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The Kathryn Files!

Written by The 5 Michelles of the Valley

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The Kathryn Files!

Written by The 5 Michelles of the Valley

KATHRYN FILES

CHAPTER ONE

"Ever wondered what it would feel like getting that big art over there, over to the house?" Dustin, my husband, asked me as he pointed toward the art designed to resemble the universe.

I was not too fond of that; I wanted the other one on the left, a portrait of two naked individuals, a male and female, holding each other, with lust in their eyes. My husband had said it was too explicit about keeping, shouldn't be seen in the home of a couple, or whatever nonsense that means.

I shrugged and turned away from it, "It looks...I don't know bland, but exciting at the same time,"

"It doesn't look bland; it covers the whole universe; your

taste in art is diminishing, my love; you need to rekindle it," he said while walking towards the counter to make the payment of it.

I looked at the price tag, two million dollars, Christ, I muttered, this was too much for something so bland and ridiculous, but my husband didn't look bothered a bit about it. Two million dollars is just a whiff from the one he has stashed in his account and private assets, and the thought of how wealthy he was always turned me on, just that he didn't have many features now.

He had swept me off my feet with his wealth seven years ago, but then he had a good body and physique. He ran the course and exercised well right now and only cared about making more money, eating every junk he could get his hands on playing video games. Video games, for crying out loud; which man in his late 50s does that? Only Dustin White.

Now it's like he has grown a little shorter than me because of his lifestyle; he was currently 5'4 160Ibs and plump, had big boobs that could make an average woman jealous, and a pepperoni nipple to cap it off. It was as if the universe punished me with him for always choosing wealth over love.

I watched him make the rest of the payment with the clerk and slash his card through the payment system. The clerk smiled at him and shook his hand with a look on her face that said she was ready to get hooked up with him only if he said a word.

Seven years ago, I would have gotten jealous, marched over there, and hooked my arm around him just to let the girl know that he was mine and I wasn't good at sharing; now, it was nothing. I felt nothing; even my husband felt nothing; neither did he catch the quick, witty invitation by the bursty beautiful clerk, and that made it all worse for me.

My husband turned around with that stupid grin on his face and I saw the look on the clerk's face when she turned

towards me. A look of mockery and pity rolled into one. Shaking her head slightly in contempt she went back to working.

"The woman told me I got it for a steal honey, two million dollars for that wonderful stuff can you believe that?" he said as he walked towards me like an over-bloated toad and hooked his arm on my, moving towards the door with me.

"Yeah, it was a steal," I replied slowly, kindly hoping for this torturous evening to end quickly. Not to say I didn't love arts, I did, but over time, I didn't fancy going out with my husband anymore. Compared to him, I no more looked like his wife; rather, it's like I was a conniving, gold-digging bitch, who married off because I wanted to steal all the man's wealth.

I turned my face away from his loud breath and saw a card on the table. I picked it up and began to read it. It was an opening of a nightclub a little close to our place; it was getting opened on the weekend, two days from now, I turned towards Dustin and found the sweat bearding to his

face, we have worked just a small distance from the hallway to the garage and he was already tired, trying to catch his breath.

We reached towards the car, and the driver bowed and opened the door to the Maybach for us to get into it. Immediately my husband entered; he breathed a sigh of relief as he was back from running a thousand miles; he turned towards me, grabbed my breasts, and began to fumble them.

"All those arts I saw have made me horny," he said softly.

I should have felt aroused but instead, I felt molested, having his big hands roughing through my breast. I closed my eyes from it all, praying for it to end quickly.

We were in our room two hours later, on the bed fucking; he was on top of me, riding me with his 4.5 skinny erect cock, with a head too big for its shaft like a title head.

"Oh yeah," he screamed as he rode me as slowly as possible "Yeah, I am cunning now,"

"What?" I said softly, only for my ears.

"Ohhhhh," he said as he poured his watery, low sperm inside of me. Panting, he removed his tiny penis from me and lay on my body, with his whole weight, trying to catch his breath.

"Shit," I muttered and squeezed myself out of beneath him, "What just happened, honey?" I asked him. When I got no answer, I turned towards him and found out he was already knocked out cold, sleeping, and even snoring. "I can't believe this; it just can't."

Frustrated, I climbed out of bed, naked and angry; I took the pillow and flung it towards the table, grabbed my hair, and screamed softly. Feeling a little relieved, I turned towards my husband and saw him still sleeping, unaware of what was happening around him.

I moved towards the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror, dang I was still very beautiful, and I knew it, with my Auburn hair, Greenish blue eyes which always drove men crazy during my spinster years, 5'5" 32GG HUGE natural breasts, a black full pointed nipple to cap it off. I took a look at my skin, Pale with light freckles which

haven't been here before and an hourglass figure that had given me access to anything I wanted.

So all this was going to get to waste because of Dustin, to enjoy 3 seconds of sex for the rest of my life and a man who snores like hell, this was not just torture but a punishment which I have lived with for so long, that it was driving me insane, and for this, I was going to punish him, one way or another, that I was sure off.

CHAPTER TWO

Over the weekend, I opened the door into his game room and saw him playing COD; he wore his headphone, which

meant it was a joint game he was having with his friends as always.

