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Subject: {ASSM} Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife 21 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:10:02 -0400
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Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife
(Chapter 21)
Warning:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read it.
This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or
any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part
of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites.
Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World Studios
West Inc. Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the
real show or the actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine
their values.
Please! Send me your comments!
Notmystory@kc.rr.com
(Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have narrowed
down that in the Second season the Debra character is supposed to be
somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am basing this story in that
time frame FYI.)
Chapter 21

Wednesday morning had arrived, and Debra sat in her car her heart racing,
and her body taught with anticipation.  She had tried again last night to
find pleasure with Ray, but it had been even worse than Monday night's
disaster.  Not only had she been terribly disappointed by Ray's efforts,
but when she went to satisfy herself with her dildo, she had forgotten to
replace the batteries in it, and had to pleasure herself without the
device's vibrating wonders.

   She had only sat there for a minute, but it had seemed like an eternity
to her.  Her mind was full of all the possibilities of what she would be
forced to do today.  She had been fearing the moment, yet in some ways, she
was looking forward to it.  In fact, she had sped her way over to the gym,
even though she knew that she would get there with plenty of time to spare.
She climbed out of the car, looking around confident that she had parked it
out of the way, so that no one would notice it from the street.  She took
her membership card from her purse, and then headed into the exclusive
health club.

   She was greeted by a beautiful young woman, who scanned her card.  The
woman had been so friendly and polite, until she looked at the screen.  Her
attitude took a sudden change, when she handed the card back to Debra, as
if it were infected by some horrible disease.

   "You'll find your locker down those stairs and through the last door on
the left.  Its locker number 69, you don't need to show me your card
anymore, I'm sure I'll remember you from now on." she said in a snotty
voice.

   "Thanks." was all that Debra could say, seeing the revulsion in the
woman's eyes as she looked at her.  She proceeded down the stairs and to
the last door on the left, as directed.  The door was labeled private, so
she entered through it apprehensively.  It was a small locker room, with an
office at the end of the row of lockers.  She found the locker with a tape
labeled 69 halfway down the isle.  She cautiously opened the door to the
locker, finding a note taped to the inside of the door.  The note read:
"Take off all of your clothes, and put on only the clothes on the hanger,
then proceed to the following address.  XXXXXX.  Service the client as best
as you can, and return here.  Your new bras will be here when you return.
B."

   Debra looked at the clothes on the hanger, and found a thin black dress,
a black silk garter with red lace, and a pair of black stockings, still in
the plastic packaging.  A bag containing a pair of high heels and make-up
hanging over the hook of the hanger.  She looked around the room before she
stripped out of her clothes.  She had just put the garter belt around her
waist, when the door opened, and a pathetic looking little man came walking
in.  At first she thought that he must be the janitor, or lost perhaps, but
then he nonchalantly looked at her nude body and spoke.

   "So you're his new bitch huh.  The old married broad with kids.  But I
guess he's right, you don't look so bad." he said, walking by and slapping
her bare chest.  "Don't forget the make-up toots.  I'll be in my office
when you're ready to go." he added, proceeding onto the office, and
flipping on the light.

   She was shocked by his candor and rudeness.  "What a little creep!" she
thought.  She proceeded to pull the stockings up her legs and attached them
to the garter.  She next pulled the dress on over her body.  The halter top
dress was semi-transparent, and she was embarrassed to see her already
erect nipples sticking through the thin material.  She slipped the high
heeled shoes on, and took the make-up over to the mirror, where she
carefully applied it.  When she heard the little creep yell for her to
hurry up, she quickly finished, and after carefully putting her clothes
into the locker, she went over to meet him in his office.

   "Uhm, I'm ready." she said sticking her head into his office.

   "Get in here" he said looking up from his magazine.

   She stepped into the office reluctantly holding her arms over her chest.
He looked her up and down with his beady little eyes before he spoke. 
"Well if that's the best you can do, I guess it'll have to do." he said,
turning back to his desk, and picking up a key chain.

   "Consider me uh, your, uh pimp.  Or maybe you'd prefer to think of me as
your manager.  We both work for Mr.  B, but you answer to me, and I answer
to him.  Understand?" he explained, prompting her to nod her head in
acceptance.

