Stockholm Syndrome

"Hmm, I bet. She probably wears a one piece on the beach, to cover her oh so sensitive skin. I bet you hate her one-pieces. I bet you wish she would slut it up and wear a string bikini and a thong to the beach. Not that it would help. It would just show off her terrible body. Expose all of that pale skin. She's so pale it would probably blind you. She's not trying to please anyone visually. It's practical, not sexy. Her own behavior shows that she knows that she has little to offer, so she doesn't even try. You know what the fact that she burns easily tells me? It tells me she was not built to attract. She was not meant to be attractive to a man. She couldn't pull off a teeny bikini if she tried. Her body was not built for it. Only sluts like me can pull them off."

"I bet you love going to the beach, don't you? I bet you love staring at those tanned beach sluts in their tiny bikinis. And when they make eyes at you, and see what your wife has to offer, I bet they all know what you're thinking. I bet they see what you're thinking in your dirty little mind. They know that you are dying to sneak away from the hag. Maybe sneak away after she takes a nap. After she had asked you to wake her up if she falls asleep so she doesn't burn. Those sluts know that you are dying to sneak down the beach, take a tanned beach slut in each arm, find a nice shady spot, and fuck their brains out. Your wife would be getting roasted in the sun when you're spraying your load inside some slut you barely know. Your wife would be woken up by some slut screaming in orgasm around her husband's dick. That's what you would be thinking, right?" Jessica said.

John saw what she was doing now. He saw that she was inventing these little scenes to titillate him. To make him think that something like this could have happened. It hadn't, but she wanted him to think it could've. But then, the scene she painted out flashed into his head, and despite his better judgment, it did sound a little sexy. John couldn't help but react to the picture she painted. His dick started to harden yet again. She looked at him, awaiting an answer.

"Yes." John said. Jessica laughed and reached down to slowly stroke his dick.

"Very good, John. Two down." Jessica said.

For Tammy, listening to these long, whispered conversations was driving her nuts. The idea that they were talking about something they didn't want her to hear was making her crazy.

"Would you guy's stop fucking whispering!" Tammy yelled out. Jessica looked over at her with a smug smile.

"Do you think you could handle listening in on what we're saying, Tammy? What do you think, John? Should we stop whispering?" Jessica asked. John thought quickly.

"No. We should keep whispering." he replied, looking at Tammy, willing her not to push it. Tammy looked at her husband in the eyes. She got the impression he was trying to protect her, protect her from the horrible things Jessica was no doubt saying. Tammy fell silent.

Jessica crawled down the bed till her chest was above his now hard dick. She grabbed a breast in each hand and lowered herself so her breasts were pushed against his torso, on either side of his hard dick. She looked up into John's eyes, and then pushed her breasts together around his hard cock.

"Oh, shit." John yelled out, feeling that perfect softness all over his dick.

"Tammy, I'll make you a deal." Jessica started, moving her chest so John's dick was plunging up and down between her tits. "If you describe how fucking hot the sight of me fucking your husband is, I'll give you bathroom privileges."

Tammy thought this over. As much as she hated to do it, she knew she had to get bathroom privileges. She knew she would have to bite the bullet and comply with Jessica.

"Watching you two is hot, okay?" Tammy said quickly.

"Not good enough Tammy." Jessica said in a sing-song voice as she happily bounced her massive breasts around her husband's dick. "Make me feel how hot you think we are. Make me believe it."

Tammy rolled her eyes. This woman was evil, but she had to get through this ordeal. She had to work with her to make things easier.

"Watching you two is so fucking hot. You guys, ugghh. You guys look so good together." Tammy said, feeding into Jessica's ego.

"There you go." Jessica said, like a proud mother. "I knew you liked watching us. Is that what you're into? Do you like watching your husband fuck other women? Is that what makes you hot? Is that you're sick little fetish? You like seeing your husband fuck other women better than he ever fucks you?"

Tammy gritted her teeth, and said, "Yes, I love it."

"I knew it. I knew you were one of those girls. Knows they're not good enough for their men, so they let them fuck around. Is that it? Is that what you're into? I bet whenever you drive through the bad part of town, and you see some slutty hooker on a street corner, you want to pay her, take her home, and let your hubby plow her for a few hours. Let him get some real sex for once. Right?" Jessica said.

