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A Vixens Demise

Jon Maddux

Chapter 1

     For some time I have fawned over, even lusted for those women who wear another mans ring on their finger.  There is something erotic about seeing a married woman bend over in a store and give a little peek down her blouse, seeing something only the man she swore herself too is allowed or suppose to see.

     I have often fantasized about being lucky enough to find some married woman wanting nothing more than an intimate encounter.  The eroticism lies in her unattainability, her purity.  There is something special about married women.  Being young once I had my share of women.  The women a man meets in a bar or club is a whole different species if you will, than the married women I am so fascinated by.

     Compare it to a hunter.  Your average hunter is much like your average 24 year old male.  One stalks the woods in search of deer or rabbit and the other bars and clubs for young females.

     Much like the deer or rabbit those females are easily attainable with minor skill and little to no risk.  Married women however are a much more difficult and dangerous type of game.  Compare them to hunting wild boar or lions.  You must have a much greater level of skill and daring to chase down this prey.  Whereas the boar or lion could kill or maim in this case it’s the husband who may kill or maim you.

     A large amount of skill is required; these women are married, already taken.  They don’t need your company or the hassles that may come with it, to take down this game you must be the consummate professional, a hunter of unmatched skill if you are to have even the slightest chance.

     Sometimes it’s more about the gear or equipment the hunter has at his disposal than merely his skills alone.  Perhaps if he has some form of leverage, some undeniable reason for his prey to succumb to his desires his odds are increased ten fold.

     I have studied this idea in depth for some time, what it would take to get the woman or type of women I find most desirable.

     In order to answer that I would have to describe the traits I would be interested in before we get to physical attributes.

     Above anything else I demand the woman be feminine and ladylike!  She must exhibit this femininity in her dress, appearance, and be above reproach morally.

     I would expect her to wear skirts and dresses the majority of the time.  Her hair would also have to be at least shoulder length, her love and devotion to her family unquestionable.

     The problem with this as you might guess is a woman like this isn’t going to just hike her dress up, bend over and offer you a poke. No, a woman like this requires something to entice her into giving up what is desired.

     In the case of this story, the woman’s name is Alison.  She is a very loving and devoted wife and I at first glance knew I would love to spend an evening pleasuring her and being pleasured by her.

     I came across her one weekend as my wife and I were garage sale shopping.  We had decided to hit the higher end neighborhoods because they have the best stuff at the best price.

     Seeing Alison I guessed that she and her husband definitely made six figures a year, her dress and grooming were flawless, keep in mind she was working a garage sale and dressed to the nines.  She screamed high maintenance and I liked what I saw!

     She looked to be around 5’2, perhaps a little taller but not much so if she were, but goodness what a lovely looking woman.  Her summer dress clung to her curvy shapely body and I estimated her figure to be about a 43D-32-44, sporting a size 16 dress.

     I could occasionally get a vague glimpse of her lingerie under the dress when the sun hit her body just right.  Her bra and panty appeared to be navy blue, the bra was nothing special but the panty appeared to be boy leg briefs.

     As I looked over her items and her body I took note of a computer for sale.  The sign on it said it didn’t work but was good for scrap parts.  As a part time computer tinkerer I began to wonder what might be on the hard drive.  What little tidbits might be salvageable if I had time to get it running?  I quickly made her an offer and minutes later was loading it into the back of our car.

CHAPTER 2

     I took the computer home and began researching what parts I needed to get it running.  A few web sites later I had ordered roughly 200$ worth of parts.

     They arrived over the next two weeks and I began replacing power supplies, fans, fuses and the internal battery.  After just three weeks of working in my spare time I had it up and running.

     It was a treasure trove from the word go.  I could tell, based on what I replaced, that a lightning strike or power surge was the likely culprit and that the computer had simple been written off as junk.  Ah how the wealthy like to spend money!

