Strange RelationshipsChapter 60A: The New Order free porn video
Irma was emotional on the way home, apologizing and berating herself. Only one exchange really bothered Mary... "Mary, is Stick... hung like his father?"
"You saw it, didn't you?"
"I was busy being outraged, I'm afraid. It wasn't a good idea at the time," Irma replied.
"Well, he's a bit above average, but nothing like his father. I've seen white guys Stick's size."
"How on Earth do you compare him and Teddy? The poor boy..."
"Momma, Teddy is totally different -- that thing is so wide... Believe me, it's good, too!"
"Well, all right, Punkin, if you say so..."
Mary got her mother home and cleaned up, but she was still an emotional wreck, so she put her to bed. Her father didn't show up until almost six, which worried her, "Poppa, what took you so long?"
"Mrs. Williams came back and we had a whole new situation on our hands. It took a while to defuse that and handle the aftermath." Arthur smiled, "If your mother settles down, we may recover from getting off on the wrong foot with the Williams." 'And if she doesn't, ' Arthur thought, 'Rose expressed some interest in seeing Irma pulling a train wearing a dog collar... ' Rose had turned out to be a demanding fuck; Arthur had learned a few things -- among which was the fact that women aren't really that breakable. She'd made Thurnock watch while she gave Arthur a little bit of everything -- even anal -- but the only cum Arthur got was where it belonged -- in her pussy. That was something Thurnock hadn't done to Irma, but Rose more or less insisted, and nobody else was in a position to say no -- Thurnock because he was being punished, and Arthur because Rose wrapped her legs behind his ass and wouldn't let him withdraw! Arthur figured that years of taking an elephant dick like Thurnock's would make Rose sloppy, but she was fine and tight and Arthur had a great time! When it was over, Rose assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of in the sex department; he'd apparently lasted longer than her husband usually did and offered a bit firmer ride. "Besides, being a bit more considerate of your partner is a good thing, sometimes," Rose had said, glaring at poor Thurnock. Thurnock ('Call me Pop') had winced at the criticisms, but, hey, Rose was punishing him wasn't she?
"Things don't look good for you and Momma right now," Mary ventured.
"Certainly, she has some explaining to do," Arthur agreed. "I'm not going to live as I have been, that's for sure! Still, maybe this incident put a dent in her behavior. We'll have to talk. Where is she?"
"In bed. She was still a little leaky, and Pop Williams was pretty rough on her physically, too!"
"That was all part of the treatment," Arthur replied. "Has she settled down about you and the boys -- or is she backsliding, already?"
"I think she's okay," Mary replied.
"Well, I probably need to consolidate things a bit," Arthur announced. "If you'll excuse me?"
"Take it easy, Poppa..."
"I don't think so," Arthur argued. "I think now is the time to see to it that she understands which end is up!"
"Well..." Mary wasn't thrilled, but this was beyond her control.
"The boys are at Frick's," Arthur added, over his shoulder. "If you're uncomfortable staying here, I'm sure they'd love to see you!"
Irma sat up in bed as Arthur entered the room. "Arthur," she moaned. Clearly, she was dreading the upcoming conversation.
"Did you enjoy your visit with the Williams?" Arthur grunted sarcastically. "I have to say that it was interesting seeing you on the receiving end, for a change! Unfortunately, you managed to publicly humiliate me in the process! Fortunately, I guess, I now have witnesses for the adultery charge... Perhaps you should tell me about Chase?"
Irma winced, for the fourth time since Arthur began speaking. "He said... he said he was going to fire you!"
"Obviously, you believed him..." Arthur replied scathingly. "I don't suppose that it has occurred to you that it is a bit odd that I now have his job?"
"Uuuhhh..." It hadn't. Irma had gotten into the habit of believing just about anything bad about Arthur -- and discounting anything good...
"Was this once, then?" Arthur asked.
"N-no," Irma replied. "He would come along a bit before payday and tell me all about how Mr. Sharp or Ms. Delaney was so much more qualified..."
"And then what would happen?"
"And then we'd have sex, and he would treat me more or less like Mr. Williams did -- not quite as bad, but along the same lines."
