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Desire & Ecstasy
(Author Unknown)

DESIRE & ECSTASY

Two stories in one book



BOOK 1 - VICTIM OF DESIRE



Chapter 1

    

    Have you ever harboured a secret sexual desire? Of course you have, but have you ever taken advantage when the opportunity arose to fulfil that desire? 

    Let me tell you my desire. It is to totally take control of a woman, to make her do everything I have ever dreamed of and to keep her in tow until she has fulfilled every sexual fantasy I have. This isn't role play stuff, this is for real and the woman has to be the willing victim of my desire as I don't want any repercussions after it has all happened. Welcome to my world ??" I'm Dave Goldsworth. What you are about to read is a story of the fulfilment of my desire. Is it fact, or fantasy? I will leave you to decide.

    

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    The victim of this story became part of my depraved attention quite by accident ??" they often do from my experience. Her name is Michelle. She has a rather plain kid of three years of age and she is a single Mum of the best kind ??" no attached males whatsoever. Michelle is fairly independent but she has a weakness that I came to discover and was only too willing to exploit for my own sadistic pleasure. 

    My wife had our second kid a few years back and ever since then Michelle has yearned for a second kid. Her problem is she didn't want a man in tow. Now, you'd think there'd be dozens of guys rush to the front of the queue to give the woman what was needed, but strangely, none did. The few she knows were repulsed at her idea. Of course most of them were married and under the thumb of their partner and would have been unable to easily "play away". I'm different. I often take myself off for a day at a time to write in peace. Now don't get me wrong. I really am close to my wife ??" I am ??" and I miss our kids terribly when I don't see them for more than a day, but because I am out and about a fair bit, I have opportunity.

    Now, this all began one day when Michelle was over with her kid playing with ours. I was up in the office typing out a scene for a play I was writing when I decided to go downstairs to get a drink. As I passed the living room door which was partly closed, and I was padding on the deep pile hallway carpet so was unlikely to have been heard, I picked up the voices. Michelle, bless her, was moaning about how desperate she was for another baby, yet she couldn't for the life of her see what she could do about it. My wife muttered something to console her and after Michelle had gone home she told me the whole story.

    Now Michelle is in her late twenties. She is, dare I say it, a stunning woman, with long fair, but not blonde, hair that goes down to her mid-back. She has big, steel-blue coloured eyes, a C size bra, is slender and she has the muscles of an athlete ??" like there is not an inch of fat on the woman. Add to that the fact she has petite ass cheeks that look like they could crack a nut, or my nuts at any rate!

    Over the next few days the idea came to me. I have a good sexual relationship with my wife but it is not, how shall we call it, adventurous.  My wife is an ex-convent girl who grew up knowing what sex is for ??" hence the kids. The merest suggest of playing games involving spanking and bondage, let alone colonic irrigation or a damn good pubic waxing, would probably make the poor dear die of fright.

    I have secretly longed for more variation in our routine for several years and suddenly Michelle was presenting herself to me on a plate. Alice, my wife, has known Michelle for years and for me, anyone that goes out with a Hell's Angel style biker must have something about them ??" even if they don't flaunt it in public. Okay there were a few things to resolve such as getting her to agree, but nothing I didn't think I could handle.

    Next time she came round with her kid it was sunny and they were outside in the garden. I took a good slug of Brandy and went out to say 'Hi'.

    It wasn't long before my wife had to go indoors to get one of the kids a drink. I seized the opportunity.

    "Michelle," I began.

    "Yes," she looked at me with her big, soft eyes.

    "Alice tells me you want another baby."

    "Yes, more than anything."

    "Really, but how are you going to do that being all on your own?"

    "I don't know."

    "Hmm, a tricky one. So just how badly do you want a baby?"

    "Really badly. I feel sort of incomplete without a second one, especially as all my friends are on at least number two if not three."

    "I see, so what would you do to be able to have a second one?"

    "Anything." She'd said the word I wanted to hear.

    "I see. Oh, change the subject, Alice is coming back. If you're serious, come up to my office in about ten minutes." I figured it was enough to entice her, to leave her wondering as to my intentions and though I knew Michelle well, we'd never so much as looked at each other in that way ??" well, she hadn't looked at me in that way, though I had harboured certain desires for a long period of time but always imagined they were just the inevitable unfulfilled fantasies. Now, those fantasies looked like they had at least a chance of becoming reality.

    I went back to my office and pretended to be busy writing, when in fact I was scheming how to satisfy some particular urges I had been fostering for a long time.

    Ten minutes later, Michelle appeared at the top of our stairs. She was wearing her usual figure-hugging jeans and a white blouse.

    "I'm serious," she pouted her lips and looked at me alluringly with her big steel-blue eyes. "What are your intentions?"

    "We'll see. Come in here a minute."

    Michelle did as she was told.

    "You're pretty good looking," I said as I stood up to meet her gaze. 