     As I slowly began combing through the hard drive I began to find the holy grail of garage sale junk.  In various folders I found half dozen videos and over 50 pictures.  The videos were of her and what was probably her husband in various sexual interludes.

     The pictures were more of the same and many of just her naked, half naked, performing oral sex, and just posing nude for him.  Here I see this little goody goody prude flaunting her wares, my what would the women in her rotary club think of her?

     I began converting the videos to DVD and making copies of the pictures and placing all of the content on an external portable hard drive.  This would be my out in case my plan went south.

     Once I had what I needed I then connected the hard drive to my laptop, placing it in a locker at the bus station.  I had two batteries in the laptop and had set it up to turn itself on every 12 hours and probe through its wireless connection to the home server I had.  It woke itself, checked for its command and would then go dormant again for 12 hours repeating the cycle.  I tested it and learned it took almost 2 months for the batteries to go dead running this profile.

     The commands it sought out were the abort codes.  If it failed to receive them it would then begin uploading information to various sites I programmed into it.  In this case I was setting it up as a fail safe, it was programmed to begin uploading all the videos and pictures to a handful of amateur adult porn sites unless I logged in remotely and entered in those precious codes.

     Once I had those things figured out I sought out this beauty of a garage sale queen in order to make her an offer I hoped she couldn’t refuse!

CHAPTER 3

     I began by doing some surveillance of the intended mark. This part wasn’t as hard as it could have been but only because I had one vital part of the equation, her home address.  I staked out her house and began to follow her around, trying to learn her schedule and also that of her husband.

     What I learned was that she went to work every morning around 7am, went straight to her office building on Tuesday and Thursday, but the other weekdays would leave around 6:30 and stop by the gym for a workout before work.

     Her office building office directory listed some ad agencies which I assumed she worked in.

     To complete the intel mission I also followed her husband and discovered he worked in a law office.  He dressed very well, much better that a legal aid would so I guessed him to be an attorney with the firm.  His exact position I wasn’t sure of but since I knew his last name but didn’t see it on the office I assumed he wasn’t a partner.

     The game was afoot, I now knew this couple held respectable positions especially the wife whose very livelihood was dependant on her public image.

     The next step was printing out a few of the pictures and putting them in an manila envelope along with a note that simply read, ?Unless you want to be world renown and featured on porn sites world wide you will tell no one of this letter and call 555-3903!?

     I placed the envelope under the wiper blade of her stylish SUV while she was in the gym and waited, watching from across the lot.

CHAPTER 4

     She emerged from the gym, stopping to grab the envelope from the windshield, I watched as she opened it, she immediately looked around and then got into her vehicle.

     Moments later my phone rang.

     ?Who is this, how did you get these, what do you want??

     ?My name is Jon, Alison, before you hang up let me assure you I have many more of these types of pictures and am very willing to make you famous unless you do exactly as you’re told.?

     ?Please, listen I have money, I would be willing to pay for them just please don’t do anything either of us would regret!?

     ?I assure you Alison, I cannot be bought, and money is absolutely not my motivator in this instance!  In case you’re interested I also have some very nice video footage of you in the buff suffering through several sex sessions with your husband.  I say suffering because after watching the tapes it became very apparent to me sex is a one way street with him, that and I don’t believe I observed you having an orgasm on any of the videos.?

     She began to grow very nervous and was sobbing lightly.

     ?You’re to go ahead and goto work.  You will call me at 2pm, at this time you will learn more of my intentions.  I will warn you Alison, the pictures and videos are loaded on a remote server.  If you try and have me arrested you will be sealing your own fate.  If the abort codes aren’t entered remotely at specific intervals the files will automatically upload.  I am the only one who can enter the codes to reset the timer Alison.  If anything keeps me from entering the codes, well every pervert in the world will know your face.?

     She said nothing else only hung up.  I watched as she drove off, undoubtedly shaken that a complete stranger knew her name and had these intimate images of her.