"When were you going to get around to telling me?" Arthur wanted to know.
"I don't know!" Irma wailed. "At first, it seemed like it should be a secret; later, I was pissed that I was carrying your poor dumb ass and you didn't even notice..."
Arthur shook his head in disgust, "... Largely because that wasn't what was happening. How long?"
Irma shrugged. "Two years?"
Arthur shook his head. "Chase used people; he did it at work, and he did it outside. He got fired because he tried to run his game on someone with backbone, and the whole thing unraveled. If you had said something to me, it would have happened sooner!"
"He was... very convincing..."
"He played to your poor opinion of ME -- so you swallowed it, hook, line and sinker! The comments you make! You're unbearably embarrassing at company functions! You gave him everything he needed to know to be able to use us both!" Arthur worked up to a full rant. "So, how many times, do you think?"
"Two dozen? Visits, not acts -- he always seemed to get in more than one... He would spend his time telling me how fat and skanky I was, how lousy my blowjobs were..." Arthur displayed anger at that, so she hurried on, "how he was doing me a favor by even bothering... I think I started gaining weight to make myself less desirable, not that it worked..."
Arthur shook his head. "I don't think Chase could get Grade A -- besides, it was something else he could use against you -- your poor self- image." He eyed her. "Why didn't you recover after he left?"
"He had me thoroughly convinced that you weren't worth it -- I'd been paying for you, covering your ass for two years... The fact that he was gone just meant that I didn't have to have sex to keep you in a job -- it didn't mean you were any more worthy." Irma sighed. "If anything, it took things out of my hands; the next time somebody realized you were worthless, I wouldn't be able to fix it."
"So I didn't rate sex..."
"ESPECIALLY not THAT!" Irma replied. "Although, now that I think about it, it might have been that I felt wrong about what I was doing..."
Arthur nodded. "Maybe, if you looked at things closely, YOU didn't deserve sex..." He shook his head. "I think we can add stupid and ungrateful and untrusting to your list of issues." Irma looked like she was thinking about bridling, so Arthur added another charge, "I noticed that you had no trouble cumming while being abused and humiliated. Is that the new game, then?"
"I, uhh," Irma stammered. THAT was embarrassing! She'd even managed to cum while having a cock -- a BIG cock -- jammed up her ass!
"I think," Arthur continued, "that you've reached the point of getting off hearing about what a worthless cum-dumpster you are -- which plays into my hands, actually. From now on, you can hear all about that from ME! From now on, you're going to EARN your keep around here! You're going to keep me happy -- because the alternative is to be on the street without alimony! If you want something beyond the household budget I assign to you, you'll get my permission -- and by God you'll EARN it! And if you piss me off, you'll get punished like the cunt you are -- maybe I WILL put you out on the street to see if the dogs will sniff your ass! What do you think of that?"
"Uuuuhhh, errrr..." He couldn't be SERIOUS, could he?
"Get over here! I see I'm going to have to prove that I'm serious! Get up, get out of that nightgown so I can see your skanky ass, and blow me!"
"Arthur!"
But he had a hand in her hair, and was rubbing her face against his crotch... "Get it out! Now! You'd better hope you can coax a hard-on out of me, if you plan on eating this week!" Arthur didn't bother to mention that he'd been ridden hard and put up wet since she blew him the first time that day...
Irma found herself tearing at Arthur's belt. God! The LAST thing she wanted was to be out on the street! While it occurred to her that she was being manipulated, who had more right than Arthur? Where was this new Arthur coming from, anyway? Probably, it was just anger; all she had to do was handle his immediate anger at her betrayals, and things would level out... That sufficed to get his cock into her mouth.
But Irma was operating from a certain lack of vision; Arthur had watched a master at work on her earlier in the day, and recent revelations had exposed her as nowhere near the opponent that he had always assumed she was. Having gotten beyond her bluster and discovered that her armor was about as permeable as Swiss cheese, Arthur was declaring the new order; Irma could comply or, frankly, be replaced. The weapons he had made that a viable threat, anyway, and Arthur had recently discovered that Irma was more vulnerable to threats than previously believed. That being the case, he resolved to push wherever possible; having allowed her to absorb his semi- erect cock, he let her bathe it in saliva for a bit before reaching over her back and swatting her on the ass, "I SAID get out of that nightie!"