"Yes." Tammy replied simply.

"You hear that, John?" Jessica said with a laugh. "She wants you to fuck around on her. Isn't that great news?"

John was in a different world. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling now. The feeling of those soft, massive breasts surrounding his dick. The sensation of his dick plowing up through her cleavage till it appeared just under her chin. He had never experienced anything close to this. As much as he hated to think it, he knew Tammy would never be capable of giving him this pleasure. Jessica was pushing her breasts around his dick, making sure that he got the full effect of her huge tits against him.

This was the first time he had had extended contact with her breasts, besides her pressing her breasts against his chest post-sex. This was the first time he had ever tit-fucked a woman. He had never been with a woman with such large breasts, such huge tits, such massive jugs. And just seeing them pouring through her hands as her tits pressed snugly around his cock set him off.

"Fuck!" John yelled out. Geysers of cum started bursting out of his cock into the air before landing on her breasts. He could not believe how hard he was cumming. It just didn't stop. Cum just kept bursting out of his dick in large streams all over her chest. After what seemed like forever, the flow finally stopped.

"Wow!" Jessica said, the tops of her breasts covered in cum. As she sat up, some of his cum dripped down onto him. She started to play with his cum with her fingertips, rubbing his cum around her nipples. John was exhausted from cumming so hard. He just lied there exhausted as she stood up. Jessica quickly walked out of the room. She returned within a minute, rag in hand. She walked towards Tammy.

"No, No. Please don't." Tammy begged, knowing what was about to happen. Jessica pressed the rag against her mouth and nose. Tammy couldn't help but breath in the medicine-like scent coming from the rag. Within a minute, she was feeling woozy. She soon had no concept of where she was. She didn't feel the hands untie her, or the hands guiding her.

John watched Jessica take Tammy into the bathroom, and then return a few minutes later. John was disappointed as he watched Jessica efficiently retie Tammy to the chair. He was angry to see how well thought out Jessica's plan was. She had every little thing planned out. John realized that Jessica was probably really smart. Crazy, but smart. Jessica stood up and sauntered back towards the bed. John looked over at Tammy and saw she was in a daze from what Jessica had dosed her with. John's eyes were drawn to Jessica as she stood before him. A lot of the semen on her breasts was now gone, but some had dripped down the front of her breasts. Her fingers scooped up most of the remaining cum.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious." Jessica said, putting her fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off of them. "Now, I'm guessing you want breakfast too?" she added, joining him on the bed. John said nothing

"I bet you're pretty hungry." she said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Starving." John relented.

"Well, you know what you have to do. So, I'm gonna assume you're aiming for both of you to eat. So the way I figure it, you might as well get them both out of the way, boom, boom. Then, I'll feed you guys something nice. You might as well say them out loud. She's out of it. The only thing she might remember would be your voice in her subconscious, bashing her. But she won't say anything about that."

John thought it over. He knew he had to get these insults out of the way. He tried to remember what she had said earlier again. He felt like he had gotten the best of Jessica in a way. He didn't really feel like he had said anything that bad. He had just led into things, and Jessica had taken the ball and ran with it. He had provided a topic, and she had filled in the blanks with her own scenarios. John felt like he could do this again.

"Her legs aren't particularly sexy." John said civilly.

"Like how?" Jessica asked. John was disappointed that he was forced to go into detail.

"Ugh, well, their kinda short, and stubby, I guess." he said, echoing her earlier statements.

"And?" she asked cutely. John had to search his mind for an actual complaint about her legs. He had never been a leg man, so he had never really factored in her legs in his thoughts of her attractiveness. He had to think like a leg man. If he were a leg man, what would he look for? Leg men like long legs. Legs that were firm with muscle. Strong, but feminine. Legs that would look amazing in a skirt and high heels. Legs that would look amazing covered in oil. Legs that would feel amazing wrapped around you.

"Her legs are kinda flabby. I don't think she ever works them out. And their dry too. They're not the type of legs you run your hands down. And, uh..." he started before stopping himself.

"And what?" she asked, eager for him to continue.

"She has cankles. She's really self-conscious about them, so she never wears flip flops or sandals." John said, betraying a secret that Tammy was really embarrassed about.