     Later that afternoon at exactly 2pm my phone rang.

     ?This is Alison, I don’t have privacy to talk long, I apologize but this has to be short.?

     ?Well Alison, I have no real need to talk to you very long.  I trust you have thought through what you were shown earlier?  I also trust that since you career is dependant upon your PR image that you’re not willing to deny my requests and end up in the unemployment line.  Your husband works until 5pm every day, he won’t be home until at least 5:30.  From what I have seen your lunch break is 11am until noon.  Tomorrow during your lunch break you will be at the Omni Hotel.  It’s an 8 minute drive from your office to the hotel which will give us almost 45 minutes to talk.?

     She began whining about the terms but agreed to comply, really what choice did she have?

CHAPTER 5

     It was close to 20 after 11 when she finally showed.  She took a seat in the lobby, waiting I supposed for me to show and identify myself.

     Not to dismay her I walked over and took in the sight of her beauty as I offered her my hand, introducing myself.

     She was drop dead gorgeous!  She was wearing a grey business suit, with skirt, her long dark hair was in a French twist, and her large brown eyes glistened like ice hanging from an eave on a sunny day.

     I noticed immediately the rather large diamond set in her wedding ring which appeared to be made of platinum.  The ring seems to tell anyone interested, ?my husband has money and I am very well cared for!?

     I invited her to join me at my table in the hotels restaurant; grudgingly she agreed and followed me to the table.  As she sat across from me I became engorged and extremely hard just thinking about what I may at some point be lucky enough to do with her.

     ?You obviously have done your homework and know quite a bit about me and my husband, Jon is there a point to this meeting?  What’s the bottom line?  How much is this situation going to cost me??

     I snickered, ?money is the furthest thing from my mind Alison, and if I were to take your money, once you had paid me your trials would be over.  If however I take something more important than money, something near and dear to you, then dearest Alison you will have to live with that cost for the rest of your married life.?

     She shifted nervously as I began laying out exactly what I wanted.  I began going in to detail the pictures and videos I had, what I had done with them and what would happen to them if anything were to befall me, say incarceration.

     After that I decided to get right to the point as her time was limited.  ?Alison the only way out of this situation is for you to agree to become my intimate liaison, this doesn’t mean you simply are intimate with me once, on the contrary this will be a relationship that will last not less than 6 months and not more than 1 year.  If you agree to the terms I am about to give you, when our relationship ceases I will turn over any and all copies of your body to you and you may do whatever you desire with them.?

     Her mouth now literally agape, ?you mean in order to get out from under this I have to agree to sleep with, to let you, some complete stranger treat like some common whore who has to exchange her body for payment?  Surely you can’t be serious Jon??

     I assured her I was very serious and reminded her how negative publicity would end her career and impact her and her husband’s lifestyle.

     ?I will give you a week to ponder your predicament, consider your options and do the math on how losing your job may impact your lifestyle.  In one week I will expect a call from you either agreeing or disagreeing.  We will further discuss the rules if you agree!?

     I could see now her eyes tearing up.  She was by far too proud to break down here in public but I knew she was on the verge.

     She stood, saying nothing else, straightened her skirt and blouse and walked off.

    

CHAPTER 6

     Exactly one week later I received a call, it was Alison.  She talked in a low timid voice as she agreed to do whatever it took to keep her private life private.

     ?Before we begin with the rules I have drawn up for you Alison why don’t you begin by telling me exactly your sizes and measurements.?

     There was a stammer for a moment and then she started, ?Um, my dress size is 16, my measurements are 46-33-46, my cup size is B, and my panties are a size 8.?

      Not wanting to miss a chance to hit a self conscious soft spot I had to mention, ?46? hips eh? You know once you have a baby you’re going to gain at least 1-2 inches in the hips?  While your size is perfectly hour glassed its not good enough!  A proper woman should be wider on the bottom; wider hips give a woman a matronly look and exhibit her ability to birth children.  Since you are at least 46? you do have that going for you, if you had less than a 38? hips spread I wouldn’t even offer you a chance to work off your privacy, I would have just plastered you all over the net and bid you good day!?