"Ow!" Irma stopped to glare -- and Arthur took a handful of her hair and tilted her head back so she could get a better look. "Now would be good..."
Disconcerted, Irma lumbered up, grasping the hem of the nightie; Arthur let go of her hair so she could follow through. When it was off, he grunted, "I'd say you were pretty successful at making yourself unappetizing. Suck!" He pulled her back down to his crotch. Irma shrugged to herself and re-engaged his penis, and Arthur announced, "You have thirty days to drop twenty pounds of that big ass of yours -- after that, you'll eat what I say you can, and to punish you I'll fuck that big ass of yours every night until you're one big hemorrhoid or you've lost the weight, one or the other! Understand?"
"Urk!" Lose weight? Twenty pounds? What was this?
"How many times have you had anal sex?" Arthur demanded. Irma went to back off, but Arthur had her hair again, "You can show me fingers -- it hasn't been THAT many, has it?" Irma held up one finger. "Just Mr. Williams?" Irma managed a nod. "So much the better." He cupped the back of her head, driving her forward onto his erection. "From here on out, I don't take any shit from you! You can shape up and do as you're told, or you can hit the street. And you owe me, so I'll be collecting, starting with about four years worth of sex! Understand?"
"Ulp!"
"Chase was right -- you suck at blow jobs. I think I'll ask Teddy to give you lessons -- he already knows what a slut you are..." Yeah, things were going to change around the Nally household...
The Hansens and Louise were sitting up the block from her house -- in a different vehicle, for a couple of reasons. First, Donna wanted to see this for herself; second, it was probably better not to return in the pickup, since it would be recognized. Becky whistled. "Wow! She really DID dump your stuff on the porch!"
"Why is it that you two insist on assuming that either of us would lie about a thing like that?" Mark growled.
"Welcome to the doghouse, Dad," Dwayne muttered. "Becky can tell any fairy tale she wants..."
"Enough, you two!" Donna grated. Turning to Louise, she asked, "Do you want to try again?"
"Well..." No, she didn't, but... "I will if you think I should."
"I don't think you should!" Dwayne erupted.
"You're not a parent," Donna replied. "I think you ought to give it a shot -- she's had time to cool down." Dwayne and Mark passed a glance.
"Okay." Gamely, Louise exited the vehicle and headed up the walk to her home. This wasn't going to happen, but she knew that Dwayne's mother would only believe what she saw. If it supported Dwayne, it was worth it... Gathering herself, she knocked on the door, "Mother! I'm home! We should talk!"
"Talk! I'm THROUGH talking to you! You never listen, anyway!" The door flew open and Helene stuck her head out, "You had SEX with a BOY in MY HOUSE!!!"
"Mother, I had to meet a boy, someday!" Louise countered. "No boy has ever been good enough..."
"They're animals! ALL of them!" Helene screeched.
"What am I supposed to do, then, date girls?"
"Are you into THAT, TOO? Is there no end to the crimes against God you will commit? Where did you get that outfit? Sluts are Us?" Helene shook her head. "You're eighteen -- I'm done with you! Don't bother coming back to ME when you're barefoot and pregnant and have AIDS! Take your crap and LEAVE!!!" The door banged shut.
"Mother!" Louise tugged at the door, but it was locked. She tried her key, but the deadbolt was thrown, too. She hammered on the door, "Mother!"
A front window opened and a gun stuck out. "Go away! Stop bothering me, or I'll call the police! Take your garbage and LEAVE!" The window banged shut.
"Omigawd! Is that a gun?" Donna screeched.
"Sure looks like it..." Mark agreed. "I think we can guess how THAT went..." He put the car in gear and pulled up next door. Turning to Dwayne, he said, "I imagine she needs help..." Louise, crying, was collecting an armload of her things from the porch and yard; the promised cardboard box was nowhere in sight.
