Message-ID: <25120asstr$963249015@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: karen black <karrenblack@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8kbhr4$t4m$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Jul 10 04:01:46 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Revenge by Karen Black Ch 1 Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 13:10:16 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25120> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar REVENGE By Karen Black Chapter One Warning: This story is intended for mature adults over the age of 18. If you do not meet these criteria, then go elsewhere. This story deals with adult subject matter. If such offends you then you should stop here. If you begin to read and start to feel offended then stop reading at that point. Author's note: This is a multi-chapter story about a couple's revenge on another couple. It involves control, deception, sexual games, humiliation, domination, incest, nc and cons sex. If I get feed back that you like the direction of the story, I'll submit more. Let me know, either by posting, or email: karrenblack@my-deja.com Chapter One Gina Parker stopped in the hallway and looked at herself approvingly in the full-length mirror. Not bad for 36, she thought. She didn't often take time for such self-indulgence, but tonight was special. Everything had to be just right. Her glorious mane of black hair curled softly around her heart shaped face and fell sensuously on her shoulders. The teddy negligee she had selected for the evening was a pale white, and so sheer, she could see the dark aureoles of her breasts. She knew her breasts were one of her best features. Her large nipples made little tents in the fabric. She flicked them with her finger to make sure they stood erect. The top of the teddy didn't quite cover her hips. She didn't care. A slow, almost evil, smile grew spread across her creamy white face. Her panties were a sheer thong that barely covered her thick black pubic thatch. Small tufts of pussy hair edged out past the hems on each side of the panties' plunging triangle. Normally, she would have shaved, but tonight she wanted one guy in particular to see imagine how lush her pussy was. "Wait till Derk sees this," she muttered to herself. "He'll cream in his pants." The front doorbell rang. Before, she turned from the mirror, she pulled the teddy apart in front to expose the swelling mounds of her breasts. She tugged on the fabric once more until the dusky aureoles of her breasts peeked out like rising moons. When she opened the door, she wasn't surprised to see the Gavins. They were the last couple to arrive for the night's festivities. As usual they were dressed impeccably---Derk in California casual slacks and pullover, and Carol in a close-fitting designer black designer dress. Derk was a handsome forty-year-old six footer with light brown hair, while Carol was a stunning blonde in her early thirties. Every woman at the company envied her looks. She was perfectly proportioned with generous and naturally coned tits that thrust out like a woman of twenty. And Derk, well, he was a self-righteous jerk. The Company's VP of Finance and a genuine womanizing prick. But Gina had heard rumors about the package that he carried that more than piqued her sexual curiosity. She loved big dicks. Before Carol and Derk were married, they had reputations that would put street whores and pimps to shame. But now that he was an officer in the company and she was his trophy wife, they were obnoxiously self-righteous and hypocritically prudish. It would be fun to take them down a notch. Gina had told Carol to arrive at seven. And here they were, right on time. Gina's plan was working perfectly, so far. She knew Carol would have rather been in hell, but she had talked her husband into coming. She wondered what Carol had told Derk to get him to come. Gina leaned forward to let Derk give her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled devilishly as she saw him boldly staring at her breasts. "You can close your mouth now," said Carol more than a little coldly. "I, uh," stammered Derk, "knew this was kind of a swinger type thing, but I didn't know you started out so..." "Casual?" offered Gina. She smiled wickedly, knowing how supremely uncomfortable Derk and Carol were. "Gee, I don't know, Gina," said Derk, "Carol said we were just going to have a couple of drinks. You know, get to know a few of the people...and then let you guys do uh...your thing." He turned to Carol. "Right dear?" Gina knew Derk was incredibly protective about his wife. As much as he was a womanizer before he got married, he was now an insanely jealous husband who couldn't stand men even