    "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself, actually." She smiled disarmingly.

    "Let's see how serious you are. Unzip those jeans a second."

    Without question, Michelle complied. 

    "Okay, let's see how serious you are."

    I spun her round so her back was to me and then I slid my right hand down the top of her jeans. The button popped open and I slid my hand down. I came to the top of her knickers. They felt smooth and warm as my hand gently pushed its way down over them until I felt the soft area of flesh I knew was her labia. As I slid my hand over this part of her body, Michelle gasped. She'd not been expecting such a direct approach but already knew deep inside her that she was going to get what she wanted only if she was a good girl. 

    I marvelled at the thinness of the material I was rubbing over ??" evidently she was wearing a thong. My fingers teased the material to one side and my finger found the slit between her labia. I rubbed her gently for a moment until I felt her moisten and noticed her breathing was a bit heavier. Then I withdrew.

    "Okay that will do for now. You'd better zip up and get back to Alice or she will suspect. Not a word, obviously, but call me soon to make more arrangements."

    "Okay," Michelle panted, still breathless from the surprise arousal. 

    I had begun to put my perverted plan into action. I had shown Michelle what was on offer ??" something she wanted ??" and now all I had to do was wait for her to get in touch. It didn't dawn on either of us in that moment that she did not have my cell phone number. In a moment Michelle was zipped up and on her way back to the garden as if nothing had happened. As soon as she had gone back to the garden I realised she didn't have my number and I kicked myself for the flaw in my plans. Sadly, the opportunity never presented itself to give her the number, though this would soon work to my advantage.

    The next day Michelle phoned my wife. Her car wouldn't start and she needed a jump start. I was out at the time but not a million miles from Michelle's little two up two down semi, and my wife called me on my cell phone. Half an hour later I had the jump leads connected and we started her car. Her little kid was messing around the yard but I took the next step in my devious plan ??" I gave Michelle my cell phone number so she could contact me next time she had a problem. Her car is about fifteen years old and on its last legs so the offer was readily accepted by her. Now, I didn't write my number down ??" I got her to tell me her cell phone number. I typed it in on the keypad and rang her. That gave her my number which she stored in her memory. She never thought about the flip side ??" I now had her number, which went into my memory bank under a false name, not that anyone ever looks through my phone book, but you have to be careful.

    I didn't hear from Michelle for a couple of weeks, so I sent her a text. Basically it said, "if you want a baby, ask 4 it."

    One minute later the reply came back ??" "please". 

    I texted back, "U said U'd do anything ??" is that still true?"

    I waited nervously for the reply. One minute passed and then another and after five minutes I gave up waiting. I carried on with my job and then suddenly, after about two hours, my phone beeped me to let me know I had a new message. 

    It said "yes, anything. What do you want to do?"

    I replied by text "Lots. When do you have a morning free?"

    "Next Weds," came the reply.

    "Will send instructions Tues," I replied and then shut down my phone. I didn't want any strange messages beeping at me when I got home. It was Friday and the weekend passed quickly, my mind distracted by the thoughts of the coming Wednesday. I made my plans, gathered together some basic things I intended to take with me, and then did my best to act like nothing was going on. Actually it was a great weekend and my older kid nearly beat me on the nine hole pitch and putt course. He's only four so it would have been embarrassing if he'd succeeded.

    There were no more messages when I switched the phone on each day for the next few days, and on Tuesday morning I sent her a text which said: "U still do anything?"

    I waited ten minutes for the reply. It beeped at me and said "yes". So, I typed in the instructions. "Be ready 4 me at 10 after school run. B naked with a bathrobe on. More when I C U."

    There was no reply, which was a bit of a worry to me. I'd gone to pains to rearrange my Wednesday morning so no one would be suspicious about where I was or what I was doing. I just had to hope she'd got the last text.

    That Tuesday night I hardly slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, the picture of what I imagined Michelle would look like in the nude came to me. I had a semi-hard on all night long, even after the usual half hour of hot, steamy sex with my partner under the duvet.

    Wednesday dawned bright and fair and I packed my car up as usual, adding the small bag I had prepared for this special visit. It was my so-called starter kit. If Michelle was as good as her word it would be enough for the morning but greater thought would be required for the future. Most certainly I had plans for Michelle that did not immediately involve her getting in the baby way ??" actually I figured the longer I could keep that off the menu the more fun I would have.

    "Hi," I said when she opened the door for me bang on ten. She'd obviously got the message for she stood there with a bathrobe wrapped tightly round her body.

    "Hi Dave," she said with her husky, sexy voice. "Come on in." I did and the door closed behind me. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, evidently not going to beat about the bush, I figured.

    "We'll see. First though, some basic things. You're sure you want another baby?"

    "Yes," she replied.

    "You know I won't be able to be a part of its life, apart from when you come round so the kids play together."

    "Yes."

    "You know I won't be helping financially or in any other way."

