The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next five days were a blur. She felt unsteady due to her new center of gravity, and achy … not just her chest, but her whole body due to her menstrual cycle. Her mental state, which she came to call “cotton-head,” got a little better, but she seemed dull and lackadaisical. She refused to watch daytime TV, and the free books she had ed simply weren’t very good. When Ivan came home to dinner on Monday, she tried once again to talk him into sharing his computer info with her; but he (his voice verging on stern) told her in no uncertain that he allowed no one … no one … to use his computer system, and he needed the laptop at his office.

Dinah had attended courses in Van Nuys, at Marian and Saint Cyril, and she’d earned her “Early Childhood Education” certificate while a novice. She yearned to use it. But it was too late to apply for fall teaching positions; and Ivan said she could earn much more from the secretarial job than she could by substitute teaching. She relented, of course. There was an interview appointment for the following Monday.

She wasn’t really in the mood to go shopping, but it was more than necessary … it was essential that she have some clothing that actually fit. Picking out the proper bra in the department store was an hour-long ordeal; with the sales lady voicing numerous opinions, and Ivan having to approve … which he most often did not. In the end, Dinah was the reluctant owner of a sports bra, which he later told her she could wear only around the apartment or exercising, and four “everyday bras.” She had absolutely zero experience with underwire. Ivan finally made it plain to the sales gal. For the very first time, Dinah had cleavage; and by God, she was going to show it off. The retailer was not appreciative of that concept; but all she could really do was consent, however reluctantly, with the customer.

There were five blouses; once again designed to show off a girl’s breasts to best effect. Dinah had never studied necklines before: square, scooped, V-neck, portrait. However, she would have to take in the larger garments’ waists herself … and since there was no sewing machine, she’d have to do it by hand; so, she spent another half hour in the sewing department matching threads and buying the necessary items. Five skirts were also added to the haul. Five hundred bucks, in all.

Five days after the operation, while Ivan was at work, she filled the bathtub with water that was almost too hot, and she settled into aquatic heaven, adding more until the level was a scant inch from the top of the tub when she submerged herself to her chin. Her new breasts were like a set of giant water-wings, floating and bobbing and drifting. She drowsed, unmindful of time, until she realized the water had become cold; and she got out of the tub and refilled it; then got back in again.

There was something small floating beside her, and she gently plucked it from the water’s surface and examined it carefully. It was one of the tiny butterfly bandages. And so, she scrubbed softly, carefully, until they all came off. It felt amazing! No more itching! No more irritation every time her breasts swung from side to side … which was almost constantly. The achiness was almost gone; and slowly, slowly, she was beginning to get used to their continual heaviness and awkward bulk.

Whether Ivan was there in time for dinner or not, her evenings always culminated with her listening to Jimmy’s voice on the laptop through the headphones. Sometimes, she thought the recordings were repeated from a previous session; but since she was almost immediately asleep, she couldn’t really be sure. However, most of the time, she knew they were new recent … and obviously recorded just for her by her doctor … and her very good friend. She couldn’t believe he was so accommodating! He had gone to the trouble of recording these sessions just for her. She sometimes found that the empty place below her belly particularly yearned for his voice; and when she imagined that special timber behind his basso speech, it would sometimes even throb.

On occasion, Ivan would wake her up for bed; though usually not. However, he would always loosen her clothing while she was inside Jimmy’s trance; and often, she would awaken with her breasts fully exposed.

She began having sexual dreams. A man … she could never any faces after she woke up … would often lead her somewhere, or tell her to do something, or command her to stand still while he touched her. In her dreams, she was always naked, but never alone. People constantly wanted something. She had to give them what they desired … what they needed. It was her goal in life. It was her place in the universe. She was compelled to give them what they required. And what they required was pleasure.

Ivan hadn’t taken her sexually since their wedding night. There could be only one reason for that: she was doing something wrong; something to displease him. She couldn’t really ask HIM about it … he would undoubtedly be stern, and she certainly didn’t want that dreaded tone of voice. If only she could talk to Beth and Tina. They were her friends. They could advise her. Their time together was something that she would always cherish in her memory. But … when she thought too much about it, she cried; and so, she tried not to.

When Saturday came around, she thought about it as just another day … never realizing it would include a particularly momentous event. She fixed him an omelet and sausage, with a biscuit; fixing herself a scrambled egg, which she enjoyed. Ivan had to go out, which was certainly not unexpected. And so, she settled into the cushioned chair in the living room, working on one of the blouses with a seam ripper, pins and a needle and thread while listening to a music channel on the TV.

Ivan returned in the early afternoon and handed her a small shopping bag. Tucked inside, and covered with blue tissue paper, was a deep green satin robe. She squealed with surprise and kissed him on the cheek in thanks. The robe was short, and cut in a style she had never seen. But when he told her to go in the bedroom, take off her clothes and put it on for him, she blushed and ran to do his bidding. She’d never known him to be romantic! This was obviously a prelude to a sexual encounter! Her wifely duty! Oh, thank God she had bathed and shaved that morning before he got up! She ducked into the bathroom, used it, then used a washcloth between her legs as a final preparation. Several swipes with a brush made her hair shine and bounce against her bare shoulders.

The robe was a bit of a conundrum at first, but she finally figured it out. Each half of the front of the thing was designed to go between her breasts before a belt held it together at the waist, thus separating and displaying the mammaries as individual exhibitions. The garment’s hemline hit just above her knees. The feeling of the fabric against her bare skin and nipples was something she’d never experienced before.

Shy and blushing, she made her way back out to the living room, only to find him standing with his back turned to her, talking in a low voice on his cell phone. “Yes,” he murmured darkly. “Now. Yes, I understand. Yes, just as we agreed upon. Okay. Bye.”

He turned back toward her, and his eyes swept up and down her body. He made a little swirling motion with a forefinger; and, blushing, she turned around in a 360-degree circle for him. He nodded appreciatively. “Very good. I did well. It fits exactly the way I envisioned.” He hadn’t really been smiling; but now, he frowned. “I’ve been called away for work. Sorry about that. But, before I go, I have to have something from Ted. I need you to go do it. Now.”

She blinked. “Who?”

“Ted. Next door. Our neighbor. He told me that you’d met him.”