remotely flirting with his wife. Carol didn't miss her chance to squelch things. "Well, hon," she said with syrupy empathy, "if you are uncomfortable, I guess we could try it some other time." Gina pulled Carol close, as if to give her a welcoming kiss on her cheek. "Listen, you little slut," she hissed softly, "if you wreck this now, there will be a packet of photos on his desk by 8:00 tomorrow morning, I swear." Gina stood back and smiled sweetly. "Well, Derk," she said lightly, "we always start the evening off dressed casually. It's a house rule. But I tell you what. We promise not to put any moves on you that will corrupt you. Come on. It's kind of important to us. And, after all, Carol said she was at least willing to say hello to the gang." Derk looked at Carol quizzically. "Yeah, I know. Kind of surprised about that, to tell you the truth." Gina looked at Carol and motioned with her head for them to come in. "Let's go honey," Carol said at last. "A couple of drinks won't hurt anything." "Darned right," laughed Gina. She moved to insert herself between Carol and Derk, and deftly put her hands behind their backs to guide them inside. As they walked down the hallway, Gina let her hand slide down Derk's back until she cupped one of his ass cheeks. "We're going to have a good time tonight," said Gina, looking at Carol. Then she looked at Derk and almost burst out laughing at the look of astonishment on his face. He coughed nervously, but he didn't move to take her hand away. Gina felt her pussy getting slightly damp as she let her hand slide further down Derk's firm ass cheek. His pants were loose fitting and she sent her hand on a mission to find his balls. She had heard lots of stories about how big Derk's equipment was, and she was determined to have a quick survey before they reached the reception room. Gina moved her hand between his ass cheeks and felt for his balls. He must be wearing boxers, she thought, because she felt them immediately. Now, it was her turn to be shocked. As she grasped one of his balls, she realized it was as big and firm as a large plum. "My god..." Gina said, before she could catch herself. "What?" said Carol, looking at her suspiciously. Gina recovered her wits quickly. "That's an incredible dress. Where'd you get it?" Carol was so self-absorbed that she didn't catch the insincerity in Gina's voice. "Oh...yeah," she said, nonchalantly, "Victors. Nice, isn't it?" Gina gave Derk's ball sack a squeeze and replied, "Yeah...nice." Derk's look of astonishment had turned to one of containing his lust. Gina knew it wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge to where he wouldn't care all that much about what happened to his wife. She took her hand off of Carol's back to let her go ahead. But she squeezed Derk's balls harder, so that he had no choice but to stop. Through the fabric of her teddy, she pulled on one of her nipples until it was almost at its fully erect height. "You know," she whispered lasciviously, "if you sucked on this, I'd suck and lick your big balls really, really slow." Gina looked down at the front of Derk's pants. He had the beginning of one hell of a hard on. "Fuck," she gasped softly, "You really are big." Derk couldn't help but smile. He wanted this woman. But he hadn't quite figured what was going on yet. Gina was the wife of his boss, and he had to go slow. Besides, he wasn't about to let some other guy start ogling and fondling his wife. There had to be some way to fuck this little slut some other place. Carol realized she was alone in the long hallway, and turned around. "Hey! What are you doing?" Gina said smoothly, "Sorry, my sandal came off." She lifted her right leg and gave it a mock tug. "Better." When the threesome entered the reception area, Gina could see that the Gavins were suitably impressed. Ben, her husband, was behind the bar making drinks. "Hi, folks," Ben said amiably. "Just making your first round." "Where is everybody?" said Derk. Ben nodded towards a large oak door that was closed. "In there. That's the entertainment area. We'll go in there in a moment. He slid the drinks across the bar counter and waved for them to sit down on a pair of leather barstools. When Carol sat down, her eyes grew wider as she realized that Ben's opened front island shirt was all he had on, except for his speedo style underwear. Gina watched Carol closely, and with considerable amusement. Derk wasn't the only man present with a healthy package between his legs, she thought. Ben 's cock had to be stroked to a full erection to truly appreciate how monstrously thick it was, but the huge bulge in his underpants made it clear to Carol he was well hung. And Carol was having trouble taking her eyes off of his manhood. Derk