The game and his friends can wait; this party can't. Thanks to his card, I walked towards where he was and stood there, waiting just for my red sexy gown, which I had bought for an insane price earlier today. It was visible, and one look at it showed that whoever was wearing it was not wearing any other thing inside.

"My God, where are you going wearing that?" "To the club," I said and shrugged. "What?"

"To the club, I have been staying cooked up inside here for months without going out, and it's getting on my nerves; right now, if you don't go with me, I'm going alone,"

He removed his headphone, paused the game, and looked at me. "Kathryn, what has gotten over you? You are married, for Christ's sake,"

"Doesn't me I shouldn't have fun. If I wanted to be a nun, I wouldn't have been stuck here with you,"

"Alright, alright, we are going, but this is the last time we are doing this," he said and moved away from me, heading towards his room to change.

The drive to the club was terrifying, he stayed at his side of the car, muttering many curses I can't pinpoint, and it excited me more than I could imagine. Seeing him in this position, answering to me, and doing what I wanted, even though it discomforted him, made me happy.

I haven't spoken with him like that before; I didn't know I could even do that, and seeing it work was as exciting as it was daring; I should continue being this bold; maybe I will have my way a little and have my most revenge.

We went into the club and sat down, sipping our whiskey, while looking at the dancers and strippers who danced to delight the men. Dustin turned his face towards me and sneered, he could see that I was enjoying it here, he knew my past life and the fact that I had worked as a stripper for two weeks, that was where he had seen me, in the club getting ready to undress and do my work.

He looked away and gulped down the contents in the cup he was holding. The lights changed a few moments later, and the beats did too, changing to a gangsta thug one. The noise in the room increased, and soon more well-built black dudes with muscular arms and tats began to make their way into the room, dispersing at various places and going after their business.

"Yo chick, that's some nice thick body you have there," one of them said as he walked beside me and grabbed my shoulders softly, rubbing his arms across it.

"Thanks," I said softly and winked at him, feeling his steady hands run through my back.

"Need a drink," he said.
I looked at Dustin, and his gaze moved towards Dustin too.

"Oh, you came with the big dude; ouch, sorry, big man, you might want to take a look at our gym club one day, it might help you out; it would be a lot of work handling this thick one you have,"

The guy's crew began laughing as they turned away from

Dustin and me and began to walk towards the bar area. I turned towards my husband and found his face pink with a blush; the man kept surprising me and getting low by the minute; he couldn't even pick up a fight or do anything; he just sat there looking at the men insulting him.

"My drink is done; I want to go get us another drink," I said as I kept the cup and tried to stand up.

"Don't go," he said slowly as he bent his head down, looking at his trembling hands.

Getting enough courage needed, I waved him off and stood up, "Oh, don't be a sissy, Honey; I will be back soon,".

I left him on the couch, sitting alone, while I moved towards the bar area and requested for a drink.

"What are you doing with that sissy over there?" A steady, strong masculine base voice said beside me.

I turned around and saw him, he was dark, well built, he looked like someone that spends his whole day inside the gym, he was probably 6'3" 170Ibs, tall, a little taller than

me, and he was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which revealed the scorpion tattoo which he drew on his right arm.

"I meant the person over there," he said again, knowing his body's effect on me.

I followed his gaze and saw it directed towards my husband, who looked at us shyly while his hands trembled.

"We had a bad day at the office," I said softly, trying not to push my husband under the bus.

"Doesn't seem so; the over-fed boy is clearly out of range; he seems he should be better off playing games and eating chips,"

"Isn't that harsh, Mr..." I said and paused, trying to catch his name.

He stretched out his hand and smiled, showing me pure white teeth that made me feel dirty, "Trayvon, Trayvon Williams, yours?"

"Kathryn," I said, blushing softly.

"Just Kathryn?"

"Kathryn White, and why do you keep calling him a boy? he's a man,"

Trayvon looked at my husband again and shook his head, dissatisfied and disgusted, "he's not a man; I doubt most white dude is man enough,"

"Isn't that racist?"

"More or less," he said, winking at me, "but I respect them though, very nice people,"

"You know I'm white; you know that, right?"

He drank his cup of whiskey and dee close to me. "You look so sex-starved, your hormones are flying out every corner, I can even perceive the smell of your awaiting pussy just talking to you; if it fancies you, you might come over to the restroom, and I fuck you real good,"

He removed his face from beside my ear and went back a bit, looking at my flushed dazed face, that was the wildest thing someone had ever told me, and it made me so turned on, I had to control myself not to grab him by the

shoulder, run towards the restroom and give him my pussy to fuck how he wanted.

I turned towards my husband and found him still looking at us, with the cup in his hands. This was the first time I had seen him in this condition since I got married, and I loved it; with the way his face was growing pink, I was sure he would have high blood pressure if I went off with Trayvon right now.

"I think I got to go," I said softly, looking at Trayvon, who didn't show a bit of remorse or anger. I could feel his eyes darting through the crowd, possibly searching for another woman to jump on if I missed him.