She frowned. “Oh.” She paused, thinking. “Yes. Yes, we’ve met.”

He handed her something, and she reached out and took it automatically. It was some sort of flat computer peripheral, roughly twice the size of a deck of cards. There were a few places on the edges of the thing for cables to plug into. “He tells me that he can fix this in five minutes. I have to have it. While you’re gone, I’ll print out what I need. Go now. Hurry!”

She took a step toward the bedroom. “I’ll just ….”

“No! Now!”

She looked down at herself. “Ivan … I can’t go like ….”

“Dinah!” he roared, making her flinch. Oh, gosh! This was worse than stern! This was … she didn’t even want to think of a word for it. Open-mouthed and shocked, she looked down at the sexy (there was no other term for it) robe, and at the device in her hand. The air seemed to go out of her. Slowly, she turned toward the apartment door. “Here!” he barked; and she turned back to face him and accept an apartment door key. “I don’t want you to get accidently locked out.”

There were no pockets. Holding the key in one hand and the computer thingy in the other, she somehow got the entrance open. The door had a pneumatic closing cylinder, and it shut behind her. As fate had it, the hallway was deserted; and heaving a huge sigh of relief, she padded barefoot to the door next to theirs … the one she had seen Ted open when she’d met him on the day she first arrived. There was no doorbell, and she knocked. He must have been waiting, and when he jerked the entrance open immediately, she jumped and gave a little “eek” of a sound.

She stood facing him, breathing deeply from the little fright he had given her and blushing furiously, unable to take her eyes off of his face … as HIS eyes seemed to take in every inch of her. “Ho-lee shit!” he breathed in a whisper. His eyes raked her body again and again. “Holy goddam fuck!” And his gaze settled and froze on her face. She couldn’t seem to figure out why, until she felt the teardrop make its way slowly down her left cheek. He moved toward her, but her feet refused to move … until an arm around her waist pulled her body forward; and, bare feet shuffling, she was drawn into the apartment.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me for leaving you out there. I didn’t … um … realize you were ….” And the words softly dwindled away into nothing. He was in front of her once more. She could feel his eyes. It should have just been a goofy phrase; but she could literally FEEL them! Was it just her imagination? She could feel his longing, his arousal, his NEED. It seemed to surround her. She felt it … she actually did! His voice tried again. “Did you …? Um … have you …? You didn’t used to be … um ….” And it faded away again.

She was doing this to him. She realized that it wasn’t his fault; it was hers. He was simply acting like a man. She was the cause, he was the effect. She was the stimulus, he was the response. She was causing him discomfort and confusion. She was feeling a jumbled collage of emotions, all writhing and swelling and colliding with each other. But underneath them all was the overriding desire to help him … to give him what he needed to overpower and conquer these things she was doing to him. And, if overpowering and conquering HER was the only solution to those problems, then she would just have to help him accomplish that. While all these thoughts meandered through her mind, she was standing there, her right hand held out to him, the computer device in her palm, offering it.

Finally becoming cognizant of the situation, he reached forward and took the thing. He turned away from her and went to the kitchen counter, where he deposited the gizmo on its surface, worked for fifteen seconds with a screwdriver; then he stepped back away from it. “This is going to take longer than I thought,” he said, a touch too loudly. “Come here. I’ll show you.”

“I don’t know anything about it,” she responded, scarcely above a whisper.

“I need you to see.”

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the counter and looked down at it. It had been pried into two pieces, now lying next to each other. One half appeared to be a plastic cover, while the other was filled with a circuit board, wires and computer chips.

“I really don’t know what I’m looking ….”

And she froze as she felt his body press into hers from behind. His hands were placed flat on the countertop on either side of her upper hips, and her body was trapped in his arms as he pushed his chest and his stomach and his groin and his thighs against her; and she felt him all along her back and her lumbar and her buttocks and her calves. His face was parting the curtain of her hair on the right side of her head, and his lips were just under her ear. “I cannot resist you,” he breathed, making her shudder involuntarily.

“Ted ….” She whispered.

His right hand left the countertop and slid up her front, slipping beneath the satin of the robe to clutch the spongy softness of her left breast. “You are magnificent,” he breathed again. “I have to feel you.”

A dull fluid shock throbbed throughout her being, from her kneaded breast to the hollow place below her belly to the tip of her toes; her body seemed to pulse in the grasp of his arms. “I … I shouldn’t have come to you like this,” she tried to say without moaning. “This was too much. This is my fault.”

Pressure on the clutched breast caused her entire body to spin to her right, shuffling in place, twisting, until it was her front that was pressed into his. He reluctantly let go of the breast, and she ballooned against his chest as his arms encircled her waist and lower back. Her arms were above his, and her hands seemed to find a natural resting place on his biceps. She had nowhere to go. His nose was touching hers; the surface of his lips gently brushing the surface of hers. “I must kiss you. I have to.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

She closed her eyes as he kissed, though she didn’t really know why. It just seemed the natural thing to do. Ivan had kissed her … but never like this. She became aware that time was meaningless; and she wasn’t really sure when the tongue was there. In her twenty-one years of life, the only tongue that had ever been in her mouth was her own; so, to say this was new was a bit of an understatement. She responded with seemingly automatic reactions, and the kiss just drifted on and on.

She was breathing hard when it ended. He kept her trapped against the counter, but he was doing something behind her back that she couldn’t see. At last, keeping her pinned, he raised a cell phone to his right ear. “It’s me. No, it’s going to take me longer than I thought. I’d like her to wait until I’m done; would that be okay? Yes. Yes, I’ll tell her.” And he touched a button on the phone with a thumb tip and set it down. He had been looking down into her eyes during the conversation, and he didn’t shift his gaze afterwards. “He says he has to go into work. He won’t be back until six.”

“Yes,” she said softly; though, of course, that didn’t make any sense. For the first time, she realized that the robe’s belt had been untied, and that both breasts were completely bare. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.

“I have to have you, Dinah.”

“Yes, I know.”

“I don’t want you to think me a rapist.”

A tiny smile flitted along her lips, but it didn’t tarry. She felt the hardness of his cock throb through his khaki tros against her lower belly. “I don’t. You’re not. This is my fault. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I shouldn’t have come.”

