The national news had ended and then the LA six o’clock team was coming on as the doorbell rang. I didn’t even know the place had a doorbell. Waldo excused himself and went to the door, leaving me alone for the moment. The anticipation of just who I was going to meet was kind of overwhelming. In my mind I still struggled to get free of the intangible thing that had wrapped around my consciousness, locking me prisoner in my own body.
Waldo escorted his client into the room and into my sight.
Tall, thin except for a paunchy gut, graying black hair that was slick with what had to be old-school Brylcreem, a buttoned-up plaid shirt on khakis, Doc Martens’, and wire-rimmed glasses. Thick glasses. I figured him for maybe late forties, about my Dad’s age. He was a geek in the extreme. No wonder he had to go to such lengths to get a woman!
Waldo looked at me as if waiting for me to react with something other than my Stepford-wife look.
“Christie, this is your Master. You will address him as Master until and unless he gives you permission to call him by name. From here on out you are to follow hs each and every instruction and you are to meet his every need. Pleasing him is why you are alive. You will never say ‘no’ to his requests unless he first gives you permission to make a free choice. Do you understand me, Christie?”
I wanted to cry. I wanted to SCREAM!
“Yes, Waldo, I do.”
Waldo turned to my new Master and swallowed, then he spoke,
“My work here is done. You will transfer the balance of the money now, yes?”
My Master pulled out a cell phone and turned it on. He drew a tiny keyboard from another pocket and tapped on it for a while before looking up at Waldo.
“Waldo, why don’t you call your bank and confirm my part of the bargain?”
Waldo called his bank and smiled when they confirmed his new account balance, he turned to me.
“Good luck to you, Christie.” Then he turned to my Master, “And my best wished for you, too, sir. I hope you like her.”
That was the last I saw of Waldo.
Without any instructions from my Master, I stood there at the entry to the house as he went back to the garage and brought in his bags. Looking out the door I had a glimpse of the cars whizzing by on the PCH and was helpless to run to the freedom that was so teasingly close.
“Can I see you, um, like, without the robe if that’s okay?”
“Yes, Master, of course.” I dropped my robe.
He walked around me and was clearly admiring what he saw. He was a geek, but I had to admit I was flattered in some small way. He reached to me and caressed my breasts, then ran his hands over my skin with the lightest, feathery touch. It tickled and I trembled from it. His hands went to my ass and squeezed me, not too tight, not too soft. There was longing in his touch and I knew it.
“Christie, have you ever been fucked before?”
Bold for a geek, wasn’t he?
“Yes, Master.”
“How many times?”
“Fourteen times by my ex-boyfriend and I’m unsure of how many times by the workout stations.”
He reached down to my pussy and worked a finger into me. I was kind of dry and unprepared for this so I winced from the sudden intrusion.
“Yeah. Now I get to fuck you.”
He pulled his finger out and sniffed it before taking me by the hand and leading me to the kitchen where he washed his hands. Then he led me upstairs and it was obvious to me what he had in mind. He led me into the bedroom that was so recently mine and tapped a password into the display, enabling his access. Then he tapped it again and the ventilation switched on to deliver a cooling breeze into the room.
He stood me by the bed and then went to the bathroom. I heard him piss and brush his teeth and then he came back out. He undid his shirt, neatly, button by button, and then folded it and placed it on the dressing chair by the bedside. His undershirt joined it only to be followed by the rest of his clothing. Turning to me he presented a sight that would have made me laugh in a different circumstance but scream in this one. He’d never worked out a day in his life and that was clear. His belly was sloppy fat and his arms were flabby. His chest hair was sparse and what there was of it was mostly gray.
I let my eyes travel to his crotch and saw a shock of unruly pubic hair surrounding a…familiar?…sight. I knew it! His cock was the spitting image of the cock on Invader!
With the erection making him look even more ridiculous he came close to me and drew me to him by my shoulders. Nervously, he kissed me. He was tentative at first and then he tried to get into it. Something kicked on in me and I felt an unwanted arousal start up inside me. I gently placed my arms around him and kissed him back. He kissed me like this for a few minutes and then stood back, panting a little, to look at me.
“Christie, lay back on the edge of the bed for me, okay?”
“Yes, Master.” And I complied. (Hesgonnafuckme!)
He walked up and spread my legs. He ran his hands admiringly over my knees and up to my belly, letting his hands linger there…holding me there. He scooted close to me and let his throbbing cock bounce on my belly. His full, hanging balls were cool against the warmth of my pussy.
“Christie, do you want me to fuck you now?” He looked at me through the thick glasses.
“Yes, Master, I do. Please fuck me if you want to.” (Fuckme?NOOOOO!!!!Getthefuckawayfrommeyoufuckingcreep!)
He pulled back and took his cock in his hand. He stroked it a little and it got firmer in response. Then he placed it against my wet pussy and the glow rose up in me. I didn’t want this! I didn’t want this awful man!
My Master started humping at me and with each thrust he penetrated deeper into my pussy. I saw a sweat break out on his brow as he took my knees into his hands and held them up to his paunchy sides. His cock drove deeper and deeper into me until I felt it bottom out in me. My body responded to him the same way I would’ve with Invader, I met his thrusts and scooted down the bed enough to get him into me nice and deep.
“You like my cock in you, little girl?”
It just sounded wrong coming out of a geek, you know?
“Yes, Master, I do.”
Which sounded even worse.
He started humping me faster and he took me by the waist while his horrid cock fucked into me. I felt his balls slapping on my ass and was suddenly and acutely aware of the sperm inside them. I momentarily felt my eyes widen with fear as the real me slipped out for a split second. He took it the wrong way and fucked me hard and fast.
I wanted to get away.
My hands went up to his hands that held my knees. I caressed them and was rewarded with my Master slowing down our first fucking into a series of deep, uncomfortable thrusts. My glow rose up and became a crescendo of wild, incredible pleasure. I felt my pussy contracting in waves around his thrusting cockmeat.
His cock swelled up and his head lolled about with the onset of his release. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and let him impale me with his need. It was too much for him and he gasped as I felt the entire length of his cock surge. He filled my unprotected pussy with his fertile, vital sperm. I felt the first pulse and reacted with a wild series of orgasmic contractions which triggered his next pulse into me.