"Ew. That's nasty." Jessica said, supporting him. "So I'm guessing you've been to some work parties with her, right? Where she had to wear a skirt to show off her nasty legs? I bet you didn't look at her legs once, because you already knew she had nothing to offer there. No one would blame you. No one there was probably impressed with those stubs. Now, there was probably one nasty slut at this party. There always is at one of those work parties. The one slut that wears the indecently short skirt, you know, one of those that just reach below her ass. And she wears high heels to really show off her sexy legs. I bet you couldn't take your eyes off of her. Off of those long, smooth legs. Your wife was disgusted by that slut she works with, but you were not. You kept making eyes at her, at those legs of hers. Other people noticed, but you didn't care. You just could not take your eyes off of her. And I'm sure she was returning the favor, checking out how hard you got for her. You tried desperately to sneak away, sneak into the supply closet, bend that bitch over and fuck her brains out? Didn't you? Didn't you!?" she demanded.

John had noticed that a few of the girls Tammy worked with were kinda skanky. He had noticed a few of them when he went to one of Tammy's work parties. That much was true. And he had noticed those skanky girls looking at him. Was that what they were thinking about? Were they thinking about fucking him?

"Yes." John said. Jessica kissed his cheek.

"Very good, John. You're doing so well. I'll definitely feed you. Now, are you sure you want her to eat? She's done nothing to deserve it, not like you. You know you need to keep your energy up to please me. Why not just stop now? She needs to lose a few pounds anyway. You'll be fed. That's all you really need. Screw her, John." Jessica suggested.

"Fuck you." John responded. Jessica just smirked.

"Fair enough. What do you got for me know? C'mon, let's bash her some more so she can get fed." Jessica said, rushing him, annoyed.

John had to think again of another insult for his lovely wife. He remembered what Jessica had said about his wife's ass. This made him remember what his reward was for these insults. Not the food, but the other thing. Her ass. If he bashed Tammy again, his dick would soon be buried in Jessica's ass. He had already earned the right to lick her ass again. He had to admit, the thought of her ass did turn him on. And the thought of her tight asshole stretched around his hard dick did sound appealing. The thought of Jessica's ass forced him to compare it to Tammy's, and it became clear there was no comparison at all.

"Her ass. Her ass is pretty disappointing." John said.

"In what way?" Jessica asked.

"It's, uh, well, there's not much there. It's pretty bony." John said.

"What else?" Jessica asked.

"It's pretty flat too. There's not much to grab onto. Also, even though it's small and flat, it's, uh, kinda flabby. It's not very firm." he said, hoping that would be enough.

"So, you like round asses? Nice, round firm asses? Big, but not too big? Something that you can grab onto? Something you can spank? Something that can handle the rough fucking you want to put it through?" Jessica asked.

"Yes." John replied. He awaited the naughty, ass-related situation she was about to present.

"I bet your wife has probably pissed off other women before, right? She seems like the type to say stupid things. Being the prude she is, I'm sure that when you guys went out to the bar, she made some nasty comments about some of the sluts there. I bet she got drunk and made some stupid comment that was no doubt overheard by some slut. She probably hadn't noticed your eyes following this sluts bouncing ass all night in those tight, painted on jeans. Tammy saw some nasty slut with a perfect ass, and she got jealous. So she made fun of this slut to hide her insecurity. But sluts don't just sit back and take it. The slut came back at her, and you were forced to get in the middle. You maybe copped a few quick feels of this slut's perfect ass, and I'm sure the slut noticed. You had to pull your wife away, out of the bar, and dump her drunk ass in the car. You were forced to drive away, but that's not what you really wanted to do. You wanted to march right back into the bar, straight into the bathroom, where you knew that bitch would be waiting. You wanted to pull down those tight jeans of hers and just bury your dick in her tight asshole. Right?" Jessica finished.

John thought about what she had just said. Just the thought of some dark, rough anal sex with some sexy bar skank in a dirty bathroom did sound sexually stimulating in a perverse way. It had obviously never happened, but John kinda wondered what would've happened if he was put in that situation.

"Yeah." John said, hardening as she told her story. He was just playing along, not enjoying it, of course.