He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. It was clean, and the covers had been pulled neatly back at one side, as if he had expected her and was trying to impress. The robe was still open, and he gently slipped it from both shoulders simultaneously, letting it pool at her feet. He pulled his tee shirt over his head, and then he took her into his arms again. After the kiss had gone on a while, he reached up with both hands, grasped her wrists, and lifted them over his shoulders before letting them go. She stood and tiptoe while wrapping her arms around his neck, and his hands were suddenly everywhere, petting and kneading and stroking. She allowed a moan to leak from her throat as he pinched and rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Somehow, she was in the bed on her back, and his nibbling and sucking lips were at her neck, all around her breasts, and finally the nipple. She was losing time again. Her legs were over his shoulders, her thighs against his ears and his tongue was … was … OH!

She exploded. It was as if every single muscle in her body was a rubber band being wound overly-tight; and then, all of those rubber bands broke simultaneously. It was like needing to sneeze and not quite being able to. And then, suddenly, realizing that there was nothing you could do to prevent it. And then, suddenly, it happened.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her hands clutching his head irrepressibly. She cried out, and tried to move his face away as the feeling threatened to crush her; her entire body feeling as if she had been plugged into an electric outlet. He relented and moved his mouth away, and her entire being relaxed and collapsed. He was crawling up alongside her body in the bed until his face was looking and grinning into hers.

“Wha … What … What did you just do to me?” she gasped.

A massive smile filled his features. “You’ve never felt that before?”

Eyes huge, lungs gasping, mind spinning like a top, she shook her head. He looked like a little boy who had just finished a task that everybody had told him he couldn’t accomplish. She had never seen a man so happy and proud of himself. He kissed her again. What was that taste? It was sharp and pungent and unique. But the answer was obvious. It was her. She was tasting what he was tasting. She was tasting herself. It was a thought that wasn’t still; it bounced and flittered in her head. She told herself that it was the kiss itself that was most important, not the taste.

He broke it and backed away a scant inch. “Touch me,” he ordered. Her hand immediately ran along his arm and bare side. He laughed at her. “Touch my cock!”

Blushing at her naiveté, she reached down and grasp him. When had he taken off his pants? He was naked; they both were. She could only touching Ivan’s cock once; on their wedding night when he ordered her to “guide him in.” She couldn’t really their first two times. She had been drunk the first night. And the following week, he had given her a pill “to help relax her.” She supposed it had worked, but it made her feel all muzzy. And when they had awakened the next morning, her vagina was oozing all of that white stuff.

“Stroke it,” Ted ordered. She pulled on it. He rolled to his side, reached down, surrounded her hand with his own, and guided it. “Relax your grip a little. Yes. Just like that. This is the way. Mmmm. That feels great. Keep doing that.”

“It’s so hot. And so hard.”

“I’m not going to last very long. You’re too sexy. I’m going to have to take you now.”

“Yes,” she said. “I know.”

“You’re okay with this?”

Why did he keep going on about that? “I’ve told you. The reason you’re … um … like this is because of me. I came here like this. I tempted you. It’s not your fault.”

He moved his body above her and she spread her legs wide. He rocked back on his knees a little, reached down between them, and she sensed him spreading her, pushing into her. Lowering himself, settling into her body, her breasts, she felt the soft/hard shaft moving deeper, deeper; stretching her inner self as it went. She groaned.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop!”

“Okay.”

Stretching. Deeper, deeper. “I belong to you,” she said softly.

“What?”

“You are inside me. I belong to you while you’re inside me.”

“Holy goddam fuck,” he murmured to himself. He began stroking in and out. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”

“Don’t stop.” This wasn’t like Ivan at all. This wasn’t violent. This was gentle. His body was insistent while also being tender. It was like he was stroking a cat, and her body was beginning to purr. Oh, this was nice. How long? How long would it go on? She wanted him to be satisfied, but she really wouldn’t mind if it went on and on and on for a while longer. But then, all the muscles in his back became tense and his cock swelled inside her. And she knew. This was it. This was the reason nature had meant for her to exist. Her body was for his pleasure, and this was her purpose for being. Her right hand came up and held the back of his head. “Yes!” she whispered in his ear. And she felt him throb. And throb. And throb.

She tried to take stock of her surroundings, but simply felt too comfortable in his embrace to move. “If I close my eyes, I’ll fall asleep,” she murmured, not really meaning to say it out loud.

He rolled a little to his right in an effort to relieve the pressure of his body on hers. “Go ahead. Let’s rest a bit.”

“But Ivan ….”

“He said he’d be gone until six. We have all day.”

“Okay.”

She opened her eyes and looked past him at the sunshine streaming into the room through the window. Her left leg was numb, and she wriggled her toes in an effort to improve circulation; and his body stirred. “Hi there, pretty lady.”

She moved her lower body back and forth an inch. “You … You’re still inside me.”

“Mmm.”

“I still belong to you.” It was a statement of fact. She didn’t question where the fact had come from.

He drew back a little and looked into her eyes, smiling. Smoothly, he rolled back fully atop her, freeing her left leg but squishing her breasts against his chest. “Then you will let me kiss you again.”

“Yes.”

As the kiss went on … and on and on, she felt him begin to swell inside her. He stroked once, out and then in. He was much smaller than he had been before, but that began to change. He did it again: out and in. He broke the kiss, but put is lips to the base of her ear, and he nibbled her, making her squirm and moan. For some reason, that especially excited him, and he swelled further. After some indeterminant period of time, he was pounding her. This was the way Ivan did it. Hard and fast. Forcefully. She vaguely ed this from the first two times; and definitely that last time, on the floor of their cabin on the ship; their wedding night. But this was so, so different. There was no friction now … no pulling and scraping … no pain. Now, she was slippery oily slimy slick; and while he was being forceful … almost brutal … there was no pain whatsoever. In point of fact, she was really beginning to like it. This was his desire. This was his need.

And she thought: This is my purpose.

Just as before, all of his muscles seemed to tense, then seize. He crammed fully inside her yielding body. He swelled. He throbbed. She heard a cry before realizing that it was her own. And she wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he clutched and shivered and throbbed some more. She felt suddenly empty as he rolled fully off of her, and he lay on his back beside her, gasping.

“Oh my gosh,” she moaned. “I’m leaking! You’re dripping out of me! I’m making a mess!”

