The Girls of Club Cache Starr Obsession Part 1
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"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." - Lord Acton
"What goes around, comes around." - unknown
I have heard of people 'snapping' before but never really understood it - until now.
Perhaps I should begin by telling you a little about myself. My name is Dan Smith (Yeah - right). I am 38 years old. I stand 6' 2" and weigh about 225 pounds. I am in pretty good shape, my job is very physical and I work out regularly so I can keep up with the young guys on the job site.
I am lead carpenter on a framing crew. I started construction right out of high school and I used to like it, but for the past few years all we have been doing is cookie cutter condos. Takes all the challenge and fun out of it. Lately it has really begun to suck.
I didn't have to be a blue-collar type, at least at one point I could have avoided it. I had brains; most of my hobbies were pretty cerebral. I could do crossword puzzles pretty fast and I had tried a few college classes and had aced them. I loved computers and did a lot of independent research on the Internet.
Simple fact is - had I applied myself even a little bit back in my teens and early twenties I would be a whole lot better off now. But, back then the only things that mattered were parties and pussy.
That is until Melanie had come along. She is simply the most beautiful woman I have ever seen (then and now) and she is the love of my life. Standing about 5' 4" she weighs in at 100 pounds (but don't tell her I told you) with long golden blond hair and intense blue eyes. Her breasts aren't huge, but 'C' cup tits on her lithe frame are plenty big.
We have been married for just over fifteen years but don't have any kids, which is just fine with me since her tiny waist and tight round butt have never been tampered with by mother nature.
Back to my lament...
After we got married we bought a house with a mortgage just a little more than we could really afford. We furnished it on credit and did a lot of nights on the town - on credit. Credit cards were like magic money to us.
So, here I am. Working six days a week at a job that is sucking the life out of me, trying to crawl out of the debt hell I put myself in. Take my word for it... credit cards are evil. But they did require my cooperation to put me where I was. At least I wasn't digging in deeper even as I tried to pull myself out. Perhaps I should repeat that with the emphasis where it belongs... at least 'I' wasn't digging in deeper.
My lovely bride, on the other hand, had no problem spending money we didn't have. What she did have a problem with was working outside the home, or inside the home for that matter. To be fair, she did laundry and cleaned up after herself. I took care of my own messes and did most of the cooking as well as everything outside.
I dragged my ass home from work one particular evening, completely worn out, trying to decide if I had enough energy to make something for dinner but I didn't think so which really sucked because I was starving. I walked in the house to find a big screen TV in the middle of our living room. Melanie came bounding out of the kitchen (what she was doing in there is anyone's guess) with a giant smile on her face.
"Do you like it sweetheart?" She beamed.
"Where did it come from?" I asked tentatively, afraid I knew the answer and it was making my blood boil.
"That new Bestest Buymart. I signed up for their store card and got 10% off. I saved you over three hundred dollars. And we only have to pay fifteen dollars a month until it's paid off."
Saved... Three hundred... oh shit... at 26% interest. With a three thousand dollar balance fifteen bucks a month wasn't even half the interest. I was barely making the payments we had now. There was no way we could afford this.
I felt pressure inside my head. My ears were hot. I looked down to find my fists tightly clenched. Every muscle in my body was tight with rage. I tried to control my breathing.
Calm down... breath in... slowly... breath out... in... out...
Okay... I could deal with this...
"Sweetheart." Melanie said with a pout, "I'm bored, can we go out to dinner tonight?"
So much for the breathing.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I could feel my eyes bulging as I screamed at her.
Melanie looked at me in shock. In the fifteen years we had been married I had rarely even raised my voice to her.
"NO! WE CAN'T GO OUT FOR FUCKING DINNER! AND WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK WE CAN KEEP THIS FUCKING TV? IT IS GOING RIGHT BACK TO THE STORE!
"But I WANT it." She said defiantly, stepping up to me.
That was when I snapped. For a brief second I was totally out of my mind and I did the most hideous thing I could ever imagine doing. I put out both hands and pushed her backwards... hard. The moment my hands made contact I was horrified.
She went over the coffee table and onto her back.
I immediately went around to see if she was okay, apologizing as I neared her.
She slapped me.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"Melanie... no... I... I'm so sorry... I never..."
"SHUT UP!" She yelled as she ran into the bedroom and locked the door.
