Part 1, expect sex only in Parts 2 and 3.

Constructive comments appreciated.

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Maya unlocked the front door to their modest home and walked directly back to the kitchen, out of sight, and leaned on the counter to steady herself. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. It's a nightmare," she whispered to herself.

The evening had started so great, with the company Holiday Party where her husband, Howard, was an accountant. The new German owner of the company had spared no expense on the festivities, and Maya had helped herself to plenty of wine.

This was Maya's favorite (and only) public social event of the year. The rest of the year, she followed Howard's lead and stayed at home, away from other people and she was fine with that.

But Maya always loved getting dressed up and showing off her well-toned, Filipina body on the dancefloor. She always worked harder in her aerobics classes in the months leading up to the annual party, keeping her 36-year-old, petite 4'11" body well-toned and tight. She always treated herself to a new dress, nothing too slutty, but something that accentuated her figure.

Howard had never set foot on the dancefloor but loved to watch all of his coworkers drool over his hot little Asian wife, getting more and more 'hands-y' as the night wore on. Afterward, Maya always liked to joke about how many times she had been poked by the erections of Howard's coworkers, especially during slow dances.

Howard was 52, white, balding and skinny. H never had an answer when people asked him, "How did YOU end up with HER?!?" He guessed it was the stability he provided that Maya was attracted to after she escaped a life of poverty and abuse as a girl in the Philippines.

But Howard certainly wasn't complaining. He knew his wife was super hot and Maya's libido was always amped up in the days following the party. Howard was hoping he could keep up with her this year. He sensed Maya had been frustrated after last year's party, not satisfied with his usual 'three pumps and blow his wad' approach to sex. Maybe this year they would even try it with her on top!

Maya seemed especially turned on this year. Being the center of attention of all these men always aroused her, and made her a little naughty. With a wink, she had slipped the thong she was wearing into her husband's hand after she returned from the restroom earlier in the evening. Howard could tell the gusset was damp, and it was all he could do not to bring the fabric to his nose for a sniff. Maybe he would sneak off to the restroom....

Maya returned to the dancefloor as a slow song started to play. Howard saw his boss, Jack, take Maya's hand and lead her to a dark corner of the ballroom. This was Howard's favorite part of the party, Maya's annual slow dance with Jack. As a former athlete at 6'2", Jack was an imposing figure and towered over Maya. He always pulled her close with their bodies pressed tightly together. And he seemed to be constantly whispering to her as they danced. Maya always said it was nothing, but Howard had a feeling it was a bit more than that. Howard just liked to watch them. It always excited him to think about what they were talking about. Were they talking about sex? Or what they might do if he weren't around and they were on their own. Would Maya get on her knees and suck Jack's cock?

Just as Howard was repositioning himself to get a better look at the dancing couple, Rolf Bergen appeared at his side. Rolf was the new owner of his company. Howard was still amazed at the sheer immensity of the German. Rolf was 6'8", with a shaved bald head and built like an NFL linebacker. Tonight he was wearing an elegant dinner jacket and a collared shirt, open at the neck. Howard was intimidated by nearly all men, but especially by Rolf. To Howard, Rolf seemed to be everything he was not: successful, assertive, self-assured and handsome, not to mention he was a truly massive man.

"Howard, we have a very serious issue we need to discuss immediately," said Rolf. "Earlier today I got a call from German state police, based on a request from the FBI. They are asking for our assistance in investigating one of our former clients for Mob-related money laundering. One of YOUR former clients. I spent the afternoon doing my own internal research. Any idea who I'm referring to?"

Howard's stomach dropped. He knew exactly who Rolf was referring to. Howard's first client after getting his CPA was Vince, a small business owner who needed help with his books. Howard jumped at the chance for a first job but soon realized the numbers weren't adding up. There was just way too much money flowing through his businesses for them to be legitimate. When worked up the nerve to bring it up, Howard was told in no uncertain terms to keep his mouth shut and not ask any questions.

Howard kept his head down for a few years, slowly adding other clients, and when Vince died suddenly from an apparent heart attack, he thought he was finally free. But after working late one night, shortly after Vince's funeral, Howard was approached by a stranger and told that he would 'disappear' if he ever breathed a word of what he had seen in Vince's finances. Howard took the stranger at his word.