“It’s okay,” he answered softly between breaths. “Tomorrow’s laundry day, anyway. But there are hand towels in the bathroom, if you really want one.” He waved a hand in the direction of an open door.

In the bathroom, she forsook the towel for a box of tissues, and she swabbed herself, then stuffed a fistful between her legs. Back at the bed, she used more to try and soak up the puddle she had left. He rolled toward her and tried to grab the hand, but she pulled away.

“I have to go. I need to do some sewing this weekend, and I have to fix dinner for Ivan. What about the computer thingy?”

That made him laugh loudly. “Ah, yes. That. Just tell him I still haven’t fixed it. He can come over and get it if he wants.”

As he was saying that, she was working with the satin robe. Despite being on the floor, it was still unwrinkled. She worked it between her breasts as she wrapped it around herself and held it all together with the belt sash. She looked around. “Where did I put my key?” she asked.

“It’s on the kitchen counter,” he replied. “Come and kiss me goodbye.”

“No.” She didn’t putting the key down.

“Why not?” he asked, smiling.

“Because you don’t need it.” She turned to walk out of the bedroom.

“Stop!” he commanded, and she did, watching as he rolled out of bed and strode to her. He put his arms around her and pulled her into an embrace. “Are you telling me that you fucked me because … what? … because I needed it?”

She looked up into his eyes. “Yes. Exactly.”

His smile was light, intimate. “I need your kiss. I really, really need it.”

That made her smile, too. She stood patiently while his face lowered to hers, and she allowed the kiss to continue for a full minute, even putting her arms around his neck before it was over.

“Wait for me,” he ordered; and he released her and hurriedly pulled on a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and a pair of sandals, before taking her hand and leading her toward the front door, pausing only to pick up the key. He motioned her to wait while he checked the hallway; and, finding it deserted, he went with her to her door and paused until she’d unlocked it and gone inside.

It was three o’clock in the afternoon, and she spent a full hour in the bathroom, cleansing herself thoroughly, including a shower and shampoo. Through a premonition, she checked the new robe carefully and discovered a spot. It didn’t take a detective to figure it out. Ted’s cock had dribbled a little during that goodbye kiss. She gently worked with soap and warm water to get it clean, then hung it up to dry. She put on a pair of shorts and Ivan’s giant tee shirt, which had become her favorite ensemble around the apartment; and she got back to work taking in the waistlines of the blouses while listening to music on the TV. The phone rang, and Ivan told her that he’d back late, and that he’d eat dinner out tonight.

She was hungry, having skipped lunch; and so, she fixed herself a peanut butter sandwich for dinner, then watched TV until he came home. Immediately, she told him that she had something to talk to him about, and she confessed that Ted had seduced her sexually, taking full blame for the incident herself. She was expecting a reaction, and would not have been surprised if he had responded to her ission with violence; but he barely even shrugged.

“Typical,” he said sadly, shaking his head woefully. “A woman is a sometime thing.”

She blinked her eyes slowly. Was he quoting something? “Ivan,” she said quietly, cautiously. “I don’t know what that means.”

He heaved a sigh. “It means that you have achieved my expectations of you. You are just another female, like all the rest. I have received another email from your hypnotist friend. Go sit in your chair. I’ll bring you the laptop when I’ve loaded the file.”

She backed away from him a few steps, then turned and ran to the living room chair and curled up in it. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, but all she wished to do was escape from the reality of this utterly confusing day. She had obviously betrayed her husband; but what else could she possibly have done, given the circumstances? She’d wanted to go change out of the robe before going next door, but Ivan had stopped her from doing so. And what other possible response was there, considering Ted’s bold actions? Should she have fought him? She had rarely ever argued with another individual, much less opposed an action using force. She had always yielded; always capitulated; always surrendered. It was her very nature.

The one thing she had not told Ivan about was the feeling she had experienced when Ted touched and licked her between her legs. She had read about orgasms before, of course; but she had just assumed that it was simply a pleasant feeling where women were concerned. With men, of course, it had to be different. Human reproduction depended on some feeling that would guarantee species survival. But what had happened to her today was a devastatingly intense source of pleasure that had left her happily lethargic and goofily cooperative. She was glad that she had experienced it once in her life … for once was all it would ever be. She must never, ever let something like that happen again.

Ivan was handing her the headphones. She was glad that he wasn’t reacting violently to her confession … but she sort of wished he had responded a little more gruffly. It was almost as if he didn’t care. And the idea that all women were bad, and that she had just been another bad girl amongst them, seemed somehow condescending to women as a whole. Is that all she really was? She wanted to talk to Beth about it … or talk to Jimmy. Ah, that would be the best thing in the world; to talk to Jimmy. Listening to him was wonderful. It was the only bright spot in her day. Like he was talking to her now … commanding her to listen, to relax, to float away. She wanted to tell to him, to explain to him what had happened to her today. What was it again? Oh, it didn’t matter, anyway. The only thing that mattered was Jimmy’s voice. Hearing Jimmy. Loving Jimmy. Obeying Jimmy.

Monday started out being a whirlwind of monumentally mundane tasks. She realized that they were all important … Ivan had told her they were. For the very first time, he had her listen to one of Jimmy’s recordings after breakfast. And, before she knew it, she was in his car, dressed in one of her new outfits, and Ivan was driving them someplace. It was something to do with work; but this time, he was taking her along. How strange. This wasn’t Fortification Insurance Corporation, where he worked … this was Fourth World Underwriters Corporation, and they were in Glendale. She dared to ask, and he told her that insurance companies often shared client data.

He parked in a visitor’s parking place, but before he went inside or explained why she was there, he put his laptop on her lap and the headphones on her head, and she was listening to Jimmy all over again. It was very confusing. But she could never say no to another session with Jimmy.

And then, they were inside and talking to somebody … a nice lady, who was explaining something; though, looking back at it, she couldn’t quite what it was she had said. And then, suddenly, they were with another lady. She didn’t even know what a Notary Public was. But she was g something. Documents of some sort. Ivan told her it was necessary, so she did it without hesitation; g again and again, wherever he pointed. The woman was apologizing for something; saying over and over again that she was sorry about something. Sorry for her loss. What the heck was that all about? She hadn’t lost anything or done something to be sorry about! It was all silly and unimportant, so she ignored it.

