Welcome
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“I’ve got to go, Steve. Laurie will untie you,” said Carla.
Steve looked up sleepily. Had he zoned out? Tied up? Oh right, he wasn’t tied up but cuffed to a kitchen chair they had placed in the living room. They used leather cuffs to secure his legs to the chair legs and his arms to the back of the chair.
It was Monday, Monique’s day but the other two came out of the kitchen where they were hiding and ganged up on him.
They being Laurie, Carla and Monique. They stripped his clothes off and sat him on the chair. They said the cuffs were quick release but they lied. Disrobing they were naked or practically so.
He was kissed fondled and sucked on. He was forced to do the same to them. A pill was forced on him so he wouldn’t get soft. It was great at the start but by them time they were done he was tired and a little sore.
He should be mad but he felt that he had brought it on himself. Looking around he saw Laurie asleep on the sofa. Her far leg was thrown over the back of the sofa naked below her waist, displaying the beautiful heart shaped bush around her pussy.
“Laurie, wake up,” he yelled. “Please wake up. Please wake up,” he begged.
It was no use. He had seen her like this before. Too much to drink and she was out for god knows how long. I guess I will have to call someone but who? Thank god he had one of those phones that you could talk to. He could call Monique but she was back with her kids now. And she and Carla both had work to go to tomorrow.
Who else had keys? His sister and her daughter did. But sis would make his life miserable forever and his niece would probably post him on the twitter-net or face-plant or whatever the hell people called those damn internet things. Would the internet ever tire of men bound up in a chair, naked, nekked, starkers.
Calm down. Calm down. He sat there thinking. He couldn’t do much else could he. He could only think of one person, Frieda. Don’t do windows, good for business, Frieda was his house keeper.
She was about five seven of indeterminate age and had long hair usually braided. He usually wasn’t home when she was cleaning the house, but when he was she never gossiped about her other clients or anyone else for that matter. He had tried. He would just have to trust her.
* * *
“Phone.”
“Yes sweetie,” it answered in a low sultry voice.
“Who’s that woman,” said another sexy voice.
The second voice was from the device he called Gizmo. It was voice operated and he only bought it to turn his lights on/off or dim them
His phone was talking to Gizmo. Usually Gizmo was in his bedroom and his phone was turned off in the living room. But now they were together and talking to each other. They didn’t make much sense and it was aggravating. Next time I see my niece I am going to throttle her he thought.
The last time sis and his niece had visited him, his niece noticed Gizmo and his phone and said she could program them to do so much more. Like a fool he had let her. From their car she brought back a small laptop computer and a bunch of wires. Working about an hour she said he would enjoy what she had done. After they left he realized she had created AI chaos. The little… Calm down. Calm down.
* * *
“Phone, call Frieda.”
“By your command Captain,” said the phone dialing the number.
“This Frieda. Don’t do windows. It be late.”
“Frieda this is Steve would you come over and help me I am in a spot of trouble.”
“Steve who? It late for just spot. What problem?”
“You’ll see when you get here. I’ll pay,” he said knowing she knew who he was.
“Okay, overtime maybe double.”
“Yes, yes anything please.”
“Okay,” she said hanging up.
* * *
While he waited he thought how did I get in this mess. It all started with Frieda. She had told him about the girls looking for a fourth to play cards and he had her introduce them to him. It had gone smoothly. They all got along and enjoyed themselves.
But then there was Laurie who was divorced. She was about five foot five with a cute face and beautiful brown hair. She would join him in the kitchen to make snacks. She started rubbing against him occasionally acting as if was an accident. Then it became more obvious and finally she came out and asked him if she could come over some time when the others weren’t there. By this time it was obvious what she wanted and of course he couldn’t refuse her could he?
* * *
Then came Monique. She was still married but she said one day her husband had wandered off and she had not seen him for almost a year. Good riddance. Monique was almost his height at five foot ten with dark hair and a statuesque body which she displayed with sexy clothes. One night after the others had left, she had asked if she could use his shower as she felt grimy and yucky. He said sure. It had gone okay until she shouted out if he could help her. She wanted him to scrub her back. And take off your clothes so they won’t get wet.
He stepped in. From the back she was still so hot. She handed him the wash rag and he slowly rubbed it up and down her soapy back.
“Please don’t turn around,” he asked as he was quickly getting aroused.
“Haven’t you have seen a naked women before?”
“Yes but not as hot as you,” he answered.
“Why sweetie.”