     I mentioned the matter of children based on the fact I knew she wasn’t a newlywed and I guessed her husband was less than adequate at pleasuring her so I figured she probably wanted children but had none.  I also counted on the fact in today’s society most women over a size 4 are extremely self conscious about their size and weight and the mere thought her hips would spread wider would hopefully worry her or panic her.  2 inches would put her in a larger dress size, a crushing blow to a hopefully tender ego.

     Now this being one very high maintenance, high society, beautiful, yet snooty woman I knew I would have to figure out some humiliating rules in which I would break her down a notch and put her in her place, so to speak.  I had already brain stormed and came up with some simple yet demeaning things I would demand from the beginning.

     ?Very good Alison, to begin with here is the first set of rules by which you will conduct yourself at all times during the period of our arrangement.

1: I will be placing hidden cameras in your home, you will no longer allow your husband to use your body intimately unless you call me and obtain my permission first.

2:  You will wear only skirts and dresses; there is no leeway on this issue.

3:  Your Hair will not be trimmed; you will not shave nor trim your bikini line or pubic mound unless I give you specific permission.  You will also not trim nor shave your underarms in any way unless I give you specific permission.  How this is explained to your husband is your problem.

4:  Your lip and eyebrows will be immaculately groomed at all times.

5:  You will not wear a bra, ever!

6:  You will not wear a panty other than 100% pure silk thongs or g-strings, all bras and non conforming panties will be put into a bag and given to me at the hotel tomorrow at lunch.

7:  At ANY time I may call you and tell you to meet me or simply show up where you’re at and demand you show your compliance with grooming and dress standards.

8:  We will be tested medically and exchange blood test paperwork to verify we are disease free as no protection will be worn during sessions of intimacy.

9:  Only your left hand will be used to touch my cock, you will wear your wedding ring at all times.

10:  While having intercourse with your husband when you are allowed, you will hand him a condom and ensure he puts it on himself.  You will not help him as you may accidentally touch his precum.

11:  The only time you are not to wear your wedding ring is when you are allowed to fuck your husband.  Your ring will be worn during sex with me.  It will touch only my cock and mine alone.

12:  Most important, you are NOT to pleasure yourself during intercourse with him, you will avoid to the utmost allowing yourself to orgasm during sex with him.

13:  These rules are not subject to interpretation, any violation will be considered non compliance and a default on your part to uphold your end of the agreement and your private life will cease to be so.

     Is there anything you would like to say Alison??

     Her mouth dropped open long ago; tears had formed in the corners of her eyes.  It’s now I began to realize she was a woman not use to being told what to do by her partner.

     ?You can’t be serious?  What would even be the purpose of these asinine requirements?  I mean really, cant you just (looking around), fuck me, and get it over with??

     ?The rules are meant to show you that you’re not the dominant ball busting bitch you like to think you are.  They are to break you down, to show you that as a woman your whole purpose in life is to be subservient to your partner!  You will have 3 weeks to grow in your body hair.  At the end of that period I will expect you to be au natural and ready for your new role in life.  In the morning before you leave for work but after your husband is gone I will show up to install the cameras.  You will go on to work, their exact location will be of no concern to you other than you know I am watching you, don’t try to sneak in so much as a blow job to your husband that hasn’t been cleared with me!?

     The following morning I showed at her house.  She let me in and headed to work.  I began installing the cameras so I could watch them.

CHAPTER 7

     3 weeks went by, I watched her intently to insure she followed the rule.  Several times now I had gotten a call on my cell from Alison asking permission to have sex with her husband.

     ?Jon, this is Alison, my husband is turned on and eager for sex, may I please have your permission for intercourse??