"You're getting good John. That's insult number four. You prepared for some booty?" Jessica asked, leaning up. She knee-walked and assumed the position over John, straddling his head, facing his feet. John really took in her ass as it hovered above him. It looked spectacular. It was so perfectly round and firm. John wasn't sure what he would have done if his hands were free. Would he have shoved her down and tried to fight back against her? Or would he have reached up and grabbed two handfuls of those perky ass cheeks? Luckily he didn't have to face that choice.

Jessica reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. There it was. Jessica's asshole was exposed to him again. John couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Why did he find the sight of her asshole so alluring? Why was his mouth salivating at the sight of it? It didn't taste that good, did it? He found himself forgetting the taste. The only solution in his mind was to give her asshole another quick lick to refresh his memory. His tongue reached out and gave Jessica's asshole a firm lick.

About a half hour later, Tammy started to come down from whatever Jessica gave to her. As she started to come around, she started to hear a wet, sucking sound echo through the room. She looked towards the bed and saw John sucking Jessica's ass. He was really getting in there. His head had reached off of the bed, eager to plant itself between her ass cheeks. His cheeks were hollowing. He must be sucking her ass so hard. She looked to his eyes, hoping to see some fight. His eyes were closed. He clearly wanted to focus all of his attention on sucking this bitch's asshole. For the next half hour, Tammy just watched as her husband maintained this vigorous rimming. He had made Jessica cum twice, simply by sucking her asshole. At the end of this half hour, she finally lifted herself off of her husband's face. Tammy was shocked to see her husband's extended tongue appear from within Jessica's asshole as she rose. His tongue had been buried as far as it could in this whore's ass! When his tongue had escaped the clutches of Jessica's tight asshole, and as her asshole clenched shut, Tammy noticed her husband's tongue extend forward and give Jessica's asshole a little flick.

Did he like it? Did he like licking this bitch's asshole? She had pulled away, but his tongue went back for more. No of course not. She must be imagining things.

As Jessica turned around, she had bent over with her ass facing Tammy. Tammy couldn't help but notice her asshole was covered with her husband's spit. There was spit all over her ass crack. Her husband had gone crazy back there.

Jessica bent to take John's dick into her mouth again. This wasn't for pleasure. This was for lubrication. It would need it to get to where it was going. She gave John a nice wet blowjob for a few minutes before his dick was soaked. She then straddled his dick, facing his feet, giving John a perfect view of her ass. She wanted to make sure he would get a good view of it as it worked.

She reached behind her and grabbed his rock hard dick. She slapped it against her wet asshole a few times. She smiled as John looked at her. Then she started to sit on his dick. John groaned out loud as he felt the tip of his dick press hard against her asshole. Jessica screamed out loud as his dick started to break the tight seal. As her asshole started to stretch around the tip of his dick, John couldn't help but yell out loud.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed out in shock, not expecting her asshole to feel so good. He knew it was tight from having his tongue buried inside it. But he didn't realize it was this tight. His dick head finally popped completely into her asshole, causing him to scream out loud again. He almost came it felt so good, but he held himself off. He knew Jessica could sense this, so she kneeled in place with just the head of John's dick in her asshole, letting him get used to the incredible pleasure he was feeling. Once the cum simmered in his balls, she started to lower herself. John watched in shock as his dick started to disappear up her ass. Her ass was unbelievably tight. Just that tightness surrounding his dick on all sides was driving him nuts. After a few minutes of work, her ass settled in his lap, his dick now buried to the balls in her ass. Then, she started to bounce.

"Holy Shit!" John called out, his dick numb with pleasure. His eyes were transfixed by her bouncing ass. Her firm cheeks bouncing looked so fucking good. Just watching her ass bump and grind and flex. It truly was hypnotizing. John could do nothing but take it. Just lay back and take in the full force of Jessica's ass.

John couldn't help but marvel at her stamina. Her ass was a blur in front of him at it bounced in his lap at an incredible speed. She did not stop. She kept going and going, and it kept pushing him closer to the edge. As if she knew exactly what he was feeling, as he turned the corner towards his orgasm, she brought her ass down into his lap and stayed there, his entire dick buried in her ass. John saw her ass cheeks flex as she clenched her ass around his dick, sending him over the edge.