"That's alright, go take the boy home, before we have a homicide on our hands, take, here's my card, call me just in case you need anything or maybe changed your mind about the fuck," Slipping his card towards me, he stood and left the table.

Swallowing hard, and still a little bit angry for not doing what he wanted, I stood and walked towards Dustin, who

was now relieved seeing me leave the much better man, grabbing his hands, we left the club.

CHAPTER THREE

“Thanks for coming over tonight,” I told the last batch of Dustin’s associates who had come over for his small birthday party. Tired, I stretched myself and began to walk back into the sitting room where Dustin still sat, eating the cake softly.

“You are still eating this; how big exactly do you want to get, huh?” I screamed at him, not bothering to hide my disgust at his behavior.

“I...”

I didn’t wait for him to finish; I walked toward him, took the cake in his hand, and dumped it on the tray; then afterward, I proceeded to take the tray to the kitchen, dump the remaining cake in the trash can before I went back into the sitting room to join him there,

“What was that for?” He told me softly, a tiny trace of anger laced through his voice.

His tone terrified me, but I swallowed hard and looked away from him, not giving him a chance to see the fear in my face.

“I am trying to protect your health; you should be a man for once,” I finally told him, with my voice a little unsteady.

“What do you mean, be a man? I am a man,” “No, you’re not,” I said flatly.
“Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I am; you humiliated me that night at the club so much I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me,” I said, moving over on the defensive side.

“Me?” He said, looking at me surprised, “I was the one you humiliated, frolicking with all the men that came your way.”

“But you sat there and did nothing; you did nothing as your fellow men, played with your wife, you should be ashamed of yourself, you big fat, tiny pricked fool,”

Then I knew I had said enough, I stood up and tried to leave, and he immediately rushed towards me and knelt, holding my right hand while tugging at it.

“I won’t do it again; please forgive me, honey,” he cried as he continued to tug at my hand.

I looked away from him, trying to hide the smile that lit up my face over what he was doing; I knew I had him then, under my crawls.

“I can’t look at you; you disgust me,” I said, hoping to push his limits and see what he would do about that.

“I am sorry, so sorry,” he cried.

I scoffed at him and moved away from him, walking towards the kitchen; when I reached the wall away from his view, I turned around immediately and looked at him; he was still on his knees, crying. A moment later, he stood, wiped his tears, and picked up the wine bottle on the table; he drank its content and staggered to the couch, still drinking it.

I shook my head in disappointment, my punishment against him was going as planned, but it was obvious there was no saving him to become a much better man. I turned and walked away.

.......

ONE YEAR LATER

I stood in the sitting room and looked out of the window, biting my nails hard as I waited for my package to arrive, It’s been one year since I took up the courage of turning my husband from Alpa male to a Beta male and the ride has been going up and down.

Sometimes he snaps, and somethings he does everything I command him to; our sex lire was still stuck the same way, three seconds, and the last he went a little more than that was when I bought a sex enhancement drug for him. Since then, it’s been nothing, and thus I have picked up Trayvon’s car then and began to communicate with him.

Today I told him to come over to the house; that was where I wanted him; I didn’t want to risk doing anything with him outside since I had much to lose.

I stood there waiting till I saw his car pull up; it was a sleek black Mercedes; he came out wearing a vintage sleeveless shirt, which clung to his body like a second skin.

He walked straight towards the house as if he was the one that owned the vast lands; there was a way he acted and carried himself as if he sucked up the whole air and the word revolved around him.

Before he knocked on the door, I opened it and watched his gaze travel through my body; I was wearing just a see-through shirt that barely reached my knee, I saw his breath increase a little, and I knew he liked what he saw.

Immediately he lifted me and began kissing me aggressively; he sank his tongue and mouth deep inside mine as if he wanted to taste every bit of me. Even though he carried me with his right hand, his left hand was touching me everywhere, fumbling through my breasts, holding my neck, choking me, and grabbing my butts so hard I could feel his nails dig deep into my skin.

“Here or the bedroom,” He said as he finally tore his mouth away from mine and looked at my flushed face.

“Bedroom,” I said hastily, grabbing his face and dripping kisses on it.

“Show me,”
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said hastily,

Blinded with lust, I led him towards the stairs; then up to the bedroom; immediately, the door opened; I tore my shirt and did his too.

“God, you are so starved,” he said softly. He doesn’t know how much, I said in my mind.

He carried me then and dumped me on the bed, climbing on top of it in quick succession and planting his mouth on mine, using his hands to rough handle me. He knew I didn’t want any gentleness, I had already told him making our phone conversation, and he was doing as I wanted.

He tore his mouth from me, and I groaned as if life essence had been torn from me, only to catch my breath the next minute as he sank his teeth into my breast, sucking my nipples and using his right fingers to go deep inside my already wet, anxious pussy.

It was a messy sight to see, his hands were forcing their way into me, thrusting and touching places that had been dormant for years, and his mouth was on my nipple, sucking at it as if he wanted to draw life out of it.

I laid there, shaking with pleasure and orgasms as he handled me expertly; soon, it wasn’t his fingers that were doing his thrusting; it was his big long cock, probably 11.5 sizes, and looked like a missile.