   "You see me before you leave, and when you get back.  Got it?  I'll let
you know any special instructions for the client, and will take care of any
details necessary." he said, tossing the key chain to her.  "It's the red
car in the garage.  The remote for the garage is on the visor.  Take good
care of the car, nothing better happen to it.  The little button on the key
chain is called a panic button.  Push it for only two reasons.  If you have
any trouble with the law, or if you feel that you are in mortal danger.  So
just remember, don't push the damn button." he said, pointing to a back
door of the office.  "Are there any questions?"

   "No." she said softly, as she stared at the floor.

   "OK then, get going, and make sure that the client doesn't call with any
complaints." he said, slapping her on the ass, hurrying her out the door.

   She found the red car that he was referring to in the underground
garage. It was a red BMW Z3 roadster, and just as he had said, the remote
for the garage door was on the visor.  The top of the convertible was
already down, and she found the exit from the back of the mall through the
alley, put her only a half block from the bridge.  She was quickly in the
city, and easily found the address in just over an hour.  The apartment
complex was in the nicest part of the city's upper east side.

   She had almost forgotten what she was on the way to do.  She felt free,
almost carefree.  She had found a big pair of sunglasses in the center
console, and put them on.  She saw herself in the mirror, her hair blowing
in the wind.  It was like looking at someone else, someone younger, more
fun, and more free than she had ever felt.

   She went to the apartment specified, and was shocked when the 7 foot
tall muscular black man opened the door.  She had know idea of who he was,
or that he played professional basketball, only that he was the tallest,
most muscular man that she'd ever seen.  She was dwarfed by the monster of
a man.  She realized that her mouth was hanging open in awe, before she
spoke.

   "Oh hello." she began.

   "Yo you Deb Barone?" he asked, looking her over.  She nodded her head
acknowledging her identity.  "Ray Barone, the columnist for Newsday, he's
your man?  Your Husband?" he asked, ensuring that she understood.

   "Yes." She replied, unsure of just what was expected of her.  This
monster knew who she was, and worse, who her husband was.

   "So then you be here for a good boning then honey?" he asked in a slur.

   "What?" she replied, not sure of what he meant.

   "You here to get fucked?" he asked again.

   "Yea, um, whatever, you know, whatever you want." she said hesitantly.

   "Well then get yo ass in here Mamma." he ordered, moving out of the way
to allow her into the spacious apartment.

   He led her into the living room, and dropped onto the massive leather
couch.

   "So how's you old man feel about you getting it on with other guys?" he
asked, reaching down and stroking his massive cock through his sweats.

   "Uhm, well, I mean ..." she stuttered, while trying to think up an
answer, "What's he going to say, I have a mind of my own, and can do, ah,
what I want." she added trying to sound confident.

   "So he knows that you're over here, about to get laid to waste, and
that's OK with him?" he asked, moving his arm and motioning her closer to
him.

   She walked over to the giant man, as she formulated her next answer. 
"He knows what I want him to know, and that's all he needs to know." she
said, trying to convince herself.

   "Well, why don't you take that little dress off, and let me see what you
got." he ordered, as she stood before him.

   She slipped the dress from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
"Oh hell, I know that dickless wonder don't know how to use all of that."
he commented, reaching out and pulling her into his huge arms.  He took and
enveloped her mouth with his own, taking her in a one passionate kiss after
another.  The kissing lasted for several minutes, before he pushed her head
down into his lap.  She immediately knew what to do, and slipped his
enormous organ from his sweats.

   Before taking it into her mouth, she appraised it.  Seeing it live and
in person, it looked larger than it had, as just a bulge in his sweats, and
she guessed that it had to be more than 12 inches long, and easily 4 or 5
inches across.  She couldn't help comparing it to Ray's cock.  It was
almost exactly twice as long, and almost three times as thick.  She hated
to admit it to herself, but this was now what she needed to be satisfied
sexually.  She had been fucked by larger cocks, but this one was
nevertheless on the larger side of the many cocks that had fucked her over
the ten days that she had been away, at least those that she could
remember, when she wasn't so out of it, from the drugs that she had been
given.

   She began sucking on the immense dick with an unexplained furiousness.
She had a need to see just how hard and large she could make this
incredible black snake, and how far she could take it into the depths of
her throat.