Then he had met Maya and tried to put that whole part of his life away. But now it was back, and he knew his life would never be the same. His name would be all over those cooked books and fraudulent tax forms. He was now caught between going to prison if he didn't talk to the FBI, and a Mob hit if he cooperated. If only he had a little time, maybe he could find a way out of this.

"Howard! Hello Howard. Did you hear me? You understand you can't work here anymore if this is true. The FBI is involved and is going to start working with German police and deliver a formal request for cooperation. Of course with this now being a German company, we could delay our cooperation indefinitely, but we really don't need the hassle. I'm sorry Howard," said Rolf. Howard remained silent.

Rolf looked over Maya and Jack and their slow dance. Maya's back was toward Rolf and she was pressed firmly against Jack. "Howard, go peel your wife off your boss. She needs to know what's going on."

Howard walked over to the dancing couple with his eyes down. ahem "Maya," said Howard softly, but she didn't hear him. "Maya," said Howard a little louder.

As Maya turned away from Jack and toward her husband, Rolf could see Jack was obscenely fully erect, and strained against his dress pants, something Maya must have felt given how closely they were dancing.

Rolf watched as Maya led Howard away. Howard's eyes remained on the floor as he slowly told Maya about his situation. Rolf could see Maya was getting agitated, but she was still smoking hot. She had a large chest for someone as otherwise petite as she was. And it looked like he could bounce quarters off that ass.

Rolf approached the couple. "Excuse me. Maya, this is obviously a serious situation. We will return to your home to discuss this immediately. My car and driver are outside. Howard go get Maya's jacket and purse. We'll meet you by the door," said Rolf.

Howard wandered off to do what Rolf had instructed. Rolf took Maya by the arm and guided her toward the exit, his other hand firmly on the small of her back, propelling her forward.

Howard walked behind them and remarked to himself how much like a little girl Maya looked next to the massive Rolf. His big, meaty hands on his wife excited Howard, even with his future appearing bleak. He didn't know why it excited him, it just did.

The town car ride back to their home had been uncomfortable, to say the least. With Rolf's massive frame, the three of them were pretty snug in the back of the town car, with silent Howard on one side and Maya in the middle. Rolf leaned in toward Maya during the ride, with his beefy arm slung across her headrest. Rolf didn't wear cologne, but Maya was so close to him she could smell his natural musk. It was slightly spicy, like cinnamon.

Maya sat rigidly on the car seat with knees locked, conscious of the right side of her body in contact with Rolf. And also very conscious that she wasn't wearing underwear.

When the car pulled up in front of their home, Rolf was the first out and offered his hand to help Maya. She slid forward on the seat and her dress naturally pulled up her toned thighs a few inches. Rolf paused to admire the view. Maya looked up and knew exactly where his eyes were. She prayed her panty-less crotch wasn't on full display.

"Maya, you are truly a sight to behold," Rolf said as he again offered his hand to help her out.

Howard walked into their home in a stupor and then just lingered inside the front door, not knowing what to do next. Howard felt his stable, safe life had been destroyed in a matter of minutes. Prison? Me? I just can't. There's no way, thought Howard, I've got to find a way out of this.

Rolf brushed past Howard and walked into the couple's living room and looked around, taking in the decor.

"Howard, be a good boy and come and take my jacket," called Rolf.

Howard hurried into the living room to see Rolf holding out his dinner jacket for him to take. "Make sure that gets hung on a wooden hanger," Rolf instructed Howard.

Howard couldn't help but notice Rolf was an even more imposing figure out of his jacket, in his white dress shirt which he was now rolling up his sleeves exposing heavily-muscled forearms.

"Maya, be a good little dear and bring me a whiskey while the three of us figure out what to do about Howard's 'situation'," called Rolf.

Maya fixed Rolf's drink and walked into the living room just as Howard returned from hanging up Rolf's jacket. Rolf took the drink from Maya and sat back on their couch to relax.

"So where were we? Oh yes, poor Howard. I'm not sure if there's anything that can be done in this situation to keep Howard out of prison, but I'm open to suggestions. At best, we may be able to delay a bit," said Rolf, sensing the despair in the room. "Howard, have you ever thought about prison? What it would be like? Getting on your knees to service whoever asks, whenever they ask? That's not something I would enjoy but to each their own. What about you Maya, have you ever considered Howard as a Prison Bitch with a dick in each hand, one in his mouth while he's taking it in the ass," asked Rolf.