I tried knocking on the door, begging, pleading, I told her she could keep the television but nothing worked. She wasn't talking, and I couldn't blame her.
Then I saw her MP3 player and knew that if I was going to keep her, I had to do something drastic.
For a little over a year I had been toying with the idea of subliminal messages. I started screwing around with them when I thought that I could use them to get Melanie interested in sex more than once a week. She was so damned beautiful that I wanted to fuck her two or three times a day but I would settle for two or three times a week.
I had been copying her play list off of her MP3 player and making a super secret revision of it. I had found a program that I could use to edit MP3's and I could program macro's to edit batches of files as long as I did the same thing to every file. I used this to record messages and insert them into her songs just under the music. It took some trial and error but I finally got it down to the point I knew just what levels to use.
It started with just suggesting sex more often and grew to include more budgetary discipline and a desire to get a job. Lately I had added that she was totally submissive to my desires and yearned to please me in any way she could. Since I hadn't really planned on using it, I guess I went a little crazy.
It was sort of my 'ace in the hole' when she pissed me off. It gave me an 'I know something you don't know' feeling that helped calm me down as I fantasized about what life would be like after I had conditioned her. I hadn't tried it because I didn't really think it would work - but now I had no choice, whether it worked or not. I was going to lose her anyway, and this was my only hope.
I went to the computer downstairs next to my workout room and hoped she would stay mad - and in the bedroom - just a little longer. I didn't want to take any more time than necessary but I needed to add one more message. I picked her favorite song and added that as long as I never hurt her again she would forgive me. I wasn't sure it would take, but it was worth a try.
I plugged in her player and made the switch as fast as I could. It took forever and I was terrified she would come down while I was doing it.
I needn't have worried. She was still locked in there when I went to work the next morning still wearing the same clothes I had worn the previous day.
While I worked I wondered if she was using her MP3 player, if she was subconsciously hearing the messages hidden just below the music.
Then there was the message hastily added to her favorite song.
I hoped they worked.
I noticed, when I got home that the player had been moved. That didn't mean she had listened or if she had that the messages had worked. I found her sitting out on the back deck. She looked at me coolly. Without saying a word she went inside the house and locked herself in one of the guest rooms. At least I could get a change of clothes.
It was the same story the next day as well. But on the third day...
I walked through the door and she was standing not four feet in front of it.
"If you ever do anything like that again I am leaving." She said with a very serious look in her eye.
"If I do, don't worry, I'll leave instead." I said in all honesty. "Melanie, I am so sorry... I never want to hurt you."
She studied for a few moments, then stepped to me and slid her arms around me.
"You're forgiven, but you really scared me."
"It scared me too. I promise I will never do anything like that again."
She looked up at me.
"I'll call the store and have them come pick up the television. I guess we really don't need it."
"Thank you sweetheart." I wondered if her new play list had anything to do with that. She had returned things before, so it wasn't a sure thing.
"What would you like for dinner?"
That, however, had never happened before.
I looked down to see her perfect features and stunning blue eyes looking up at me expectantly.
"Whatever you feel like making is fine with me."
After a meal of baked chicken thighs, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes I decided that I didn't mind cooking all that much. I'm sure she would get better with practice, but wasn't sure I was willing to endure it. How, exactly, do you screw up steamed vegetables?
We cleared the table together and loaded the dishwasher.
"Now," she said taking my hand, "I have a special dessert planned."
She led me to the bedroom. Pushing me back onto the bed she quickly had my pants off and fondled my cock to full hardness. She smiled sweetly, her gorgeous golden hair framing her beautiful face as she lowered her mouth to my twitching hard-on.
She licked it slowly up and down a few times. I shivered in pleasure as her full lips descended around my pulsing member. Her mouth slid up and down while her tongue lashed from side to side. Her hand followed her mouth with a twisting motion.
She kept this up for long heavenly time. Just as I was about to blow a load into her mouth I stopped her. She again smiled sweetly up at me. I rolled her over and stripped off her pants and panties. She spread her legs and I was face to face with her delicious pink pussy.
I touched my tongue to it and she gasped. I slid my tongue up the slit and down the right side, up the slit and down the left side. It was small enough that I could cover it completely with my mouth and suck on it while I drove my tongue as deeply into it as I could. It was hot, tight and wet.
