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This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO
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Copyright 2002 by E. Z. Riter

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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Hello, All,

In March, I posted the first two parts of VINNIE'S WORLD to ASSM.

They are entitled {EZ} VW - The Sunset and {EZ} VW - Sonya.

On April 5, I posted VW - Lily 1, VW-Lily 2 on April 8, and VW - Lily 3 on
April 9. This is part 4 of that four part series.

Vinnie's World was originally written under the name Ezra Zane for Ruthie's
Club (www.ruthiesclub.com), where Michael D, DrSpin, Al Steiner, Mat
Twassel, Shon Richards, and other writers also have stories appearing
exclusively in Ruthie's Club. A cadre of professional artists beautifully
illustrates each story.

Story Codes for Vinnie's World are almost everything, including M+F+ Cons
Non-Cons BDSM Rom Viol and Slut Wife, depending on the episode.

The intent was to create stories with sex in them, not sexual (or stroke)
stories.

The specific codes for Taking Lily are BDSM, Wife, nc, viol, Humil, and
probably some others.

The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
www.asstr-mirror.org (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/E.Z.Riter) and at
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The works of E.Z Riter writing as Ezra Zane are archived at
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I hope you enjoy these stories. As always, I do appreciate any feedback from
any reader on any subject.

Good reading and best wishes,

E.Z. Riter a/k/a Ezra Zane

TAKING LILY

Part Four

I sat on a straight chair in the lounge in my warehouse suite. I was naked.
Lily, who was also naked, perched on my left thigh with her legs spread. Her
fingers wrapped around my cock as I stroked her pussy. Nearby, Donnie,
Bigun, and Prissy, who are my people, and Herbie, Lily's husband, played
gin.

Herbie was facing Lily and me. He'd glance at us occasionally, but he never
looked chagrinned or protested.

When the game was over, I said, "I'm going to fuck my woman. Come watch us,
Herbie."

Lily trembled. She didn't know Herbie had watched the first time I took her.
This would be the first time in her life another man was in the room with
her and the man she was pleasuring, as well as being the first time her
husband watched her as far as she knew.

"Yes, sir," Herbie said.

Herbie was being a good little boy. He was mine like she was and we all knew
it. He followed docilely as I carried Lily to the bedroom. I lay in the
middle of the bed. Lily lounged on her hip with her leg over mine as Herbie
undressed. He lay down on the edge of the bed.

"Get me hard for you, Lily," I commanded.

She knew what that meant. She had a sexual smirk on her face as she squirmed
until her mouth was over my cock. She didn't look at Herbie. Her eyes were
locked on mine as she wrapped her fingers around me and lowered her mouth to
suck the head. Her eyes closed as she focused on our pleasure.

I winked at Herbie and he flushed with sexual need.

"She's a good cocksucker, isn't she?" I said to him.

"Yes, sir," he replied. Herbie was excited. His hand twitched to reach for
his own cock.

"Go ahead, Herbie. You can play with yourself, but don't cum."

He nodded and grabbed his rising member.

I let Lily suck me until my hard cock was covered with her saliva, and her
skin was moist and hot with need. I lay Lily back. Her arms were around my
neck and her legs high in the air as I fucked her. There was no doubt she
loved it and no doubt she was my woman. She acted like Herbie wasn't there,
and her orgasms, expressions, and calling my name were proof enough. After I
unloaded, I cooled there as our juices ran down the crack of her ass.

"Would you like a turn, Herbie?" I asked.

He nodded.

"When I'm not around, you two are husband and wife, like always, and what
you do is between you two. But when I'm with you, she's mine and you must
have my permission to touch her. Understand?"

"I haven't touched her, sir," he said.

Lily started stroking my back and her legs went around me. Poor Herbie. He
wanted her so badly he could taste it, but he didn't want to ask.

"Do you want to do it, Herbie?" I asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, ask for permission."

"Can I have her?" he said. He quivered all over.

"That's not the way you ask. Say 'May I fuck my wife, please, sir?'''

He asked politely. I rolled off his wife and smiled at him.

When he fucked her, she came with him, too, or acted like she did. And she
acted like a woman enjoying the man in her. There was a difference or two.
She held my hand and when he came, she turned her head toward me and smiled.

When I sent them home Saturday night, I gave her a pager with instructions
to call me immediately anytime it beeped because it meant I wanted her. I
gave her a business card with only a telephone number printed on it, like I
gave all my special women. They were to call it if they wanted me.