     ?You may however, your not his anymore, you will not allow him to take a dominant position with you.  You will insist on being on top and whenever possible facing away from him.  It is not his body to release in now it is mine!?

     This was my typical answer to her.  This served to break her down a little, make her realize I had control over her body not the man she swore her love and honor too!

     Not that I didn’t yet trust her but of course I watched them on the cameras, ensuring she did as she was told.  For that 3 week period he wanted her 4 times.  Each time my reply to her was the same.  I could tell he wasn’t really keen on her being on top but she kept my orders to the letter.  Each time I watched as she handed him a condom, refusing to put him on him like a devoted wife would she merely stood and watched him roll it down his cock.  I could see her remove her wedding ring and place it on the dresser before they joined up on the bed, her facing his feet in reverse cowgirl.

     Every time she mounted him and rode him to orgasm, never touching herself or allowing him to.  I was about 99% sure she was unable to reach orgasm now while having sex with him.  She would be dependant on me to provide her relief!

     I had a perfect view of her bathroom; I watched her shower daily and knew she had let her pubic hair grow.  In order to degrade her a bit and keep her guessing as to what I could see and not see I showed up at her work right at the 3 week cut off.  I managed an appointment with her and once in her office I closed the blinds and forced her to lift her skirt and prove she was indeed unshorn.  She began to sob as she hiked her skirt and pulled her silk panty aside showing me her thick hairy mound.  Once done I then forced her to remove her suit blazer and blouse and show me her underarms and verify her breasts were bare.  They were and her underarms had grown in very thick and bushy.  I handed her an electric beard trimmer with a plastic guard on it and told her this trimmer would be used with the guard provided and that alone was all she could use on her pits.  She simply nodded.

     Handing her a the exact same bag she had only a days prior handed to me full of her brief style panties and all of her bras, I gave her the swimsuit to wear.

     ?You will be taking an extended lunch tomorrow Alison, you will call me and get the room number, you will then report to the room and change into what’s in the bag.  After you’re changed you will then meet me at the hotel pool.?

    

CHAPTER 7

     At a little after 11 am she strolled towards the pool.  The suit was a white bikini that I had taken care to carefully remove the lining from with a razorblade.  As she walked towards me a look of utter and complete shame was apparent.

     The thick dark mound of hair was slightly visible through the fabric but I knew once I ordered her into the pool it would look transparent.  As she set her things down next to the lounge chair beside me I smiled.

     ?Nice to see you today Alison?, standing as I softly placed my mouth to hers, parting my lips and began to open mouth kiss her in the open public area of the pool.  She had no choice but to return the kiss.  When I placed both hands on her ample ass and began kneading it and squeezing it she broke the kiss.

     ?Please, if someone I know sees me.?

     ?Go ahead and take a dip Alison then lay down on this lounger with your legs slightly spread.  We want men to be able to notice your custom bikini and natural mound don’t we??

     She turned beet red, a scowl came over her but she never said no, she simply dove in the deep end and swam to the shallow end then came over and lay down as I had ordered.

     It took next to no time for the 2 dads there with their families to notice her bush.  Both took turns walking by and ogling her visible mound.  The suit when wet looked almost transparent!  Her areola and pubic hair were so easy to see it looked almost as if she were naked.

     I played this out for the next hour and then handed her a room key and told her to go on ahead to our room.

     She cried softly as she got up and started walking towards our room, I sat staring at her beautiful flawless body as she walked.  I now noticed something I hadn’t before, the web of beauty marks that covered her hips.

CHAPTER 8

     After I had enjoyed the sight of her walking while strange men ogled her I went to the room.  When I got there she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

     ?Go relieve yourself and prepare the babyhole for my attentions!?

     She looked at me confused, ?prepare it how??

     ?Every time before we are to be intimate you will go to the restroom, you will without removing or taking off your panties, use the restroom.  You will wet your panties and then you may lie down in the bed.  Mothers naturally leak and I have become accustomed to that, since you’re not a mother yet you will prepare your babyhole so that it at least tastes like a babyhole!?