It was most likely a missile because it handled me like a missile, destroying all my defenses, fucking me senseless, and taking me towards the edge.

“Harder,” I said, grabbing his shoulder as he thrust deep inside me.

“Like this, yeah,” he said, slapping my huge breasts. “Yes, right there,” I screamed.

Laughing, he grabbed my legs and raised them; I could hear my legs crack and stretch, loving every bit of his onslaught. He continued to thrust deep inside of me till I was afraid he would destroy whatever was left inside there.

After a while, he removed his hip from mine and stood up; he strolled out of bed and began to wear his clothes again while I looked at him, shocked, confused and angry at the same time.

“What’s going on?” I asked him, sitting up from the bed. “I am dressing,”

“Why? We aren’t even done yet; you are yet to cum,” I said, close to tears. He was not planning to leave him here, stranded, getting more ready for his thrusts only to leave me hanging across the edge.

“I am done for today,” he said and reached for his shirt, wearing it softly, not bothering to look at me.

“Please don’t do this to me,” I cried, using the duvet to cover my face.

“I will fix another day for us; I just showed you how it’s going to be; I am the one in charge, not you,”

I hit my hands on the bed and glared at him. “So this is what it is, huh? A chance to show me you are the boss, huh? That’s all it is for you?”

He looked at me then, with a smirk on his face; he gently began to walk close to the bed, as a lion would do at a prey. His look was hungry, and I could feel him devouring me with his eyes even without touching me.

I moved slightly away from him, afraid and at the same time excited at what he had in mind. No man had such

power over me, not even when I wasn’t married yet; then I called the shot; I had the body that drove men crazy, ready to do anything I wanted.

But not Trayvon; it was as if he saw me as another prey, a prey he was fattening to kill when he wanted.

He reached towards the bed and raised his leg on it. I could feel my heart beating so hard I thought it would burst out. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair, drawing me closer to him forcefully, till I was faced close to him.

Then he did the most shocking thing, he raised his hand and slapped me, not soft nor hard, but enough to bring me back to my senses about who the boss was.

“I hate it when women talk back at me and despise it when they raise it; the only time you have the right to shout is when I am fucking you, is that clear?”

“Yes...yes..,” I blurted out while touching the cheek where he had hit me.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

Like someone under a spell, I opened it, and soon he spat into it, and I opened my eyes wide with shock.

“Swallow it,”

I paused for a minute, trying hard to analyze what was happening; everything was going too fast; a moment ago, I was getting pounded, and now I had been humiliated so much, I was close to tears.

“Do it before I leave,”

I closed my eyes and swallowed it; I saw him smiling at me when I opened my eyes back. He patted my cheeks softly and smiled.

“You did good, girl, I will reward you for that when next we meet,” he said and climbed back out of bed, heading towards the door, while I sat there on the bed transfixed and shocked over everything.

He opened the door and walked outside the room without bothering to look at me, heading outside.

“He’s not leaving me here, is he?” I asked myself out loud, still not believing what was happening. The sound of his

starting car made me realize that he was leaving; I ran towards the window and looked outside and saw him swerving across the pathway and making it towards the gate.

“You have to come back,” I said softly, close to tears.

Immediately I turned around and ran off, heading outside, naked and unbothered. I opened the door and stepped outside the courtyard, but his car was already leaving the gate; I stood there, looking at him as he left.

He horned a little in acknowledgment, letting me know that he saw me come out of the house naked.

I went back inside as the sun became too much on my body, I had stayed there naked, hoping he would come back and hold me, take me to bed, and fuck me like he was doing, but he didn’t.

I closed the door and placed my back to the door frame, breathing hard and fighting the tears. Gosh, I missed Trayvon, I wanted his touch, and he knew it, yet he left after humiliating me.

I didn’t care to be his slave, prey or toy, I just wanted him here, close to me, holding me like he did, kissing me like he did. I thought this wasn’t fair and wiped the tears that were beginning to roll down my eyes uncontrollably.

I dragged my feet towards the room, and climbed to the bed, smelling of sweat and my cum, I didn’t want to clean up myself yet, I wanted him with me, I wanted this sweat to still cling to my body, as a testament of the wild afternoon I just had, an afternoon better than the whole one I had for years.

I slept off while still crying. ..............

By night I still lay in the bed, not yet cleaned up, with the duvet covering my body.

“Ho...ney,” I heard the nervous voice of my husband.

“I ordered for pizza, came back and saw you sleeping, and I thought I should bring one up for you,” he finished.

“I want to be left alone,” I said, my voice croaked, thanks to crying through the better half of the afternoon.

“I can feed you if you want,” he said drawing close to the bed.

“I said get out!!” I shouted at him. “Honey you need to calm down,” he said softly.

“I said out,” I screamed.

“Why are you being so mean huh? You are my wire for crying out loud,” he said, raising his voice too.

I knew that over the past years I have taken him over the edge a large number of times, but he still stayed, trying to make me like me more, spending more and buying me ridiculous stuff, but he hasn’t changed his habits, he has added more weight, sex is now a luxury and he still spend the better part of his time playing games, and the whole thing was driving me insane.