didn't miss her preoccupation for an instant. "You know," he said uncomfortably, "We seemed to be way overdressed. Maybe we should try this some other night, and get here a little earlier when you guys are dressed." He tugged at his wife's arm until he broke her stare at Ben's cock. "Uh, sure hon...." She said, swallowing noticeably. "Whatever you say." Gina sprang into action. She wasn't about to let this little bitch ruin her plans. She leaned towards Carol, o the pretext of getting a coaster. "Could you hand me that coaster, dear?" When Carol handed her the coaster, Gina leaned in and whispered, "Don't you dare fuck this up, honey. The pictures, remember?" Carol's mouth formed a taut line of resentment, but she nodded her head in resignation. Ben spoke up, playing his role of good cop in the evening's proceedings. "Say, maybe this isn't what you were expecting, but our group has a house rule that everyone dresses the same to make each other comfortable. And right now...well, we are all down to our underwear." He nodded toward the door. "I can't take you in there to meet the others until you strip down to your skivvies." Ben looked at Derk and then Carol, looking for a little give in their position. Derk shrugged as if to say, "sorry...." Gina motioned for her husband to come around the bar. "Could you take a look at this damned stool Carol is on, sweetheart? It's wobbling again." She turned to Derk. "Say, the drink I had going needs refreshing. It's a martini, and I hear you make the best. Want to help me?" She didn't let him answer, but pulled him behind the bar while her husband turned one of the stools sideways on the floor and asked for Carol's help to look for a bolt that might have fallen out. As soon as Derek was beside her, Gina looked over to make sure Carol was turned away, helping her husband. She bent down to open a refrigerator door. "I think I have cold glasses down here." She knew her ass was up in the air and her teddy was sliding down her back. The white globes of her ass were exposed for Derk's view. Her thong panties had only a narrow strip of material that plunged into and disappeared between her ass cheeks. Gina heard a slight gasp from Derk as he savored the lewd presentation of her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled innocently. "You like?" Derk looked nervously over to his wife. But she was occupied with Ben. "Shit, yeah," he said hoarsely, "I like it a lot." Gina reached back and pulled on one of her butt cheeks until Derk could see her thong strap rise into view from deep within her ass crack. The thong strap didn't quite cover all of Gina's delicately wrinkled asshole. Gina deliberately squeezed her ass, so that her little anal browneye winked at him. "I've always wanted a really hung guy to do a little exploring back there," Gina said. "Are you really hung?" Derk checked for his wife again. He could barely whisper, "Fuck. You better believe it." Gina turned around and kneeled in front of him, with her mouth tantalizingly close to his pants zipper. She looked up at him and licked her lips slowly. "Prove it." "Shit. Are you nuts?" He looked around nervously. "Later. I'll fuck the living daylights out of you later." Gina pulled back. "Now. It's tonight or not at all." She undid his belt and the button fastening his pants. As she slowly tugged on his zipper, his pants slid down his legs. Even Derk's loose boxer shorts couldn't hide the enormity of his cock. "Holy fuck," whispered Gina as she reached in the opening of his shorts and pulled out the thickening cock rope. She stared in amazement as she felt his dick growing like a large python in her hands. Even when she grasped his cock like a baseball bat, one hand above the other, the tip of his cock protruded at least four inches beyond her top hand. "How does she take it?" asked Gina in genuine awe. Derk laughed for the first time in the evening. "She doesn't. Not many women can." "What is it, ten, eleven...." "Twelve," he said matter of factly. "Damn, this is a cock," she said huskily. "I bet I could take all of it." Gina felt his cock twitch slightly at her words. She kissed the tip of his cock and then looked up at him. "I bet I could even take it all they way up my little asshole. Would you like that?" Now she felt his cock growing again. Throbbing in her hands. "Fuck. Oh, fuck." He hissed, looking around nervously. "Don't worry about your wife," said Gina. "I think she is getting an eyeful with Ben's stuff. Gina went for the kill. "I bet your wife hasn't let you fuck her in the ass, has she?" She knew instantly by his hesitation that she was right. "Thought so," she said smugly, continuing to stroke his cock. "A big cock like this deserves to go up a woman's tight little