Daughter Monster
by:
Hankster
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Author’s Note: This is another stand alone story with characters introduced in The Tennis Pro.
Who hasn’t heard the story a million times? An angel of a woman consistently falls for the wrong guy, and ruins her life. But I’m sure you have never heard about a greedy, ungrateful, egotistical, femme fatale who falls for Mr. Right and never appreciates what she has. She demands that he spend fortunes on her, take her on extravagant trips, run up big debt on her behalf, and still worship the ground she walks on. I sure never heard that story, until I realized that was my own daughter’s Modus Operendus.
The men in her life were generally great guys, all somewhat older than she, with good jobs and no really bad habits, like drugs and booze. But they were in and out of her life before I could even get to know them. Her constant demands for their time, attention and money drove them away rather quickly.
I suppose that I must take the blame for her promiscuous and selfish behavior. I made her that way. Constance was conceived while I was a freshman in college. I thought that I would have to quit school, but a series of fortunate events occurred and I was able to continue my education. First of all, my girlfriend Maureen refused to marry me and she would not think of an abortion. She told me that she would put the child up for adoption. I was opposed to adopting out my child when it had two perfectly healthy parents, and at least one loving parent.
Maureen got ballistic on me. There was no way she would allow her life to be ruined by an unwanted child. Bull crap, I wanted the baby and I got her to surrender her parental rights and give me full custody of our unborn infant.
My parents had always wanted more children after me, but they were unable to conceive another. They were thrilled to take over rearing Connie, and they insisted that I remain in school to continue my education in communications. By the time Connie was six I was a college graduate, had a good job, and I bought a small bungalow just around the corner from my parents where Connie and I took up residence.
I wanted to put Connie in After Care, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. She firmly believed that she had made a million mistakes raising me and she was going to do right by Connie. As a result she became a prison warden in Connie’s eyes. Every night when I got home from work Connie met me at the door, crying and complaining about Grandma. That’s when I made the big mistake. Instead of backing up my mother, I just gave Connie whatever it was she was currently demanding. The demands changed and grew in cost as Connie matured.
Over the years I dated a few women, but Connie hated them all, and I quickly gave into her temper tantrums by giving up the women. Things got worse when Connie was a senior in high school, and my folks retired and moved to Florida. With them gone, and Connie unable to maintain a relationship, I was the one who was pelted with her elitist demands. If I didn’t give her what she wanted, the consequences shattered my nerves. It was so much easier to acquiesce to her than to live with her constant whining. When my folks left she made me sell our bungalow and buy a huge estate in Beverly Hills.
When Connie was a freshman in college, she came home for Thanksgiving holiday. The few weeks I lived alone after she left for the university, were the best of my life since she was born. I actually started seeing a women, and the sex we had was stupendous. I couldn’t wait to introduce the two women in my life to each other. I was certain that Connie would act differently now that she was a mature woman of eighteen.
It was not to be. Connie worked her black magic and the woman disappeared from my life in a day. She managed to do all this while bringing a new man home with her. Apparently she was allowed to have boyfriends, but I was forbidden to have girlfriends. Maybe she didn’t want me spending my money on anyone else but her.
It turned out that her new friend was her English professor. He lived in Los Angeles and he too was home for the holiday. At the time, George Farmer PhD was thirty-two years old, I was thirty-eight and Connie was nineteen. George and I had more in common than he and Connie. We hit it off big time and Connie grew insanely jealous. After just three days, on the day before Thanksgiving, Connie gave George the boot for refusing to buy her some expensive bauble or other. I lost my girlfriend, and Connie eliminated another boyfriend in the space of three days.
Imagine how shocked I was when George called me on Thanksgiving Eve and asked me if I wanted to play tennis or golf with him Friday morning at The West Los Angeles Country Club where his folks had a membership. My golf game was non existent, and my tennis game was rusty so I opted for tennis. When I told George that I hadn’t played tennis in quite a while, he told me that the club’s tennis pro was giving a clinic at nine. He would arrange for us to attend the clinic, play afterward, and then have lunch at the club. I liked George a lot and really looked forward to spending the day with him.
Naturally when I told Connie that I was spending Friday with George, she had a temper tantrum to end all temper tantrums. She packed her bags and took off to go back to school before we had our Thanksgiving together. You guessed it. She had cajoled me into buying her an expensive sport’s car before she went off to the university, so there was nothing to stop her. I hate to admit it, but I was glad to see her go and I looked forward to my day with George.