“I am talking to you?” He said as he moved towards the bed and removed the duvet, and then he saw me naked, lying on the bed alone, “What’s going on here!” He asked?

I stood on the bed and towered over him, before I was much taller than him, but standing here on the bed, he looked so ridiculously small it made me want to laugh.

“Are you happy, now?” I told him, “Take a look at me Dustin, then look at you, I am so sex starved I am running out of my mind,”

“But we make love,” he said looking at the ground, unable to meet my gaze.

“With that?” I said pointing at his tiny little prick, “When was the last time we have sex, or made love, anything, when?”

He looked away, biting his lips, till I was sure he tasted blood.

“Gosh, you disgust me,” I said and walked down from the bed, I brushed past him and went inside the bathroom, when I entered I banged the door close .

“We can sort this out honey,” he said as he walked closer to the door, touching its handle softly: .

“GET OUT!!!” I Screamed, locking the door from the inside.

CHAPTER FOUR

For the next two days, I waited for Trayvon’s call or message but didn’t receive it; the one I sent was replied neither was the call returned right now I was barely on speaking terms with my husband, who kept on doing everything to know if he was going to win me back, but I didn’t care.

I ran the whole house almost alone, even cooking his meal, I loved cooking, and my husband never ate out; he had never eaten out for the past seven years. It was my little hold on him.

On the third day, the gate bell rang; confused, I walked to the intercom and saw a mail delivery guy at the gate; I

pressed the gate button with a frown on my face, and it opened.

I walked downstairs, wearing my red gown; I opened the door that led outside and waited till the delivery man, who was most likely in his early 30s; he was wearing a cap, and his T-shirt clung tightly to his body, and it reminded me so much about Trayvon, that I closed my eyes a bit, trying to bring myself under control. The delivery man stopped and gave me a box.

“What’s this?” I asked him, surprised, “I didn’t make an order,”

He smiled and touched his cap a bit, “Really? But the address said here, have a look,” the delivery man brought out his book, and I looked at it.

“There must have been a mistake,” “Too bad,”

Then my phone rang; I looked at it and saw Trayvon as the caller; a smile and excitement lit up my face immediately.

“Give me a minute, please,” I told the delivery man and turned around, “Where you, the one that sent the delivery man?” I asked him immediately.

“Yeah, take it,” he ordered.

"Okay," I said, I didn't know what he had done to me, but somehow his voice had a way of holding me under a spell, ready to do anything he wanted.

I turned and took the box from the delivery man; I walked towards the table and topped it.

"What's in it?" I asked, excited as my hands made their way to open the box.

"Don't touch it,"

I removed my hands immediately, as if the box was a molten iron, "What's that?" I asked him, surprised.

"That will come last; walk towards the delivery man," I did as I was told and then told him.
"Good, go on your knees,"
"What?" I asked him, shocked by his request.

"Go on your knees," he repeated, this time with a chilling tone I have heard him use before.

I looked at the delivery man, who was surprised by the whole thing; the shock on his face increased as I knelt in front of him.

"What's going on, ma'am?" The delivery man asked me as he drew back a bit.

"Give the phone to him," Trayvon told me.

I stretched out my hand and gave the phone to the delivery man, who looked at me, unsure whether to take it; after a moment's pause, he took it.

"Hello," he said slowly.

I didn't know what Trayvon told him, but I could see the delivery man's face move from surprise to excitement and then back to shock.

“You can’t be serious, right?” The delivery man asked him after Trayvon requested him to do something.

A few seconds later, the delivery man handed the phone back to me, and then his hands began to go to his waistline.

“What did you tell him,” I asked Trayvon, angry at him.

“That you will do him a favor by shucking his big dick,” Trayvon replied, not bothering to be cautious even for a bit.

“What?” I shouted

“Do it,” he said, “Now, and put the phone and speaker; I want to hear him cum and dump all his cum inside your mouth,”

His words shocked me more than I could imagine, “No, I won’t do it,”

“You don’t get the situation you are in, do you? I am the one in control, and I am going to treat you whatever ever I want because I know everything about you; I have your videos and all, now do as you say and suck his dick; you have ten seconds to start,”

I looked at the phone, shocked and dazed; I looked at the face of the delivery man and saw him grinning; he had removed his belt now, waiting for me to do the rest.

“NOW!!” Trayvon’s voice raged on the phone.

In a trance, I reached for the delivery man’s pants and began to unhook them slowly. I pulled down his pants and felt his penis bulging, excited already.

“And suck his cock, like you would do mine,” Trayvon said.

I closed my eyes and pulled out the delivery man’s dick, and it was long, a little bit close to the size of Trayvon. I grabbed at it and began to suck it.

“Good girl,” Trayvon said as he heard the gulping sounds made by my mouth as it moved through the delivery man’s cock.

The delivery man held my head and began to direct my mouth across his cock, and he began to push my mouth deeper into his dick till he began to deep throat me, fucking me on the mouth till my mouth ached.

I grabbed his lap for steady when he increased his tempo, hitting my throat walls so furiously I thought I would swallow his whole dick.

“I am cumming, and I am cumming, yeah,” he screamed.

Then it came, his full hot cum, pouring inside my stomach like raw milk. He pushed his cock deep inside my mouth, ensuring I swallowed every bit of his cum till there was nothing left.