asshole, don't you think?" "God, yeah," Derk gasped. "Let's plan a night. I'll call you." Gina froze her hands. "It's either tonight, big guy, or not at all." She looked down at his cock once more. "Hmm.." she cooed, "this fellow would be so ...big ...in my tiny little hot asshole." Derk groaned in lustful misery. He wasn't going to screw up his position and reputation in the company ---much less let other guys at his trophy wife. If he couldn't have Gina on the side, all to himself, then he wouldn't do it. Gina sucked on the tip of his cock. Derk gasped again. She took her lips off his cock head and said, "just come on into the entertainment room and meet the people. All you have to do is stay awhile and then you can go. What do you say?" A woman's hands had never treated Derk's cock quite so lovingly. He finally nodded 'OK'. "Hey," Gina called out brightly, "I think we have Derk down to his skivvies. Take a look." She quickly tucked his cock back into his boxers. Carol got up from looking for the bolt and peered over the bar. She was stunned to see Derk with his pants around his knees, a sheepish grin on his face. Gina was unbuttoning Derk's shirt. She turned to Carol and smiled a mock sweet smile. "OK. Your turn to undress." A dark look of anger swept across Carol's face. She knew she had a role she was forced to play, but her pride was throwing up a last round of resistance. "Like hell," she said, casting a frosty look at Derk. "We agreed we were just going to check things out tonight and then leave." "Uh, well that's right," stammered Derk. His wife's laser stare had wilted his erection, and now he was just looking for an escape route, since it was obvious they weren't staying as long as Carol wasn't going to strip down. He pulled up his pants and stalled for time, trying to think of a way to blame everything on either Carol or Gina---or both. "I, uh, say I've got to hit the head. Where is it?" Gina nodded toward the hallway. "Second on the right." She returned her focus on Carol. "You know, Carol, it was your idea, after all to come to an event that is important to the company's president. You wouldn't want to be too much of an outsider at a.... ahem....Presidential event." Gina laughed at her joke about Ben's position in the company. Ben was not only the President, he had recently become the owner. "Besides," Gina said in her most sincere voice, but squarely aimed at Carol, "it's not as if we are keeping a photographic record of tonight." Carol's eyes blazed in anger at the reminder that Gina had the ultimate hand over her. "Like hell it was my idea. I didn't have a choice. I would never dream of spending an evening with you swinging sickos." Gina stepped around the bar and cozied up in front of Carol. "You are going to strip down to your underwear and do just what we talked about earlier," Gina said evenly. "I don't think so," Carol said icily. She lowered her voice into a whisper. "You may think you have the goods on me, but we have the money to pay you off or hire the lawyers to buy you off. I'm not doing this. I'm not." She started to turn away from Gina, but Ben had stepped up behind her and blocked her path. Gina leaned forward and whispered an unmistakable knife edged threat. "Listen you little tramp. Maybe you've forgotten just how much we have on you." Gina slid her hands up to the tip of Carol's thrusting breasts. She quickly found the nubs of her nipples and squeezed as hard as she could while she delivered her final point. "You don't have any choice but to go along with things, you understand?" She squeezed the woman's nipples even harder. Carol gasped as fiery pain shot up from the nipples being flattened between Gina's fingers and thumbs. As Gina let up on Carol's nipples momentarily, Ben slid his hands around and undid the first three buttons of the blonde's dress. Then he pulled the dress down over her shoulders, simultaneously trapping her arms and exposing the haltered mounds of her breasts. He cupped each breast and raised it so Gina could renew her torment of the woman's nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. Carol let out another agonized gasp, but as she felt Ben's hands cupping her orbs, her gasp tailed off into a soft "ohhh." Gina laughed cruelly, not letting up on twisting the blonde's engorged nipples. "I think the little slut likes this." She looked at her husband and smiled. "Didn't I tell you she was a slut at heart? Ben nodded in agreement. Gina could see that he was thoroughly enjoying fondling the blonde's stunning tits. And more than that, he was thinking about something. Probably about the first time Gina walked into his office with the goods on the little blonde slut. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+