   While her attentions had been focused on his tool, he began exploring
the joys of her body.  His monstrous hands encasing her tits, and running
over her body, feeling every inch of her skin.  He soon snaked his thick
fingers into the folds of her cunt, finger fucking her feverishly.  Debra
soon found herself climbing to the peaks of ecstasy, as she took him as
deeply as she could into her throat, which wasn't quite all the way.  His
fingers had driven her over the edge, time and time again.  Even as she
cursed herself silently for finding such pleasures at the hands of a
stranger, she continued to wonder why she had been unable to find such
pleasure with Ray, her own husband, not wanting to admit to herself that
size really did matter.

   She knew that she had driven her new lover to his peak, when he lifted
her completely from his crotch, and positioning her like a rag doll, he
began sucking on her nipples, as he held her there effortlessly.  She cried
out in ecstasy, as her body rippled from the pleasure of his tongue's
savage touch.  She was amazed at his strength, as he folded her legs up to
her chest, and slid her now dripping cunt down over his glistening cock.

   The massive penis brought a feeling of complete and unequaled pleasure
to her, even through the mild pain of his piercing her cervix, as the thick
prick drove up into her, through her uterus and into her womb.  She began
begging him to do it harder and faster.  She begged for more, her dark
desires now taking over, her normally rational calm self was now lost in
her lust, as her body road the waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

   As she was lifted and dropped on the massive cock, she found her breasts
sucked hard, and bitten painfully, by the lust mad giant plowing into her.
He kept his dick buried inside of her, bouncing her up and down on his cock
playfully for a full ten minutes, before blowing his load deep into her
womb.  As she sat on his still hard cock, the pair returned to kissing
passionately.  The giant rested, and then after several minutes, he flipped
her around, and guided her lips back to his now slime coated cock.

   Debra was drawn to the tool that had given her such intense pleasure,
and she took the spent pole back into her mouth, content on nursing it back
to it's pleasure giving potential.  While her efforts remained focused on
the incredible pleasure giving organ, her partner's attentions turned to
her, as and he began working his massive finger into her sphincter.

   Debra languished in the pleasure, as he moved his fingers from her
pussy, coating it with their sex juices, before working it into her ass. 
She loved every moment of the debauchery, as she attempted to inhale his
cock.  He took his time, ensuring that he had properly lubed her passage,
before he pulled her still sucking lips from his cock, and stood up.  He
dropped her over the back of the couch, and pressed his cock into her pussy
again.  He stroked in and out a couple of times, to ensure that he had
lubricated his tool well, before pulling free of her cunt, and driving his
massive cock into her ass.  She again found herself lost in the throes of
passion, as he pummeled her mercilessly.

   She had only half listened, as he told her why he had chosen to fuck her
so viscously.  She was barely able to understand why he hated Ray so much,
but apparently he had taken offense to one of Ray's articles, talking about
the laziness and greed of today's professional athlete, and naming him
specifically.

   Hours passed, as she was ravaged by the muscular giant again and again.
She had lost track of how many times she had cum, but was sure that she had
driven him to at least a half dozen climaxes in less than four hours.  When
she finally pulled on her dress, and got up to leave, she heard him yell,
"Tell your husband just how lazy I am in bed honey!" laughing huskily.

   She returned to her car stumbling, her entire body was sore from the
hours of intense fucking.  She hadn't even noticed how her stocking had
gotten ripped from the garter, and had fallen down to her calves, or how
dishelved her hair was, until she was seated in the shiny red sports car.

   The ride back was tougher on her, as she cursed herself for her actions
but more for how much she had enjoyed them.  She had just over two hours to
pick up the kids.  When she left the apartment, the afternoon's traffic was
light, and she returned with just over an hour left, before she had to pick
them up.  She entered the office, and handing the twerp the keys to the
Beamer, she headed for her locker.

   "Hold it tramp!" he called out, before she got out of his office.  "We
got just a few things to do, before your done." he said, pointing to a
video camera on a tripod.  "Strip, and let's see how you look."

   Debra was too exhausted at this point to care, and dropped her dress
instantly.

   "Damn!  For an old lady, he sure worked you over.  Now turn around and
bend over for the camera."

   "So did you like it there honey?" he asked, zooming in on her crotch.

   "Yeah, it was good." she responded, without thinking.

   "But did he...?" The jerk asked.

   "Oh, I would say so." she said with a rueful smile.

   "Good then show me." he said dropping his pants.

   Debra looked at his woefully lacking equipment, rolled her eyes, and
dropped to her knees.  

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