Finally, back in the car, Ivan drove through a fast-food place; and once again, he bought her two small cheeseburgers, an order of fries and a soda without asking her. They ate in the car, in the shade of a tree in some park. When she didn’t eat her second burger, he consumed it. And, when they were finished, he had her watch another of Jimmy’s recordings. It was very peaceful … very relaxing.

Next was her job interview. She really needed to get that job! It was very, very important. Ivan told her that it was essential … not only that she be hired, but that she do everything in her power to KEEP the job, once she got it. They had to have the money! They needed it more than anything!

The man who required a secretary kept talking directly to her breasts. She didn’t blame him in the least. The underwire bra and scooped-neck blouse put the tops of them on full display, so it was only natural that he did so. She had to keep repeating herself. Yes, she could type and use the word processing and spreadsheet programs he had. Yes, she could stay late when he needed her. Yes, she would go above and beyond in order to help him in the office. Anything … she’d do anything! That’s because she needed … she really needed … this job. Oh, wonderful! He had hired her! (He had expressly said so, directly to her breasts.) She would start tomorrow!

Ivan had to stop for gas. Inside the little shop, he had purchased a foot-long sandwich and a bag of chips. They ate while watching a movie on streaming, and it was actually pretty good: something about three kids helping an alien get back to his spaceship in somebody’s barn before the government could find it. Afterward, she listened to Jimmy again, and Ivan even woke her up so she could sleep in the bed. She dreamed of faceless men.

She awoke at 6:30, showered, shaved herself, did her hair and put on her new clothes. Ivan (the dear!) walked her to the bus stop, giving her explicit instructions on how to get to her new place of employment. He had even written everything down. Her new boss greeted her breasts enthusiastically, showed her to her desk, and explained her duties. She was the only employee, and she had to answer the phone and do all the office tasks, along with entering the data from hundreds of forms into a spreadsheet program. She lost track of time, and before she realized it, she had worked through lunch. Her boss brought her a sandwich from the deli next door. How sweet!

It was afternoon when he told her that he needed her in his office, and she hurried through the door and directly into his arms. “Mr. Grandon!” she managed to scream in soft onition. “What are you do….” And his lips were suddenly on hers, his arms crushing the breath from her lungs. He was much larger than she, and his harsh embrace physically lifted her feet from the floor. Her hands were clutching his arms in an effort to maintain balance.

His mouth left hers and began nibbling, licking and sucking at the side of her neck, just under her left ear, sending shock-like tingles up and down her body. She tried to take in enough air to speak. “Mr. Grandon, I … I’m married! I ….”

“My wife!” he groaned loudly.

“What?”

“My wife! She won’t do this! She doesn’t understand! How can I function? How can I do what needs to be done? Don’t you see? Can’t anyone comprehend?”

“But, Mr. Grandon!”

His hands were all over her; her sides and her back and her breasts. Especially her breasts; kneading and petting and pinching. “You told me how much you wanted to help me … told me how much extra you would do for me … told me how much you needed this job!”

She blinked and her breath caught. “Yes! Mr. Grandon, you … you just really shocked me, that’s all. I … I didn’t know how much you … um … how much you needed me. I understand. This isn’t your fault. The way I’m dressed, you thought I was …. OH!”

As she spoke, his right fingers were busy at the row of buttons at the front of her blouse. In a remarkably short period, he had them all undone; and then, his right palm was against the flesh of her right side, stroking up to her breasts. He was kissing her again. Steady on her feet once more, his hands had given a single little jerk, and her blouse was completely pulled free of the skirt’s waistband. His hands were both busy behind her, and with an emphatic release of pressure, the brassiere was no longer hooked at her back. It felt wondrously good.

He backed away a half step and let go; and while she staggered and tried not to fall, his hands did something in a one-two sort of cadence that she couldn’t seem to follow. The blouse went sailing one way, while the bra flew another. She was back in his arms … sort of. One arm was wrapped entirely around her, and both hands were at her right hip. She heard a zipper before realizing it was hers. She tried to reach down as she felt the skirt sliding free of her body, but his arms were blocking hers. He knelt quickly in front of her, and her panties were at her ankles. He half-stood, and his mouth was suddenly affixed to her left nipple.

“Holy smokes!” she gasped. “M … M … M … Mr. Grandon! I … You … Mr. Grandon! The door! The door is open!”

He push-pulled her toward her left, in the direction of a couch, her feet stumbling and tripping and finally dragging along the floor as he moved her and deposited her, spread across its surface. Finally releasing her completely, he strode into the outer office and she heard the outer door being closed and locked. By the time he got back, his tie was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned. He toed his slip-on shoes from his feet while working with the belt buckle, and he was suddenly standing above her, his erect cock jutted from his groin at a forty-five-degree angle, before finally climbing atop her. He was nude, but still wearing his socks.

He kissed her again, and this time, she tried her best to return his affection, though she wasn’t sure exactly how he meant for this to work. Her body was twisted against the back of the couch, and she had very little movement at her disposal. She felt her right leg being hoisted upward, and her heel was suddenly ed by the cushioned top. A finger was abruptly inside her pussy, and she gasped into his open, kissing mouth. “Be gentle! Please, Mr. Grandon!”

“I like it when you beg,” he husked. A second finger ed the first. “You’re wet!”

“Oooo! Please, sir! Please!”

He let go and mounted her, but it was awkward on the narrow sofa. One of her legs was dangling, her foot on the floor, while the other was hooked high above them. As he lined himself up and descended into the depths of her pussy, she groaned loudly and brought that uppermost limb downward, encircling his lower hips, just below his butt. His length was not as pronounced as Ted’s had been, but his cock seemed to have a greater girth. She was simultaneously afraid that he was stretching her pussy, yet he seemed about to fall free of her on the outstroke. He apparently compensated for this by setting up a different kind of rhythm. Instead of the smooth, seemingly-forever long thrusts she had experienced on Saturday, her boss appeared to lose control and pound into her with short, quick movements, causing her to issue a series of unintelligible sounds.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!”

He didn’t last long; and with a bellow, he froze and began to shake. She held him as best she could, and tried to be encouraging. “Oh, Mr. Grandon! Oh! You’re coming so much!”