Slowly he brought his cock out and began to hit it on my face to dry and cool off; he then moved it inside and smiled.

“That was insane, ma’am; I haven’t enjoyed it this long,” he said and withdrew his cock, and he began to tidy up.

“As always, I applaud you for doing amazingly well; now it’s time to check your package,” Trayvon said with his deep voice, now filled with warmth.

“Thanks, umm, Sir,” the delivery man said and turned around immediately, getting as far away from me as fast as possible.

“I hate you,” I told Trayvon on the phone while I still knelt day, still dazed to stand and move back into the sitting room.

“Trust me, I have a great love for you, now go take your present,” he said, and the mine went dead immediately.

I stayed there, still confused. After what felt like ages, I finally stood up, walked into the house, and closed the door. I took a look at the box on this table, but this time the excitement wasn’t there.

I felt intense fear and anticipation of what was inside the box that my hands began to shake uncontrollably.

“Control yourself, girl,” I told myself, breathing heavily.

I reached towards the box, stopped, raised my hands and found it shaking as if I had dipped it in a bucket full of ice. I rubbed it on my clothes, and it steadied it a little breath. Gently I placed my hands on the box lid and opened it while closing my eyes immediately, afraid that he might have put a bomb in it, I knew it was ridiculous to think of,

but with Trayvon, you just knew what to expect or what humiliation he was going to make you go through.

When I heard no blast or otherwise, I opened my eyes gently and looked inside the box, it was a box of filled with red things I couldn’t comprehend.

Confused, I looked at the side of the box and saw a paper that said, “Read me first.”

I took the paper and opened it, and saw the instruction. “Wear the clothes; you have 10 minutes to do that,”

I looked at the items in the box and then at the paper again; I dropped the paper, picked up the items, and then dropped it immediately.

“Was this what he called clothes? this are just...just..” I couldn’t have my self to say it out loud, it was a red bikini strapping, and a leather hose boot, and then something that looked like a leach, with a chain on it. I saw the letter strapped into it, opened it, and saw the second instructions.

“You are wasting too much time, wear it now unless I release our sex video, yes I videoed it, and sorry, only your

fave was visible,”

I dropped the letter immediately as if I touched fire; what was happening, thus, shouldn’t be happening to me. Whoever went to this much trouble to send this wasn’t joking around, and if he made true with his threat everybody would see my face, my husband will cut me off his life and wealth and that was the worse thing, not wearing this and looking like a rabid female dog for sex.

In less than 5 minutes, I was done wearing it, and it fitted me surprisingly well. It was as if he knew my exact measurement, and then it hit me, he didn’t set out to fuck me well on that day; what he cared about was checking my full measurement.

I looked at the letter which was hidden at the side of the box; I picked it up and looked at the instructions.

“You did well, now the last instruction is easy, inside the box contains a nose mask, wear it and move to your car,

drive at the mall, come take me to your house, you are already late, and I hate being kept waiting,”

“What?” I screamed, dropping the letter; this was just too much, go to the mall, dressed like this, almost naked, my pussy was almost out, the strapping I had on my breast barely closers my nipple, and he wanted me to move out with it? To drive with it.

I walked around the room, dressed like that, afraid and unsure of what to do, call his bluff, and have my videos posted on the internet, making me lose millions and be humiliated.

My phone rang then, and it jolted me back to my senses, it was him, and my heart ached. This was mad, I am mad, he was madder. I walked towards the table and picked up the car key, I was going to show him who the boss.

An hour later I arrived at the mall, and saw him sitting outside, with his legs crossed and a bag in his fee, what was inside there? I thought, looking at him.

He looked up then and saw me inside the car; it was easy; he could see through the windshield, just like every other person I met on the road had done. I had driven like crazy coming here, when I came back the first thing was to tell Dustin to change all the cars to tinted.

He had told me about that before but I refused, I wanted people to see me handling a bad ass car, but now it’s turned to become another of my humiliation.

.

I pressed the horn slightly for him to come to the car, but he ignored me, I did it again and he glared at me, he raised his finger up and beckoned on me to come out. I closed my eyes, trying my darndest not to scream my head out in frustration. Trayvon wants to be the end of me. I waited till I saw he wasn’t joking, breathing heavily, I stepped out of the cat, looking like a cartoon porn character with a nose mask on.

I could hear people close by catch their breath and gasp in shock, I closed my mind from them and went towards Trayvon who was now smiling softly now.

“It took you long enough, you will be punished for that, take the bag and move to the car,” he said and stood up, looking directly at my eyes “I always have a good choice picking stuff for women,”

“Fuck you?” I said in a muffled tone. “Remove the mask,” he said.
“No,” I replied him and began to live backwards. “You have crossed the rubicon now, woman, there’s no

going back,”

I closed my mind out to block the little onlookers nearby; he then grabbed my hand, brought me closer to himself, grabbed the nose mask, flung it off and stamped his mouth on mine, while rough handling my breasts.

“Go find a room, you slut,” a voice shouted, but I ignored it.