When I buzzed her pager at nine on Monday evening, I pushed the stem on my
stopwatch. It had been forty-eight hours since I'd seen them and I wanted to
make sure things were going to plan. She called back in seventy-two seconds.

"Hello, Vinnie." Her voice was soft and warm.

"What are you doing, Lily?"

"Herb and I had just crawled into bed."

"Were you going to have sex?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you two had sex since you left here?"

"Yes, Vinnie. Three times."

"Is he hard?"

"Throbbing," she said. I heard the smile in her voice.

"Let me talk to him." I heard her saying I wanted him.

"Hello, Vinnie," he said. I liked his voice. It was submissive and eager to
please.

"Lily's coming to my place so I can fuck her, but I hate to leave a guy with
a hard-on. Would you like a hand-job before she leaves?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, ask me and remember to do it properly."

He didn't hesitate and he got it just right. He said, "May I have a hand-job
from my wife, please, sir?"

"Sure, Herbie. Let me talk to her."

"Yes, Vinnie?" Lily said.

"Tell him to lie back with his hands behind his head."

I heard her tell him before she said to me, "He did it."

"Masturbate him," I commanded.

I could hear him groaning and her sweet words of encouragement to him. I was
surprised how quickly she said, "He came."

"Mica's outside waiting for you. Wear nothing but a robe."

"Yes, Vinnie," she said. There was a happy lilt in her voice.

Mica called me from the limo so I was waiting for her as they pulled up in
front. I took her hand and led her through the lobby. Bertha was on duty at
the desk. She sighed and shook her head. The few people in the lobby noticed
Lily. Who wouldn't? She was beautiful, barefooted, and wearing a robe.

When the steel security doors that separate my suite from the motel proper
closed behind us, I kissed her. She whimpered my name as I slipped the robe
off her shoulders, picked her up, and carried her to my bedroom.

There are a series of ropes and restraints at the head of my bed. Each
restraint is a wide leather band lined with soft kid leather. The bands are
attached to eyehooks in the wall by a thick, nylon rope through pulleys.
Each rope has a toothed clamp to hold it in place for quick and easy
completion of the restraint.

No man has ever felt those restraints because no man but me has ever been on
my bed. Many women have been there. I like seeing a woman helpless and
waiting for me. They like it, too. They like having something to pull
against. And they like it when I lie on their bodies.

When I lay Lily on my bed, she scooted to the middle and lay back. She
waited impatiently as I undressed. I kissed her long and hard as my hands
roamed her body. I bound her wrists to the headboard before stimulating her
until she was sobbing in need and begging me to fuck her. She enjoying
begging as much as I enjoyed hearing it, and she looked good doing it. She
looked better orgasming, which she did often.

After we recovered, I propped against the pillows with my feet flat on my
bed. She sat on me, leaning back against my thighs with her legs around my
waist. We were sipping red wine.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"About you."

"What about me?"

"How much you please me. You're a loving and sexual woman, Lily. I'm
enjoying your being mine."

"I'm enjoying you in a way I never thought possible," she said. She blushed
crimson and a hand covered her mouth, but her eyes twinkled sensually. Then
her expression became serious. "I'll leave him for you, Vinnie. All you have
to do is ask me."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I told you, but I'll tell you again. You're his wife. You'll stay with him
and you'll make sure he's sexually satisfied," I said firmly. "You'll
maintain his house and raise your children."

"All right, Vinnie," she said.

She sounded disappointed. She sipped the wine and her thoughts were far
away. When she looked at me again, she sighed and shrugged.

"Lily, you'll be faithful to me except for Herbie. If you fuck anyone else
without my permission, you'll live to regret it."

"I know that without being told," she replied defensively.

"It needed to be said because I'm deadly serious about it."

"Yes, Vinnie," she replied.

"You wear his mark. Those rings on your finger. You need my mark on you."

She smiled like that pleased her. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Usually I have my women wear a gold necklace with a V-shaped pendant, or a
ring on their finger. But there are times when I don't want my mark to be so
easily seen. I do something else then."

"Like what?"

"A tattoo."

"Where?"

"On her lower belly."

Lily was thinking. The thoughts were sexy. Her face told me that.

"May I give my opinion?" she asked.

"Go ahead."

"Herb appears to be happy with what's happened, but a visible sign would be
more than he could handle. Since he's going to remain my husband, I don't
think you should do that."

"I feel the same way."

She wrapped both hands around the wineglass to stay her trembling.

"So when do I get my tattoo?" she asked as her eyes twinkled.