Turning to his sister, Dwayne said, "Keep an eye out, Mouth! I can trust you to yell if that gun shows up again..." Ignoring Becky's snort of outrage, he got out and went to help Louise.
"I knew it wasn't going to happen," Louise sniffled, "but your mother wanted to see..."
"It's okay, Honey. I appreciate it that you put yourself out like that. Let's get your stuff and go..." Dwayne's father popped the trunk, and they piled things in there. Again, there was nothing in the way of clothing; whatever bug that bit Helene on that subject was still in force. After they had collected everything that looked salvageable -- there were a lot of broken bits of this and that scattered about the yard from Helene's tantrum -- Dwayne and Louise re-entered the car.
"I've never seen anything like that in my life!" Donna exclaimed as Mark pulled the car out and headed it toward home. "Do you two fight all of the time, or something?"
"No," Louise sniffled. "Mother is just extremely strict. I do what she tells me..."
"... But you didn't in this case, did you?" Donna prompted.
"No. If I did what Mother said in this matter, I would never even MEET a boy, never mind DATE one! I've never been to a dance, or a party -- even the movies with friends until a few days ago! You've seen what I wear!"
"She's right, Mom! Her stuff is godawful, and she has NO social life at all!" Becky interjected.
Dwayne, seeing where things were headed, interjected, "Louise, is, well, a bit of a mouse. She does what she's told, basically all the time -- I ran into it early on. You'll notice it real quick..."
"So did you tell her to... ?" Donna pounced.
Dwayne colored. "We had a special case for that."
"I bet you did!"
"No, he's right!" Louise came to Dwayne's rescue. "Dwayne was very clear about it -- he didn't want me to ever look back on our first time and think about how I was pushed into it. I had to ask -- and I had to be very clear!"
"You didn't push her?" Donna probed.
"No Ma'am!" It was a chorus.
"Dear, why would you want to rush right out and have sex with Dwayne?" Donna inquired gently.
Louise looked puzzled. "Why would I NOT want to? Dwayne is wonderful!"
"You don't have to give a boy sex to hold onto him..." Donna chided.
"Okay..." Louise continued to look at Dwayne's mother as if she was dense.
"You don't agree?" Donna asked.
"Sure," Louise replied. "But I WANTED to have sex. And I WANTED to have sex with Dwayne!"
"EWWW!" Becky interrupted.
Louise turned to Dwayne, "Is there something wrong with you that you haven't told me about, Sweetheart?"
"What? No..."
"Then why do they act like you have some disease, or something?"
"Umm, Mom pretty much figures I've suddenly become this fanged vampire thing that molests every girl in sight. Becky -- Becky's just doing the little sister thing," Dwayne replied, grinning slowly.
Louise turned to Donna, "Don't you have sex with your husband?"
"Well, yes, but we're married!"
"Didn't you have sex before you got married?"
"Maybe we should change the subject," Donna pressed, exasperated.
"Well, this thing keeps popping up," Louise argued, "and it's WRONG! I want a relationship -- a FULL relationship -- with Dwayne. I want it ALL! Sex surfaced as soon as I realized how wonderful he is! He's had ample opportunity to make like a wolf, and he showed a lot of restraint."
Donna snorted. "Restraint! You've been dating -- what -- three days?"
Louise shook her head. "You don't get it! I'm... not very independent, and not very strong... If Dwayne had insisted, we'd have had sex Friday night!"
"What!?" Donna was nonplussed.
"I went to a lot of trouble to put myself out there for him to find -- and I was scared to death! Dwayne could have rolled right over me -- but he didn't." Louse put her hand to her boyfriend's cheek. "Last night would have been even easier -- but instead he told me that he wasn't going to push and that if and when, I had to be clear. So this morning, I was clear. VERY clear."
Mark, in the front seat, rolled his eyes, "How clear were you?"
"I got naked in the middle of the living room and asked him pretty please! All right?" Louise asked, exasperated.
"Jeezus! Really?" Becky wanted to know.
"Really! Now leave him alone!" Louise ranted.
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