Early Thanksgiving morning, I got another telephone call from George. He told me that he had spoken to Mark Cook, the tennis pro, and he would be glad to meet us Friday morning at 8 AM for a private lesson before the clinic. I was delighted and accepted immediately. George was nice enough to ask about Connie. When I told him she had gone back to school, he surprised me yet again.
“My folks went to the Bahamas for the holiday,” he informed me. “Would you have Thanksgiving dinner with me at the club? I didn’t want to eat alone and I wasn’t going to celebrate the holiday at all, but if you would break bread with me, I’d be delighted.” Again I accepted immediately.
“I’ll call the club and reserve us a table,” he said. “Thanks, Mr. Saunders,” he added, “you’ve rescued my holiday.”
“Please,” I said, “my name is Albert. Call me Al.”
George requested I meet him at the bar and that’s where I was when he walked in. He shook my hand warmly and sat down next to me. The bartender came over to take his order.
“Dr. Farmer,” the bartender said, “How nice to see you? It’s been a couple of months now.”
“Hi, Jamie,” George said. “I’d like you to meet my friend, Al Saunders.”
Jamie shook my hand and surprised me by winking at George. Now what was that all about?
“How’s Daniel?” George asked Jamie.
“He’s doing great. He graduates from fire fighter school in a couple of months. Now what can I give you?”
George gave him his order and Jamie took off. “Who’s Daniel?” I asked.
“He’s his partner. Jamie is gay. The whole thing is a water cooler story. Daniel is the son of a member of the club, and the former step-son of the club’s tennis pro. His two father’s are gay also and they are now partners. The four of them go out together all the time.”
The story was indeed shocking. “That’s really civil of them,” I muttered. “I can’t wait to meet the pro tomorrow.
The dinner was excellent and the service was five star. After dinner we went to the bar. After several drinks (and a warning from Jamie) we were both pretty sloshed. It was then that George made a suggestion. We couldn’t know it at the time, but it was exactly at that moment that our lives became intertwined in a single defining historical occasion.
“I have a suggestion,” George said. “Neither of us should drive. We’ve had too much to drink. Let’s leave our cars here, and we’ll take a cab home. You can stay over at my house. We have to be here so early tomorrow anyhow; we can come back together in the morning. I can lend you a tennis racket and some tennis clothes. We’re about the same size.”
“That’s a wonderful idea,” I said. “I never expected to drink so much. You must let me reimburse you.”
“Forget about it. It’s all charged to my father and he has to spend a minimum amount every month. Since he’s away, it’s better he pays for us than for nothing.” That explanation more than satisfied my sense of ethics.
George asked Jamie to call us a cab, and we went outside to await its arrival. I don’t know if I was more or less drunk than George, but I fell asleep in the cab with my head on George’s shoulder. I vaguely remember George trying to undress me and get me into bed. A complete blackout followed. The next thing that I became aware of was bright sunshine coming into the room I had slept in. I estimated from the light that it was mid morning and that we had probably missed our tennis lessons and our tennis game. I had a throbbing headache and I didn’t much care. I just went right back to sleep.
When I finally began to awaken, I froze. As I came to consciousness, I realized that George was in the bed with me. We were both naked, and George was nested up against me. I knew a stiff prick when I saw one, but now for the first time in my life I distinctly felt one pressing against my backside, pounding against my ass crack, trying to gain entry. George was snoring lightly. I know I should have jumped out of bed, but this all felt so good and so right, that I merely hunkered into the sleeping man and he pushed his stiff cock harder into me. I decided not to move as long as George didn’t try to start something. I had no reason to believe he would, so why did the thought even cross my mind?
It seemed odd to me that I wasn’t feeling strange about sleeping naked with another man. In fact, I was so relaxed I fell asleep again. When I finally awoke for good, I was alone in the bed. I had a huge boner and needed to pee badly. I ran to the bathroom naked, because I didn’t know where my clothes were. After I relieved myself, I searched for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. Then I looked for a robe, but didn’t find one.
The distinct odor of frying bacon invaded my nostrils and instinctively I followed the aroma and found myself approaching the kitchen. The kitchen table was set for two and George was at the stove. He was as naked as I was. Before he could notice me, I took a good look at him. Like me he stands 6’2” tall and we both weigh about 190 pounds. We both have brown hair and brown eyes. It occurred to me that maybe Connie was attracted to George because we actually resembled each other. Most important, his cock is just like mine also, about five inches flaccid, uncut and rather thick. We could pass as two brothers. Even our ages were right for brotherhood.
I stood transfixed staring at George’s naked body. I found myself becoming aroused. My cock was rising, and by now I was no longer surprised that he was turning me on.
“Where are my clothes?” I asked, startling him.