Eventually, he stopped shivering and he lay heavily in her arms and gasped deep draughts of air. It took him a full two minutes to settle down; and at one point, she thought he might have fallen asleep. When he did move, however, it made no sense, as he slid his body downward instead of rolling off the couch to the side. But, as it turned out, he was seeking her left breast, and he nestled into her left shoulder and began suck-suck-sucking on her nipple. There wasn’t an overabundance of suction, and so it didn’t hurt; it was just a new type of feeling for her. He was dry-nursing her, as a baby might; and after two or three minutes of this, he really did go to sleep. She had no idea what to do about it. Somehow, she had started softly stroking the side of his head along his hairline; so, she kept it up.

At four-thirty, she gently whispered his name while nudging him awake. He started sucking again, and then finally stopped and sat up. She drew her legs in and spun to sit alongside him, while holding a palm between her legs in an attempt to keep from staining the couch.

“I needed that so much,” he said quietly.

“I … I’m glad I could help you,” she whispered.

“My wife doesn’t understand that I need that. It’s been so long.” She didn’t answer, so he continued. “Dinah, I … I might ask you to do that again for me. My wife, you see ….” And his voice trailed off.

“You were really kind to give me the job, sir. My husband tells me that we need the extra income very much.”

“Your husband.” That was all he said, and she felt it best not to comment further. Without another word being spoken, he got up and began putting on his clothing; so, she did the same. The bra and blouse were first, after wadding a handful of tissues between her thighs; but she put on the skirt without the panties for now. The ladies room was down the hall, and she took some moist paper towels, along with some dry ones, into a stall and cleaned herself as best she could.

He was there when she got back, and she realized that he was waiting to lock up until she’d left. Hurrying now, she snatched her purse. “Good night, Dinah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, sir.”

It seemed as if there ought to be more to say, but she harried away, only to find that she had just missed the five o’clock bus and had to wait another thirty minutes. Ivan wasn’t there when she got home, and it was so late that she didn’t know what to do as far as dinner was concerned. But he walked in shortly afterwards, carrying a bag of take-out food. She was really getting sick of little cheeseburgers. He told her that she needed to try very hard not to miss her bus so that she’d have time to fix dinner; and she promised she would; and then she recounted her day, including the seduction in the office.

After hearing the entire story, he just frowned and shook his head sadly. “And I suppose you enjoyed it,” he added dryly.

That shocked her. She had never considered. Had she? While it was happening, she hadn’t sought out pleasure for herself … only for her boss. But she must it, she hadn’t found it UNpleasant. It had all been something that was beyond her control. And, now that she thought about it, she didn’t find that idea disagreeable, either.

“There was a new email from Mr. Rankstrom today,” he said matter-of-factly.

She couldn’t keep the smile from splitting her face. Just the mention of Jimmy … now, THAT was pleasure! She would never tell Ivan. What would be the point? Her love for another man was superfluous. It meant nothing. It was completely pointless to fawn over something that she would never have. But, oh! Just to hear him one more time!

“Thank you for understanding,” she said softly. “I’ll go get ready.”

She threw away all the yellow waxy paper that had wrapped the hamburgers and cardboard cartons for the fries; then, she went to the cushioned chair and sat, waiting. Ivan (bless his heart) came in and put the laptop computer in front of her and helped her nestle the headphones in place. She heard Jimmy’s voice again. And then, she knew no more.

Ivan woke her so that she could shower and set out her clothes for the next day. She needed another flannel nightgown. This one was getting a little shabby. But she slept well, dreaming of faceless men.

In the morning, she asked Ivan for money for lunch and bus fare. He handed her a Metro Bus that was good for a month, along with a twenty-dollar bill, telling her that she should make it last for the rest of the week. Then, he gave her an envelope. It was for the apartment rent, to be taken to Apartment 101 on the first floor when she came home from work. He told her to make sure and get a receipt from Mr. Horman, and she put it in her purse, promising to do as he said.

At lunch, Mr. Grandon called her into his office, telling her to close the door behind her. She was sort of expecting something like this, and didn’t comment as he took her in his arms and kissed her again. Softly, he asked if she had ever given her husband a blowjob. Blinking slowly up at him, she shook her head. He added that, with her figure, she MUST have given him a boob-job. She itted softly that she didn’t know what that meant.

He slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she stood with her arms hanging uselessly at her sides, and she said nothing as he turned her away from him, undoing the brassiere. Again, she couldn’t help moaning softly as her pendulous breasts were once again set free. “I’ll try to be patient as I tell you what to do,” he said softly. She could hear the need in his voice. “My wife always refused to do this. She refused! And I’ve always wanted it so much!”

“I’ll try, Mr. Grandon. I just don’t know ….”

He pulled down his tros and underwear, and he sat heavily in his office chair, his cock pointing stiffly toward the ceiling. She reached out unbidden and began stroking. Ted had shown her that. “Put it in your mouth,” he ordered. “Lick it. Suck it.”

He smelled funny; and eventually, she found that he tasted a little sour, at least at first. That got better as she kept going; and she couldn’t tell if she was getting used to it, or if she had licked all the sour away; but now, while there was still a distinctive taste, it was sort of flat and uninspiring.

He ordered her to wrap her breasts around it. It took her a while to understand. Ah, he wanted her to move them up and down on it, stroking him with those, rather than using her hand. Then, he wanted her to suck while using her breasts that way; but it wasn’t possible. He wasn’t long enough, though she wisely didn’t tell him that. Rather, she said that her breasts were too big. He had her suck some more. And then, he swelled and came. It caught her by surprise, but she sort of knew that was how it would end. There was no other possible outcome (she giggled a little as she thought the pun). The taste was … unique, but not overly bad … just not particularly good. Somehow, she knew she was supposed to swallow it; and she did. He was holding the sides of her head as he climaxed, and she allowed it as long as he wanted. But finally, he fell back in the chair, limp and smiling slightly, and she felt pride in having pleased him.

She still hadn’t eaten lunch, so she went next door to the mini-mart, where she discovered that they had a small, one-dollar burrito that she had to microwave. However, she spent three bucks on a tin of breath mints because she was suddenly afraid that she might radiate the essence of Mr. Grandon’s spend.