    "Yes, that's exactly how I want it. Didn't Alice tell you everything?"

    "No. Also, she must never know."

    "Of course not," said Michelle. "Do you think I'm totally stupid? That woman would kill me."

    "Yes, and me too I should think. Okay, some more things. If we are going to go through with this you have to agree to do everything I ask of you without question."

    "Okay. Cut to the point. You want me to be your sex slave, is that it?" Her eyes were bright and her face smiling. Shit! She was making this too easy for me.  My cock was aching now and my plans were already in danger of going awry. 

    "Yes, basically. You learn to do everything that I ask of you and your reward will be the baby. Of course, it may take one or two attempts or it may take a lot. Either way, we'll keep on trying just as long as you want to and just as long as you do what I want you to do. I suggest we set up two mornings a week to start with. That way I can make it fit into my usual routine and Ali won't get suspicious."

    "Okay, today is a good day," Michelle scratched her head as she thought about her schedule, "and Friday would be the next best."

    "Okay. Now, I see you got my text. Stand up and show me what you are wearing under the robe."

    Michelle stood up and almost demurely she opened the bathrobe. She was wearing a white bra and a white thong. 

    "I see you have some learning to do. When I said be naked with just the bathrobe, that is what I meant. Now, have you ever been into discipline, bondage, that sort of stuff?"

    "No," Michelle's breathing became a little harsher at the mention. "I'm not sure I'd like to either. It all sounds a bit weird to me."

    "Quite the innocent woman really, aren't you?" I said, knowing this was far from the case.

    "I guess so."

    "So what did you get up to with Richard?" I should explain Richard is the father of her kid. Richard was married at the time but had this six month affair with Michelle, and she used the time to make sure she ended up with a kid. When she announced she was having a baby, that was the point Richard went back to his wife. Also, because I knew Richard and that he was well into bondage games, I figured Michelle had been obliged to try them on more than one occasion. Actually Michelle came across as demure, a natural submissive who got a thrill from being tied up and used by men.

    "Not a lot really. We were only together six months and I guess we never got too adventurous."

    "That's a shame. You realise if you want this baby you are going to have to get adventurous real quick?"

    "Yes, I've got that feeling up in your office and it's okay if you don't do anything too extreme."

    "I'll do what I want, but for today I intend to find out what kind of things make you tick." 

    I was sitting on the sofa and Michelle was across the room from me.

    "Come over here and stand in front of me," I instructed her and Michelle did so. "Now," I said when her crotch was about two feet from my face, "in future, whenever I see you I expect you to not be wearing any underclothes. You will also be wearing a skirt that comes at least a few inches above your knees. Got that?"

    "Yes," Michelle replied softly.

    "Also, when we meet up here I do not want you to wear a bra. Either you will be in the bathrobe or you will be wearing a tight, thin blouse. I will always tell you before I arrive. Understand?"

    "Yes, Dave," she said, and I was sure she was taking it all in.

    "And when you come over to our house for the kids to play, it's the same idea on the short skirt. Obviously you otherwise have to dress normally or Ali will suspect but, if I'm in, you will make a point of coming to my office and letting me touch you up."

    "Yes, Dave," she said softly. My hand was on her left leg now, slowly trailing up the inside of her leg. 

    "Open your legs wider. When you come to my office you will stand with your legs apart so I have easy access. When I arrive here you will do the same by standing opposite this sofa as you are now."

    "Yes, okay Dave," she said and shuffled her feet apart. Her breathing quickened as my hand trailed up the inside of her leg and glided over the outside of her thong. I felt her labia and the hard, stiff bud of her clitoris as I trailed over her. She gasped as my fingers touched her sex through the thong.

    "I see you are not shaved," I said. "Do you think it looks good to have your pubes poking out of the sides of the thong?"

    "No, Dave," she agreed. 

    I teased my hand inside her thong. It was easier this way than when I'd done it in my office. My memories of those brief few seconds a few weeks earlier were correct. She did indeed have a lot of pubic hair and it got wrapped round my fingers, making it harder for me to locate the crack between her sex lips. I found it after a few seconds and noted she was already moist from the way I had touched her. I teased the thong to one side until I had gained easier access to her vulva and then I gently parted her lips and found the swollen, hard bud of her clitoris. She had a very prominent bud and a very sensitive one. Michelle was breathing heavily now and I had barely begun. Clearly the years deprived of sex had left her very sensitive and as I teased a finger into her vulva I realised she was also tight again. My finger slid in easily as her lubrication increased, her arousal intensifying nicely.

    "Are you naturally orgasmic?" I asked.

    "Not usually," she replied. "Most of my experience has been with men who've been in and out so quickly it has never really aroused me. This, though," she gasped, "is different."

    "Good." I removed the finger as I spoke. "That's enough for the moment. Don't want you to enjoy yourself too much just yet. Kneel down, Michelle, and see what effect you have had on me."