     She looked at me like I was the grossest person she had ever seen and then got up and went to the bathroom.  She returned and lay down on the bed.  Her bikini bottom was soaked; this would indeed be a treat!

     Now a woman’s tummy can be one of her most flattering features if it’s shaped properly.

     The tummy should be enough to grab a handful of, to knead in the hands during intercourse but not to ample.  There should be an obvious soft area when viewed while the woman is standing but not so much it hangs in rolls over her waistline.  The coupe de grace is the pooch.  The pooch is the fatty little mound typically only mothers get.  It is found from the pubic mound to the waistline.  It is the bane of most women, typically only mothers have but when found on any woman her matronly potential is immediately obvious. 

     As I began kissing her inner left thigh, my hands caressed slowly upwards.  I gently place my fingers into the silken waistline and slide the wet bikini bottoms off.  I place my left hand in the meaty pocket where the labia and thigh meet and began to massage gently.

     From this area I can feel and judge the pulse rate to assess arousal, my mouth kissing each inner thigh in turn working slowly upwards.

     Light moans escaping her mouth as my warm breath flows over her wet damp cool flesh.  My right hand spreads her labia, my mouth trapping her clit snuggly as I begin to suckle, the suction forcing blood into her clit, forcing it to swell and engorge.  Very slowly and gently she can feel the tip of my tongue begin to glide over her pleasure nub.

     I stop suction, my right hand now moving to the pooch, I sense she’s self consciousness as I fondle it, grasping the fleshy area firmly, rolling it around between my fingers.  She tries to push my hand away lightly but I rebuff the attempt, continuing to knead flesh like dough.

     My face now wedged between soft thighs as I begin to lick harder and faster.  Her dew has wet my face; I can taste the salty release from her venture to the restroom, that babyhole tasting like a mother of three who has just came intensely.  I relish the taste, pretending for a few moments that you’ve had several children.

     I now roll my right middle finger through her dampness, and then she can feel me begin to push it against the labia.  As I lick and lash over her clit my finger begins to enter just a little and very slowly.  I gyrate, spreading the labia and allowing it to burrow up inside you.  Once I have it completely inside I slide it up the inner wall to the place behind and below the clit, rolling it in circles over the inner wall slowly as I search for the soft wrinkled area.

     Seconds later I find the g-spot and begin to curl my finger over it repeatedly as my tongue continues to lash her clit.  It’s a matter of moments before her body responds becoming soaked with precum.

     My tongue alternates between up and down catlike licks and quick hard side to side lashings.

     It takes me less than 10 minutes to get her to peak, instinctively she grasp’s my head in her hands, pleading with me, ?Please, don’t, please don’t stop, don’t stop please don’t stop!?

     Her words now beckoning me to give her the orgasm her husband has neglected to provide for so many years.  As she feel’s the clitoral stimulation take hold she feel’s a new feeling, one she has never even imagined feeling.

     It begins in the lower back, back muscles contracting almost painfully, drawing her back off the bed and into the air.  Her legs begin to tingle more intensely than any orgasm has ever produced.  Her arms snap outwards, the muscles tightening, forcing the palms to open then reactively grasp the sheets, knuckles turning white.

     The clitoral orgasm hits quickly, waves of pleasure flooding through her and then it happens, the g-spot orgasm comes on like a freight train.  Her hips now grind hard against my finger, forcing it to increase pressure against the g-spot, controlling the pace of stimulation.

     I hear her scream out in pleasure, loudly howling, giving no thought to whether the people in the rooms beside us can hear her life’s most intense orgasm!

     As her body begins to relax and come down from the orgasm her breathing slows and muscles all release at the same time.  She feel’s as though she’s been awake for weeks, instantly exhausted, needing sleep.  Its now she can realize how or why a mother would leak urine as I mentioned earlier.