At four-thirty, she told her boss that she needed to catch the five o’clock bus at the corner, and he allowed her to leave, once again thanking her for doing what his wife refused him. She blushed at that, and bid him good night.

Entering their apartment building, she stopped in front of the first door next to the stairs and contemplated the portal bearing the number 101. She had seen Mr. Horman around the building before, though she had never introduced herself. Answering her knock, the man wore a pair of faded overalls covering a stained white tee shirt. There was a hole in one of his white socks, and the tip of his big toe was threatening to poke through. She noticed that, of course, because her eyes were downcast, as they usually were, as she stood in the doorway holding the envelope out to him. He ignored it; and instead, looked her slowly up and down for a long time, before gruffly telling her to follow him into the depth of the dwelling. Decidedly ill-at-ease, she did so. He led the way into a kitchen smelling of Mexican fast food, and he indicated a chair at the small, round table, while he took a seat, as well. She sat. There was cash in the envelope, and he counted it twice.

“You’re short,” he told her solemnly. He held up a small piece of paper that had been included with the money. “Note here says that you’ll make up the rest.”

Startled, she snatched up her purse. “I … I didn’t know. He didn’t tell me. Um … I have … uh … sixteen dollars and … um … thirty-three cents.” She paused uncertainly as she heard his laugh and looked up at him.

“That’s not nearly enough. And I don’t think that’s what your husband was insinuating in the note. Normally, I never do this. Sets a bad precedence. Plus, I don’t particularly like your husband. Don’t like his type. He was behind some last month, too. But after seeing you, I suppose I could make an exception. You ... uh … you’ve changed somehow. When I first saw you, couple weeks ago, you looked different. But you clean up real nice.” He paused significantly, staring mostly at her breasts. “Real nice.”

He took a small ledger, flipped through it, found what he was looking for, and he picked up his cell phone. After tapping for several seconds, he waited. “Melnyk? This is Horman, downstairs. Got you wife here. And your note.” He paused, listening. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess. This is a one-time thing, dude! I mean it! Next month, I expect the full amount, and I ain’t shittin’ you; you hear? Yeah. Okay, I’ll send her back to you in a couple hours. What? What the fuck do I care? Fix your own goddamn dinner! We ain’t negotiatin’ here! Take it or leave it! Yeah. Two hours.”

He pushed a button on the phone and set it down on the table, openly staring at Dinah in mute desire as she tried desperately to take in what was happening to her. The tears were silent. “You had no idea about this, did you?” he asked quietly.

Unable to muster an unbroken voice, she simply shook her head.

He sighed heavily and sat back hard in his chair. Finally: “Holy crap. You are just about the most innocent, most desirable woman I’ve ever set eyes on.” It wasn’t an exclamation; it was a simple statement of fact. “I gotta’ tell you, girly; I yearn for you mightily. But as much as I want to ravish the hell outaya, I can’t take you without your consent. I really want to, but I can’t do that.” There was silence for a long minute. “What’s your name?”

“Dinah.”

“What do ya want to do, Dinah?”

She forced herself to look up into his eyes. “Ivan would be furious.”

“Fuck your goddamn husband! He don’t deserve somebody like you! If you need to get away from him, I’ll help you do it right now!” He took a breath. “Does he knock you around?”

“What? No!” She sat back in her chair, thinking. “Beth asked me the same thing,” she muttered under her breath. But then, more forcefully, speaking directly to him: “Do you need me?”

“Huh? I told ya. I want you fiercely.”

Calmly. “Yes. You did say that. But do you need me?”

He didn’t understand at all; but, sensing the advantage, he answered as calmly as he could. “Yes. I need you. It’s been a long time for me. Yes. Please.”

Pushing her chair back from the table, she stood, pulled the tail of her blouse out of her skirt waistband, and she began unbuttoning. “Can I ask you to ….” Her voice faded away. “Is it possible you could ….” And again, she couldn’t find breath enough to finish. Draping the blouse over the back of the chair, she reached both hands behind her and undid the catch to the bra. Her breasts bounced more than once in their excitement.

“Holy shit!” he breathed, much the same as Ted had that afternoon. It seemed so long ago. “God!” he continued softly. “You’re just about the sweetest little thing I’ve ever ….” Nobody seemed to be able to attach predicates to subjects anymore. Finally, he gathered her soft body into his arms. “What do you want to ask me?”

“Could you be gentle? Please? If you need to take me hard … well, that’s okay. I want you to need me.”

He ran his hands all over her, taking particular advantage of her breasts. “You’re such a delicate little thing, I’m afraid you’d break.”

He pinched her chin, lifting it toward his face as he lowered his head for a kiss. His breath smelled of onion and tomato, and he tasted like Mexican rice and cilantro. Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry. She had raised her hands during the kiss to give him access to her body, but she pushed a little against him; and when he stepped back, she undid her skirt, unzipped it, and added it to the blouse on the back of the chair. She folded her panties before putting them with the other things, and she kicked her discarded shoes under the same chair.

He picked her up, making her give a small shriek, followed by a giggle; and he carried her into his bedroom. The bed was unmade, and there were discarded clothes scattered on the floor. After depositing her on the bed’s surface, he busied himself with the overalls; finally giving up and pulling one side of the garment down past his arm. The tee shirt took less than a second to discard, as did the underwear. He left his socks on, just as Mr. Grandon had done the day before; and as the tryst continued, she couldn’t help but wonder if that toe was pushing through the hole.

She stroked him softly several times; but he muttered something about not being able to last very long, and he pushed at her legs to get them spread to their widest extent, before maneuvering himself above her, trying to get into position. She reached down and helped him find the right spot before he pushed hard downward, into her depths. She grunted, and he seemed to that he was supposed to be gentle.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and he stroked back upward, moving almost out of her, and then more slowly downward, obviously concerned about hurting her.

She thrust her hips skyward at him. She’d never done that before, and it felt … wanton. “You’re inside me!” she said loudly.

“What?”

“You’re inside me!” she said again; as if this time made any more sense. “I belong to you when you’re inside me! Use me! Use me for your pleasure!”

“Aw, fuck it!” he grunted. And he pulled out and slammed back in hard. He did it again. And the third time, his body stiffened, his cock swelled, and he bellowed a roaring moan.