Soon the torture was over, Trayvon left me standing there and moved towards the car, unhurriedly as if he owned it, he opened it and went inside, hiding my head in shame I picked up the bag and went into the car.

“Take me to your house,” he said and closed his eyes off, shutting me from his world.

Not saying a word to him, I started the ignition and drove home.

CHAPTER FIVE

I laid on the bed, this time, not getting my hands tied to the bed, he had taken a cuff out of the bag and cuffed my hands together. He had another one which he used for my leg, but it didn’t bound it together, instead this one stretched my legs wild apart, and I wasn’t able to bring it together.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Experimenting,” he said and dug his hand into the bag and brought out a vibrator, and a dildo.

“What are you going to do with those?” I asked him, this time with my voice laced with fear, afraid of what he had in mind for me.

“You will see,” he said and began to walk close to me, he reached towards the bed, climbed it and began to work on my tear off the bikini till I was stark naked. He placed the huge black dildo and the vibrator together and then stopped abruptly.

“Oh I forgot,” he sad and smiled softly.

He climbed back down on the bed, reached his hand into the bag and began to search it, “Gotcha,” he said and brought his hand out of the bag, holding a, no not just a peg but three iron pegs with edges on its teeth.

“Don’t bring that monster close to me,” I said and began to twist on the bed, praying for a miracle to happen, for the bed to open up and swallow me, but nothing happened, instead he grinned and climbed onto the bed, without eating any time he used two of the pegs and held my nipples which was now so pointed, I thought it was going to burst.

“Ouch,” I said softly, at first I felt intense sharp pain there, but soon it began to subside and got replaced with pleasure, intense pleasure. I looked at him and caught him grinning, he didn’t grin or smile much, and I wished he did.

He bent forward, bent towards my throbbing pussy, sucked at it softly and then used the peg to attach on my pussy.

“Oh my God,” I screamed as the sensation washed through me.

“That’s more like it,” he said and took the vibrator beside him and switched it on, it’s sizzling noise filled the room, and with a devilish grin on his face he placed it on my pussy and began to move with it, rubbing it softly on it, driving me insane with pleasure as I laid there on the bed, twisting like a snake that was caught in a rats trap.

“St....o...p.....please....God you are driving me mad,” I said breathlessly as my blood went into different spasms. It was as if my whole cells were coming into life at once, taking its limits, except my eyes, everything in the room turned, the table was appearing double, Trayvon was almost invisible in my face.

I couldn’t speak again, my voice was cloaked as my inside burned with intense please, as if a molten lava was passing through.

“G......” I stammered, unable to finish what I was about to say, I wanted to him to stop, yet I couldn’t bring my mouth

to say it, he was taking me over the horizon, a place of intense orgasms. Then I felt it, the dildo or his real cock.

Then I didn’t know which was which, all I knew he had something big inserted inside of me, and it was thrusting too deep inside, nearing touching my womb, then I felt it again, this time it’s wasn’t just one thrusting inside of me, another had joined.

I forced my eyes wide open with all the strength in me and saw him fucking me with his pants down, he was fucking me, and he led the dildo with his right hand, inserting it inside my now stretching pussy and with the vibrator he was rubbing it around my clit which was still held with a peg.

I tried to bring down my hand and hold him, but the more I did the more the cuff locked, my body was shaking as it released its orgasms, again and again and again till it was weak with pleasure, unable to go again.

“What the fuck is going on,” I heard a voice say from the doorway.

Still stuck with the pleasure, I saw my eyes opening softly, dazed, it was my husband, he must be shocked shitless seeing his wife cuffed to the bed with a ravaging bull of a man hovering over, fucking her with every tool available at his disposal.

I tried to open my mouth and speak nothing came out, my voice was still cloaked with the intense pleasure running through me.

I looked at Trayvon and saw him move towards my husband, baring heading What they were saying.

“Look at your wife there, that’s her real self, my bitch, and I can do with her anything I wanted,”

“The Police, I...will call the police,” my husband stuttered, dazed to the bones.

“And then when you tell them about what you say they will laugh at you and call you a sissy,” Trayvon said and spanked my husband hard in the ass, dissetling him.

I tried to talk but could not do so, Trayvon found a way to keep the pegs still on me, with the dildo inside and the the

vibrator still placed just around my clit. It was pure torture.

“Did you see that, she still lay there, moaning to my touch, go over there and suck her pussy, this is your only chance of having her in this position,”

“But...”

Trayvon spanked my husband’s ass again and this time his face flustered pink, “Go over the you idiot, and take your clothes off while at it alright,”

Dustin did as he was told, removing his clothes till he was naked, he looked around the room, shocked and afraid, and after a while he began to move towards theme, he removed the dildo and began to lick my pussy well.

“Oh God,” I cried, closing my eyes as my husband’s mouth joined to take me through the wheels of intense torture and pleasure.

“Suck it hard, you fool,” Trayvon shouted and Dustin listened, increasing the tempo of his lick tile my legs and laps began to shake rapidly.

I could feel my husband stop, he turned his back and found Trayvon touching his ass softly.

“I didn’t tell you to stop you idiot, continue sucking her pussy,” Trayvon shouted at him.

“But...I’m not bi,” Dustin cried.