I called my favorite tattoo artist. In less than half an hour, Lily was
naked and on her back as the artist decorated her lower belly. It was an
eagle with its talons reaching for her pussy.

In the wee hours of the morning, my limo pulled up in front of their house.
Bigun rang the bell and asked Herbie to join us in the backseat of the car.
Herbie wore pajamas. He hesitated a second when he saw his naked wife, but
climbed into the car. Bigun shut the door behind him.

"Hi, Herbie," I said. "Lily has a new a tattoo she wants you to see."

Lily lay back to show him. She looked smug.

"That tattoo shows that she's my woman. Right, Herbie?"

"Yes, sir."

"Right, Lily?"

"Yes, Vinnie," she said happily.

I unzipped my pants and fished out my cock. Lily smiled at me before
glancing at her husband. They both waited for me to tell them what to do.

"Suck my cock, Lily," I commanded. "I want my cum to cover your face." She
grinned and slid between my legs.

Herbie became aroused watching his wife suck my cock. I saw no signs of
rebellion or jealousy. I saw nothing in her to indicate anything but
satisfaction and happiness. When I came, she spread my sperm over her face
in a white, viscous layer like icing on a cake. Her expression said she
liked it.

"She'll need fucking when you get her inside," I said. "Can you handle it?"

"Yes, sir," he replied eagerly.

"I don't trust just anybody to take care of my woman," I said menacingly.

"Don't worry, Vinnie. I'll take good care of Lily like I always have," he
replied. It was the most confident thing I'd heard him say.

I bade them goodnight. He wrapped her robe around her and helped her from
the car. After we pulled away from the curb, Bigun slid open the window
between the compartments.

"Boss," he said, "there was a girl watching the car from an upstairs
window."

"Oh? That must be Heather, their daughter. Tell me about her."

"She has big eyes and she's pretty, like Lily. Boss, I think she was
masturbating."

"Thanks, Bigun."

"Sure, Boss."

The window closed and I sat back to relax.

Lily called Thursday morning.

"Good morning, Vinnie," she said brightly.

"Good morning, you beautiful, sexy lady. How are you?"

"Great, but I want you."

"Should I send a car?"

"No. Just give me directions."

Lily Brooks wore a camel-colored skirt, navy blouse, and a look of sexual
arousal. We spent the morning in my quarters having a long and mutually
rewarding liaison. Before she left, we agreed that Thursday morning would be
our time together. It has been ever since.

Six weeks after the Friday I took Lily from her husband, I attended a play
at Our Lady Catholic High School because Teresa Barton had a major part in
the production. After all, a father should attend his daughter's important
functions, even if the daughter didn't know I was her father.

As I watched Teresa on stage, I realized Kate was right. She was more
sexually advanced than Lorena, her mother, realized. I made a mental note to
talk to Lorena about her.

After the play, there was a party for the cast, attendees, and their
families in the school cafeteria. Sister Kate, wearing a habit, looked
serene and dignified as she greeted the attendees at the door. As we shook
hands, I got a squeeze from her. I saw the Brooks and the Bartons talking,
so I joined them.

"Uncle Vinnie!" Teresa squealed when she saw me. She threw her arms around
my neck and gave me a strong embrace.

"This is my best friend, Heather Brooks," Teresa said, introducing the
small, attractive young lady next to her. "And these are her parents, Lily
and Herbert Brooks. Mr. Brooks is my favorite teacher."

"Hello, Lily," I said, shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you.
Herbert, glad to know you."

When I took Heather's hand she gave me a smile I understood. "Hello,
Heather. Please call me Vinnie."

"Hello, Vinnie," she replied. I liked her voice. I liked her.

I greeted the Bartons warmly, giving Phil a hardy handshake, and sweet,
pregnant Lorena an appropriate hug. The Brooks and I carried off without a
hitch pretending we didn't know one another, which was as it should be.

A passerby, seeing our relaxed and animated little crowd, wouldn't have
known that Teresa was my daughter, or that both Lorena and Lily had eagles
tattooed above their pubic bones to evidence they belonged to me. The
passerby wouldn't have seen Sister Kate's sly smile or twinkle when our eyes
met from afar.

The passerby wouldn't have noticed my appraisal of Heather as a future
partner, although they might have noticed Heather's interest in me. I
certainly noticed.

What perplexed me was Teresa Barton. The hug I'd gotten was more than a hug
for a favorite uncle. When our eyes met, her look was more than a girl happy
to see a relative. And she held my hand the whole damn time. She didn't just
hold it. She held it in both of hers and her thumb was rubbing the back of
mine.