"Ohhh... God... Dan... Yes... feels so... good..."
I lapped up her pussy's wonderful nectar. Again driving my tongue into her tight tunnel, I worked on her clit with my upper lip.
"Fuck... good... Mmm..."
She moaned and thrashed. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders and I reached up outside her legs to knead her firm tits. I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and twisted gently.
"Ohhh... Yes... Yesss... YES... YESSS"
She came hard, holding me tightly with her legs.
She slowly came down into after glow and my hands left her tits, caressing down her sides, past her narrow waist and onto her slightly flaring hips. I lifted my face from her dripping snatch and slid up to give her a kiss.
She hugged me closely as we kissed.
"I love you, Dan." She breathed as we parted. "I need you to fuck me now, fuck me hard."
My thick cock slipped easily into her wet pussy, its snug walls closing firmly around it. The slick friction always felt wonderful. I had been fucking this pussy for over fifteen years and it was always fantastic.
As my cock drove into her slick snatch I gazed into the wondrous beauty of her green eyes. She met my gaze while she gave voice to the pleasure she was feeling.
"So good... your cock... Oh God, Dan... give it to me... fuck me good..."
She clenched her pussy sending thrills swirling about my body. I slowed my pace and savored inch of delightful friction as I slid in and out. I felt the first signs of an orgasm beginning deep in my balls and I rolled over to put her on top. This always gave me a slight reprieve and allowed me to enjoy this lovely vision on the end of my dick just a little longer.
She put her hands on my chest and began working my cock with her pussy. She tried to keep eye contact with me, it was a little game we played while we screwed - it ensured we were thinking only of each other. As her orgasm built I could tell it was getting harder and harder for her to keep her eyes on mine.
I bent my knees slightly and started slamming my cock into her. This put her over the edge and she screamed in orgasm. This time her after glow found her resting on top of me. She nuzzled my neck and whispered loving affirmations as she regained her strength.
She rose up on her hands with her elbows slightly bent and moved her body along mine. Her tight pussy slid up and down my shaft while her nipples caressed my chest. I guided her tits so the soft breast tissue and her hard nipples were brushing my own.
The hot friction on my cock and the thrill of her tits and nipples on my chest soon had me at the edge. I wrapped my arms around her firmly and held her hips in place. My cock was buried motionless in her tiny twat, allowing me to come back from the edge.
When I had recovered sufficiently I released her and she continued her previous ministrations, which soon had me again at the edge. I tried to hold off again. This was another game we played, I tried to prevent my orgasm as many times as I could, she played along knowing that the more times I was brought to the edge without cumming, the harder I would finally cum.
But this time she was having none of it. I tried to hold her hips in place but she struggled. The tiny movements of her tight pussy around my cock slowly continued the build up of my orgasm. I felt it boil up, it simmered for a long time and finally I moaned as thick jets of hot cum flooded her greedy snatch. She smiled and sighed as I gave her my cum, our eyes locked the whole time.
My hips jerked involuntarily as she milked my cock with her pussy, she smiled. She loved seeing me twitch as her tight pussy stimulated my cock, which was always overly sensitive just after I came.
We snuggled together and drifted off to sleep. I knew in the morning that the suggestions had definitely worked since we made love again before I left for the day.
I should have tried these things a long time ago. Of course the job sucked... but not as bad as usual.
It continued like this for several weeks. I did take out the hasty message in her favorite song. She had forgiven me and I was afraid it would only act as a reminder.
We had worked as a team in the kitchen, she was picking it up pretty quick, but I found I enjoyed cooking now that she was with me. It gave me more time to ogle her firm tits and round ass. We would 'accidentally' bump into each other often. I got used to eating with a tremendous hard on. Dessert was always worth the wait.
One day I arrived home and she was waiting with a huge smile.
"I have a surprise for you." She said happily.
I felt a knot in my stomach and quickly looked around to see what she had bought. There was nothing there.
"I got a job!" She screamed and bounded into my arms. I hugged her back enthusiastically.
"I start next week as a cashier and the food mart."
Subliminal messages were awesome. Things were working out better than I had hoped.
Then I got an idea.
We had always enjoyed watching porn together. I had often caught her getting a little turned on by the girl on girl or two-girl one-guy scenes, so I thought with a little push or two...
Within a few weeks the regular messages embedded in her play list were augmented.
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