“So says the others,” immediately, Trayvon inserted the dildo inside my husband's anal hole, thrusting it in slowly at first, while my husband cried with a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure.

“Continue sucking her pussy, till I tell you to stop,” Trayvon shouted, and my husband nodded immediately while he went back to sucking my pussy, as he did could feel his tears fall on my laps.

Even under the duress of the pleasure tools, I couldn’t stop myself from smiking as my husband sucked my dick, while whimpering due to the intense thrust going on in his anal hole.

“Stop,” Trayvon said a few moments later after removing the dildo from Dustin’s anal hole and Dustin did, moving a

little bit from the bed, holding his legs together, with tears of humiliation dripping down his eyes .

“We are not done yet,” Trayvon said and moved towards me, he forced my mouth open and began to fuck my mouth with his cock, this time more furious than he did the first time.

It was not less than 24hrs the delivery man had dumped his cum inside of me, and here again it was Trayvon, fucking my mouth to do the same thing. Lying there with my mouth open and my husband sobbing unashamedly, it felt like nothing can ever shock me again, and thus was ready for anything.

I could feel Trayvon cumming now, I lay there, anticipating his cum but just in the last minute he distanced himself from me and dumbed his cum on my stomach and breast, splattering it all over my body.

“Yes,” he sighed, as if he has ran a thousand mile, he turned his face at my husband and chuckled, “Remove the pegs on her body,”,

Like someone under a trance, my husband knelt down and walked close to me, then he began to remove the pegs. When he was done, he kept it on the side of the bed and tried to drawback.

“Lick off all the cum on her body,” Trayvon said, looking straight at my husband’s eyes as if willing him to say no or disobey him.

My husband looked at him and the dark intent gaze of Trayvon shocked him, that he didn’t have the courage in him to say no, he stared at my body, then at my face which was also staring at him, willing him to say no.

He began to draw backwards a bit, afraid and unwilling to do it while shaking.

I turned to look at Trayvon and saw his intent gaze now looking at me.

“Tell him to it, he has just ten seconds,” he told me, with the tone of his which showed me that he wasn’t playing around.

“No, no,” my husband cried and moved farther away from the bed.

“Six seconds,” Trayvon’s voice said, this time with anger laced through it.

“Honey, please,” I bagged Dustin, knowing what Trayvon was capable of doing.

“I fucked you through the ass, and you will lick my cum, now,” Trayvon said, “If you don’t I will tie you up on the bed, you are no match for me, and then I will make you watch as I fuck your wife, and after that I will take my turn with you, fucking you in so many ways you won’t ever use you legs to walk?”

“No!!” My husband cried, using his hands to cover his ears. “The cum is drying up, 3 seconds,” Trayvon shouted.

And that struck a nerve for Dustin, he rushed towards his cum on my body l, like a ravaged dog, he licked it all off, one by one, crying as he did so,

“Suck her mouth when you are done,” Trayvon said as he sat on the side of the bed, watching my husband rush through the cum on my body.

Soon my husband was done with the cum and he was kissing me then, roughly, as if using that as a message to tell me I was the cause of all this.

I know my husband and knew when he enjoyed things happening around him, he enjoyed this, that I was sure of, and so did I.

As he kissed me he made sure he dumped enough of his spit inside my mouth, forcing me to swallow it.

Then Trayvon grabbed him out of the way and pushed him aside, he proceeded to fuck me then, not gentle, but like a look treating through its prey, he fucked me like a monster, grabbing my breast and fumbling it hard till I couldn’t take it anymore.

Each of his thrusts stretched my legs more, threw me through edge, confused, bruised and tattered. I will give it to him he has the strength and capabilities of a god.

He turned my around on the bed, stretched my legs wider and continued to fuck me there, in front of my husband while I lay beneath him begging for him not to stop, telling him to thrust himself more harder inside of my waiting pussy.

My words did the magic as he increased his speed, pinning my waist into bed, thus giving me little or no chance to move around but rather to stay beneath there, talking my hard thrusts.

“I am cumming, yes, right,” he said and dumped the cum inside my pussy while I did too.We stayed there for minutes unmoving, then I felt Trayvon turned towards Dustin.

“I wanted to have her before you, go ahead and fuck her, she’s yours,”

Slowly Dustin walked towards the side of the bed where I still lay face down, and began to fuck me softly with the tiny little penis of his; it was so small I felt it was Trayvon’s little finger working the magic inside my pussy.

“We have a lot of work today Mr. Dustin, a lot to teach you, I am going to make a good sex gods out of you two, all the same, enjoy yourself ,” Trayvon said as he wore the last piece of his equipment inside the bag he cane with.

“Are you leaving?” My husband’s voice called out before Trayvon could leave the door.

I could have sweared I heard a tiny trace of disappointment in my husband’s voice, does it mean he likes this humiliation?

“Yes I am, take your title and be with you bitch,” he said and walked out of the door, leaving me and my husband, lying on the bed after being fucked by a stranger.

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Dustin said softly.

“The feeling is mutual,” I said slowly, closing my eyes, allowing the humiliation, ecstasy and the excitement of the past 24 hours to wash through my body.