The last time I was confused and perplexed by a woman I was twelve. My
confusion ended when she explained she was going to teach me all the
pleasures of the flesh. She was sixteen and the school slut, but I didn't
care about that. She taught me wonders that I'd dreamed of, but that's
another story.

I got another strong hug from Teresa before she bounded off to visit with
some other teenagers. Heather hugged me the same way and left to join my
daughter. Lily didn't seem to notice her daughter's sexual interplay with
me, but Herbie did. He seemed relieved his daughter was coming on to me.

Herbert left to attend to school business and the Bartons moved away to talk
to other parents. Lily and I were alone in a crowd of people.

"You've changed my life, Vinnie Costello," she said softly.

"And?"

"And I love it. Are you going to make me wait until Thursday?"

"Yes."

She sighed. "I can live with that even if I don't like it," she said
lovingly.

Some other parents interrupted us. Shortly, I took my leave.

Riding back to The Sunset in my limo, I thought about my world.

Losing Sonya hurt. I still had a dull ache inside me, but Lily eased my pain
more that I'd anticipated. I was glad she was there. I wondered where Lily
and I would end. Would she be in my life for years like Lorena or some of
the others, or would she disappear in a flash as a few of them did?

I knew I'd find other women I wanted. I always do. Maybe, Sister Kate was
right. Maybe I should take them young and train them for me.

I picked up the car phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Carolyn said brightly. I could hear the voices of excited children
in the background.

"I want you," I said.

"Please not now, Vinnie. I'm in the middle of Timmy's birthday party. Let me
make it up to you some other time."

"All right," I said.

"Thanks, Vinnie," she whispered. "I'll call you in the morning."

That's part of the problem. The women have other lives. Some have children
and husbands. I fathered only one of Lorena's three, but all of Carolyn's
kids. Carolyn would've come to me if I insisted, but why do it? I wanted
them in my bed, but I wanted them to be happy with their lives. It was an
ongoing dilemma.

When we arrived at The Sunset, I went to the bar. It was hopping as it
always was on Friday night. I walked to the end of the bar and wiggled a
finger at the head bartender.

"What's up, Vinnie?" he said.

"Point out some easy pickings."

She was sitting at the bar with her hands wrapped around a highball. Her
friend was next to her and a guy was hitting on each of them. About forty
with brown hair cut short, she was pretty with a happy, nervous expression.
Her dress was nice, but something that might be worn to church and not a
nightclub. There were two rings on her left hand. A little plump, she had a
full ass and breasts to match. Her friend looked the same, but her hair was
longer.

I've wondered where the husbands are when the wives go to a pickup joint.
Maybe they're out of town, or screwing someone else. Or maybe it's the
wife's turn to get some new action and the husband's home watching the kids.
I didn't really care. I just wondered.

I maneuvered my way through the crowd to join them. Her eyes met mine and
locked onto me. When the guy hitting on her saw me and her face, he knew
he'd missed on this one and eased back to let me take his place. I leaned
against her so her thigh was against my crotch and her shoulder against my
chest. I could feel her heart beating. When I put my hand on her thigh, she
didn't move. My hand wandered under her skirt to tease her.

"What's your name?"

"Connie. What's yours?"

"I'm Vinnie." I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Connie, I'm going to
fuck you. I'm going to fuck you until you squeal and your toes curl. Then
I'll fuck you some more." She quivered. "Finish your drink and let's go."

"I couldn't do that," she lied.

"You came here to get picked up and fucked. I'm the best fuck you're going
to find."

"My friend?" she said.

"Do you want a threesome?"

She turned fire-engine red and vigorously shook her head.

"Tell her you got lucky and you'll be back in an hour or two."

She whispered in her friend's ear. The woman stared up at me. Connie downed
her drink, skittered off the stool, and straightened her dress.

For the casual pickups, I use Room 201 or 203, not my quarters. I led Connie
to 201.

"I've never done anything like this," she lied as she unzipped her dress.

Except for pillow talk, Connie and I didn't say a word. Connie was far from
the best fuck I ever had, but she was willing and eager. That made her
acceptable. For that night, that was enough. She was dressing to go home to
her husband when I left her to return to my quarters. I showered and went to
bed naked.

In that instant before sleep overcame me, faces of women flashed through my
head.

I wished one of them were my special woman, like Sonya had been.

I wished that special woman was with me, to warm my bed, and my soul.

The End

Please!  Give me your comments!

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