Howard didn't know what to say and continued to stare weakly at the ground.

"That is NOT happening, period. Howard can't go to prison, we need to figure out a solution," said Maya. "What can we do?"

"It's really out of my hands. As I said, the only thing we could realistically do is to delay. And since we're a German company, we could conceivably delay our cooperation indefinitely. I believe they really do need our cooperation to make their case, otherwise they would have arrested you already. But the question is WHY would I delay? What's in it for me," asked Rolf with a bit of a smirk on his face.

"We'll give you anything, just name it. Please. PLEASE. Whatever we have is yours, just ask," cried Maya.

"I don't think you know what you're saying Maya. You really don't mean to offer me ANYTHING, do you," asked Rolf.

"YES! We have a few pieces of silver from Howard's mom, you can have them. And I can return this dress, that's $500 in cash," said Maya.

"No, sorry my dear, but I think you've got the wrong idea. I'm not interested in silver and I have more money than I know what to do with already. Howard, please come over his and sit on the floor next to me," said Rolf.

Howard's moved his eyes up from staring blankly at the floor to his wife's face with a look of resignation. Then he looked away and walked slowly to the couch and sat down on the floor next to Rolf's feet.

"That's good Howard, you're getting it," said Rolf as he patted Howard on the head with his meaty hand. Howard again stared blankly at the carpet in front of him.

"You know, my feet are a little sore. Howard, take off my shoes and give me a little foot massage," ordered Rolf.

Maya stood there with her mouth agape as she saw her husband get on his hands and knees and then slowly unlace Rolf's shoes and gently remove each foot and set Rolf's shoes neatly to the side. Then he sat down in front of Rolf and lifted one foot to rest on his lap and began to massage his foot.

"Howard, what are you DOING," shouted Maya, "Why are you doing that?"

"Maya, I can't go to prison. I just can't. What else can we do? We need Rolf's help," replied Howard weakly.

"That's the spirit Howard, well done! Maya, you should really listen to your husband here. The power to put him in prison, or hand him over to the Mob, rests solely with me and whether or not I decide to cooperate with your American law enforcement.... or delay. That feels good Howard, keep it up," said Rolf.

Maya couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this huge Aryan mutant actually trying to blackmail them?

"So Maya, as good as Howard's foot rub is, I'm afraid it's not worthy of a 'keep-him-out-of-jail' trade, now is it? I'm afraid there is more to be paid. I do love you in that sexy little dress. How about you do a slow twirl for me so I can see you from all the angles," said Rolf.

Maya felt her face blush at the request, then she saw Howard gently set Rolf's food down and take the other one into his lap. Maya took a steadying breath and slowly turned around in her high heels, wishing she was anywhere else, but not knowing what else she could do. She could get through this, she just had to keep her wits about her.

"Stop," commanded Rolf as she was facing away from him, "I really must compliment you on your figure Maya. One doesn't get toned legs like that unless they really work at it. What do you think Howard, does Maya work at it?"

"Yes," whispered Howard.

"What's that Howard? Speak up," commanded Rolf.

"Yes, she works at it," said Howard a little more loudly continuing to massage Rolf's foot.

"Maya, please raise the back of your dress so I can see if that same muscle tone applies to your butt," said Rolf, then turning to Howard, "But I have a pretty strong suspicion it does, am I right Howie?"

Maya was mortified but didn't know what she could do. She knew she was bare underneath her dress. Why, oh why did she try to be naughty with Howard at the party? She hesitated with her back to Rolf. In the end, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Howard, go lift the back of your wife's dress," said Rolf.

Howard looked up at Rolf briefly, took his foot from his lap, stood up and walked over to stand in front of his wife. "I'm sorry," he whispered and then reached down and lifted the back hem of his wife's dress, knowing full well the white thong she had been wearing previously was in the inside pocket of his suit coat.