“Yes!” she whispered in his ear, her arms around his neck, her nipples scraping against his chest hair as the breasts smashed and rolled left and right into his chest. “Yes! Cum in me! Oh, yes yes yes! I feel you!”

He surprised her as he rolled off, lying on his back, gasping. “I … I’m sorry. I came too soon. I should have lasted longer.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she onished softly. “My only wish was to feel you. I gave you pleasure. That’s all I wanted.” She snuggled into his shoulder, but rolled back away from him onto her back. “Oh! You came so much! You’re leaking out!”

“Here.” He tossed her something. “I wore it yesterday.”

“What’s this?” she asked, examining it. “A tee shirt? You want me to use this to …?”

“It’ll wash out,” he said matter-of-factly.

She stuck it between her legs, but decided she didn’t want to know how he knew his cum would wash out of it. She rolled back into him, and was pleased when he put his arm around her. Idly, she reached down and cupped his balls, which made him issue a strange, satisfied noise that made her feel as if she had accomplished a mission. Her stomach rumbled again.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he stroked the top of her butt with light, tickling fingertips.

“Yes. I didn’t eat breakfast, and my lunch was sort of sparse.”

“I’ve already finished dinner, but I might be able to make you a sandwich. It’s going to take me a while to get it up again, anyway.”

“Are you sure? You’re starting to get hard again now.”

“I like what you’re doing. But, yeah. Give me a few more minutes.”

“I could suck on it.”

He contemplated her. “You’d do that?”

“Sure.” She decided not to mention that the first time she’d ever done it was just today.

“Damn,” he grumbled. “How the fuck did an asshole like Melnyk get so lucky?”

She also decided not to mention that her husband didn’t seem to want her sexually. She would tell Ivan about this when she finally got home, even knowing that it seemed to turn him off even more. She appeared to be trapped in some sort of cycle that only looked as if it would get worse. How could she possibly have foreseen something like this? Each new thing, each new day, resulted in her being more and more caught in a whirlpool that was dragging her down … to where? How would this end?

The landlord brought her a ham sandwich, apologizing for the lack of freshness in the bread. He had fixed her one with leftover roast beef, he told her; but the meat was turning green and smelled a little off. He’d just bought the ham yesterday, so he was sure it was still good. She sat cross-legged on the bed; and she thanked him for the meal, while she reached out and stroked his cock and balls after every few bites. After a while, he began reciprocating by mauling her breasts and nipples. She didn’t discourage him.

After the sandwich was finished, she asked if she could please suck him. Of course, she didn’t particularly want to, but she did her best to make him believe she did; and he, obviously, was more than happy to fulfill that particular desire. There were lots of new tastes this time, but she ignored them as best she could. When he began swelling in her mouth, she paused, asking him where he wanted to deposit is lust; and he quickly positioned himself above her, between her lasciviously spread legs. Despite both of their hopes, he didn’t last long; and she held him tightly in her arms, encouraging him to fill her; which she oddly found to be a truthful yearning on her part.

They both knew that he wouldn’t be able to repeat that act a third time. So, she was startled to find that he wasn’t yet through with her. He cuddled next to her recumbent form, nestled into the crook of her left arm, and he began suckling on her breast, much the way Mr. Grandon had done yesterday before falling to sleep. But it became evident that his intention was far from that. His fingers began stroking her slit (which she had once again swabbed with the filthy tee shirt); especially paying homage to the sensitive bud of her clit. She asked him what he was doing.

“I want to make you cum,” he said happily.

“I … I don’t know if I can,” she whispered honestly. Is that what had really happened with Ted? She wasn’t sure if she wanted that now. It had felt wonderful, but it was an almost catastrophic loss of control on her part.

“Tell me what feels best,” he ordered.

“Um … alright. Okay. Uh … Oooo! There! Right there!”

Now that he had commanded it … now that she had agreed … there was no going back. She would have to do it; if “it” was actually what she had felt before. Her body jerked almost violently, unbidden, when he suddenly sucked overly hard on the nipple. Encouraged, he did it again. He began rubbing harder; then he paused and began pinching the little nubbin at the top of her pussy. She was panting. This was taking a long time. He was beginning to sweat, and so was she. Perhaps it wasn’t going to happen after all. Was something wrong with her? What would Beth say about it? What would Jimmy …?

And her body exploded. In an instant … just as soon as she had formed the image of Jimmy in her head … her entire form soared a mile high and shattered in a million little pieces. She shivered violently, shook irrepressibly. Every atom of her will was galvanized in an effort not to scream Jimmy’s name, which she realized would be exceedingly poor manners on her part; and somehow, she was able to pull it off.

They lay beside each other, breathing deeply, feeling the perspiration drying on their skin. Her hand sought his. “Thank you,” she said weakly.

“I just wanted to make you feel something that asshole husband of yours does.”

“Ivan has never ever made me feel that,” she whispered.

He rolled quickly toward her, his head ed by his arm and hand. “No shit!” His mouth was open in shock. “Your husband has never made you cum, and I have!?”

For the first time, she was genuinely scared. “Oh, please, Mr. Horman! Please don’t tell Ivan I said that! Please! I’ll do anything!”

Pride. That was the look on his face. That’s what was making the self-satisfied smile. Ted had looked somewhat like this following their afternoon together. But not nearly to this extent. “Relax, Dinah. I won’t say anything. I promise. And … you don’t owe me a thing. This has been the best night I’ve had in … well … a long, long time. And please, call me Stanley.”

“Stanley,” she breathed. “I … thank you.”

He got up. “It’s been two hours. You need to get back. Come on.”

He helped her up and stood as she dressed in the dining room. She took the brush out of her purse and asked if she could use a mirror; and he stood next to her, watching her reflection in the bathroom as she made herself presentable. At the door, she asked shyly if he could kiss her one last time; and that seemed to make the biggest impression of all.

Back in the apartment, Ivan asked her if the rent had been “settled,” and she told him it had. He told her that she should go take a shower and brush her teeth, which made her feel very self-conscious; and she rushed to do so, spending a full half hour in there, preparing herself for work tomorrow. When she emerged, she put on her short robe for some reason, before going out to him in the living room. He was, of course, working on his computer. She allowed him to settle her into the cushioned chair and hook her up with the laptop. But then, Jimmy was speaking to her; and she drifted into oblivion.