She spun around and pulled him tight against against her. She gave him an erotic kiss as she ground her groin into his, her full breasts flat against his chest. Then she leaned back and grabbed his penis.
“Oh look at this bad boy. He looks like he needs a little lovin.”
She squatted down and keeping her mouth wide open she placed her tongue under it and slowly leaned in only engulfing it with her lips when was all the way in. She ran her hot, moist mouth back and forth until he was nice and hard. Standing up she stepped out of the shower and pulled him after. Taking the big bath towel she dried him off then gave it to him so he could dry her. With the towel he explored every inch of her statuesque body.
She hung up the towel. Looking at the sink he noticed an unopened condom on the counter top. He knew he hadn’t left one there. No problem he thought as he put it on.
She walked into the bedroom and laid on top of the bed cover. She spread her legs and beckoned to him.
“Foreplay is over fuck me.”
* * *
And finally there was Carla. About five four with blond hair she wore cut short. Perky, cute was how he would describe her. She had come to the house one morning in tears. She said that she had days like this that just got to her and would he mind just holding her.
“What’s the matter,” he asked wrapping his arms around her.
“Just being alone. It would be nice having someone around with me, besides the cats that is.”
Steve tried hard to not laugh.
“Well I live alone,” he said without thinking this answer through.
“Yes, but you are a guy and it’s different with guys,” she answered.
Steve did not believe this but felt this was not the time to argue.
“I just miss being held and holding someone. You know the whole physical thing.”
The alarm bells in his head started.
“Well I will hold you as long as you like. But that is about all I can do.”
“Are you sure. You could do a little more. How about a little oral.”
Wow was she asking him to eat her out?
Before he could reply she had crouched down and pulled down his pants and drawers. She sucked his dick into her mouth and started to rock back and forth. Soon they were sitting naked on the couch with her facing him firmly engulfing his cock with her pussy.
* * *
After that it was Monique on Mondays, Laurie on Wednesdays and Carla on Thursdays or sometimes Fridays. I was so careful. I wrote out a schedule. I made sure the girls never caught me here with another. What went wrong. When the four would get together on the weekends to play cards or just socialize, the women never seemed nervous or otherwise acted as if anything was wrong.
Strapped to the chair it was obvious the three had figured out what he was doing. He hated that it would end now. He had figured it would end sooner or later, but not this soon. He heard the lock turn in the front door. Frieda stepped in and closed the door. She walked forward.
“What problem? Laurie on couch half naked. You strapped in chair. Yes big problem. And you still hard, hard to believe”
She laughed at her joke and then reached down and started feeling his cock. By this time he was too tired to react.
“They made me take that pill. They milked me dry but it hasn’t gone down yet.”
“Frieda dry spell also. Long time dry spell. Knocking opportunity yes.”
Frieda threw her dress back over her shoulder showing her breasts as she had no bra on. She stepped out of her panties. She had long saggy breasts and a shaved pussy. He couldn’t believe it. He was still turned on.
She saw the lust in his eyes. Straddling him she grabbed his prick and lowered herself on him. First she lifted her breasts and displayed them in front of his eyes. Then she put one breast in her mouth. She brushed his lips with the other one, teasing him with her nipple. He tried to lick it and put it in his mouth but she would pull away. She used it to rub all over his face. She poked him in the eyes with them. Leaning back she released them. She kissed him hard and he opened his mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth swirling it around. She then leaned back. Riding him hard she finally came.
* * *
She stood up, put on her panties and dropped her dress back down.
“No charge. Frieda do house keeping business. You do pussy business. Next time I come we renegotiate contract.”
She turned around and headed for the door.
“Wait you forgot to untie me.”
“Oh.”
She turned back and undid one strap on his arm.
“Sorry. There now you can reach the other straps.”
He started to babble again to himself.
“I don’t understand. I was so careful. How did they find out.”
Standing up Frieda stared at him.
“You still don’t get it do you,” she said, “They had you from the beginning. They planned the whole thing from the start. But I wasn’t involved, I only introduced you. The rest was on them not me. And don’t worry. They’ll be back acting as if nothing happened. You are too much fun for them to ditch you.”
“Wait, what happened to that accent. I knew it, I knew it. It was fake all this time. Why.”
“Accent good for business. Old world outfits good for business. Pigtail good for business. Now you, give me good business too.”
As she stepped out the front door, he undid the rest of the restraints and stumbled for the bathroom mumbling again. Four of them. How can I survive that. What was the song in that Cabaret movie. Oh yes, she died with a smile on her face.
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