Rolf whistled. "You naughty little tramp! I would never have guessed you were bare underneath. But your ass looks as luscious as I imagined it would be. Turn around," ordered Rolf

Maya tried to look into Howard's eyes, but he kept his focus on the floor. She slowly turned to face Rolf as Howard continued to hold her dress up. Rolf could see Maya's little landing strip of pubic hair leading down to her sweet little slit. Maya avoided Rolf's eyes, but she knew he was devouring her with his gaze. She could feel the air on her privates as she turned.

"Howard, is your wife aroused by this little show," asked Rolf.

"I don't know," said Howard.

"You don't seem to know your wife very well. Please check to see if her pussy is wet," said Rolf.

Maya would have given anything if she wasn't wet, if her crotch was dry as a bone, but she knew better. She could feel the heat between her legs. She would never have guessed her humiliation in front of this stranger would excite her in any way, but it had.

Howard reached around his wife's petite frame and ran his middle finger up her slit,from bottom to top, coming away with obvious moisture. With Howard's touch, Maya sucked in an involuntary breath.

"Very interesting! As wet as the morning dew. Both of you come over here," ordered Rolf.

Maya and Howard slowly approach with Howard looking at the ground and Maya trying to look defiantly into Rolf's face.

"Maya, turn around and bend over at the waist," said Rolf.

Embarrassed and humiliated, but still inexplicably aroused, Maya slowly turned and put her hands to her knees, away from Rolf's stare. "Howard, if you please," said Rolf.

Howard again reached down to the hem of Maya's dress and pulled it up over her waist.

Rolf's eyes roamed her luscious ass and legs and the outside edge of her pussy lips. He could see the pink of her inner folds between her dark outer labia.

"Howard spread your wife for me," commanded Rolf.

Howard slowly reached across his wife's back to her ass cheeks and parted them for this German stranger. Maya subtly slid her feet farther apart and couldn't help but notice Howard was sporting a significant erection (for him) in his dress pants.

Rolf's eyes devoured Maya's backside, with her small little puckerhole, hairless crack and puffy labia.

"You are a vision Maya, and I mean that. You can stand up," said Rolf. "Howard come back over here by me."

Howard obediently sat on the floor at Rolf's side, staring dejectedly at his wife's feet in her high heels as she stood up and turned, pulling her dress back down as she did, but unable to look at Rolf in the face.

Rolf drained the rest of his whiskey and stood up. His massive frame towering over Maya as he leered down at her.

"Help me out of these pants," said Rolf.

Maya sighed and took a half step forward before Rolf raised his hand.

"No, not you Maya. Howard here will do the honors," said Rolf.

Howard rose to his knees facing Rolf and tentatively reached out to his belt and unbuckled it. At Howard's eye level was Rolf's obvious partial erection, its heft obvious through his dress pants even at half-staff. Howard reached up and unbuttoned the trousers and then unzipped Rolf's fly, his hand brushing against the large cock inside. Howard guided Rolf's pants to the floor and then removed them as Rolf lifted his feet. Howard neatly folded the pants and set them on the floor beside him.

"Now the boxers," said Rolf.

Maya watched mesmerized as her husband reached toward Rolf's hips, Howard's face within centimeters of Rolf's manhood. He slowly tugged at the boxers then pulled the front waistband forward to get them over Rolf's penis.

Maya's eyes grew wide at the sight of Rolf's manhood. Rolf is a huge human male and his penis was more than proportional to the rest of his body. She had never seen anything like it --had never even imagined anything like it. In a word, it was massive.

"The shirt," said Rolf.

Howard dutifully stood after folding the boxers and placing them with the trousers. He unbuttoned each button on Rolf's shirt to expose a massive, nearly hairless chest which was as well-sculpted as the rest of him. Howard was acutely aware of the mass of Rolf's penis so close to him as he worked on removing the shirt. He could feel his own uncomfortable erection struggling to escape his pants.

Rolf kept his eyes on Maya, but she couldn't return the gaze and instead let her eyes wander. Maya wondered how the human specimen in front of her was the same species as her husband.

Rolf reached out and took Maya's hand. He lightly stroked her palm with his fingers, then turned it over and placed it on his cock. Maya looked down at her hand. His dick was circumcised, thick and very veiny. Her little hand could barely make it around its width. Maya thought, "God help me." And yet she was fascinated. The very mass of it was incredible, even with only a partial hard-on. As she studied this beast, she could feel it thicken and grow even more in her tiny hand.