“Good, you’re up,” he said. “I was just going to wake you. Breakfast is almost ready. Your socks, underwear and shirt needed freshening so I made a wash. Besides, I’m a bit of a naturist and I don’t wear clothes around the house. Do you mind?”
“No, not at all,” I answered. “You have a beautiful body which I am enjoying gazing at.” What possessed me to say that?
“I’m blushing,” George said. “Now get the orange juice out of the fridge and
sit down at the table. The bacon and eggs will be ready in a second.”
I was uncomfortable at first with our nudity, but I got over it quickly enough, and soon I was actually unaware of our state of undress. I reckoned that his penchant for nudity was the reason George was not shy about us sleeping naked together.
“I guess we can scratch tennis for today,” I observed.
“Yes,” George answered. “I’ve already called Mark and explained that we had too much to drink last night and I told him we’ll take a rain check.”
Changing the subject, George asked, “Did you find the bartender to be good looking? He’s sleeping with Mark Cook’s step-son.”
“I really didn’t notice,” I answered.
“Before Daniel moved in with him, I used to trick with him whenever I could. He’s quite a lover.”
For a moment I was too shocked to speak, but I regained my composure, and said a few things which I am sure sounded dumb. “I didn’t know you were gay. Why were you dating my daughter? You must know that she’s promiscuously heterosexual.”
“Of course I knew. I never touched her. I would never get involved with a student anyway. Whatever relationship we might have had was a figment of her imagination.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Why? I don’t know. I was just glad to hear that there was nothing between this guy and my daughter.
“Why did you sleep naked with me?” I blurted out without thinking.
“Because I like your body too. I enjoy sleeping cuddled up to another man. You were out like a light, so I didn’t think you would notice or mind.”
Again without thinking I said, “I didn’t mind at all, even when I wasn’t out
like a light.”
George’s face suddenly lit up into an oversized grin. He reached across the table and put his hand on mine. “Can I interest you in the joys of gay sex?” he asked, and he curled a phantom mustache with the fingers of his other hand.
Without even a second’s hesitation, I answered, “Yes, you sure can.”
Without showing any further emotion, George said, “Eat your breakfast and then we’ll shower together.” Just then I heard my cell phone ringing. I heard it, but I had no idea where it was.
“That’s my cell phone,” I blurted out. “Do you know where it is?”
“Yes, I left it on the front hall table. I’ll get it for you.”
I opened the phone to a tirade (even worse than usual) from Connie. “Where are you?” she demanded to know. “I came home to an empty house and had to spend the night alone.”
“I thought you had gone back to school,” I said meekly. I should have told her that it was none of her business where I was, but old habits do indeed die hard. Connie intimidated me.
“When will you be home?” she screamed out at me.
“I don’t know,” I answered less meekly. “When I’m good and ready, I suppose.” I hung up and powered off the phone.
“If you don’t mind my saying so, I think your Connie needs to be taken down a few pegs,” George observed.
“And just what did you have in mind?” I asked, indicating that I agreed with him, and would like a few suggestions.
“Did you ever read The Taming of The Shrew?” he asked. Well of course I had. “We need to devise a game plan to tame Connie. Keep in mind that it’s for her own good,” he concluded. “Let’s talk about it later. For the moment, I promised to take you to paradise. Do you still want to go there?”
My stomach jumped a little, but I was anxious to find out why this great guy was arousing me so much. “Let’s do it,” I stated assertively.
I was totally surprised by what happened next. George took hold of my cock and fondled it. It rose to attention immediately. “Let’s go,” he said. Holding my cock, he led me up the stairs and into the master bathroom. He let go of me only to start the shower. The fact that he led me upstairs by my cock, and not by my arm, was so erotic to me that I almost came before we went into the shower.
George adjusted the water temperature to his liking. I knew that it would be perfect for me also. We just stood under the cascading water for a little while, staring at each other. Suddenly (and I do mean surprisingly suddenly) George wrapped his arms around me, and leaned in to kiss me. Considering that I had never kissed a man before, not even my father, I could not believe how quickly I responded. Our lips parted and we began to tickle each other’s tongues. George’s erection was pressed against mine and we began to rub our cocks together. God, it felt good.
George pulled away a little and I felt his hand engulf my prick. Somehow he had soaped up his hand and now he was massaging my cock with soap. I wanted to reciprocate, but I didn’t know where the soap was at the moment. I felt so good that all I could do was close my eyes and sigh deeply. George stopped stroking my cock and turned me around. Now he rubbed his prick up and down my crack as he continued to stroke my soapy cock. I thought he might try to enter me. I would let him of course, but I was filled with fear. He let go of me without warning and fell to his knees. Now I felt a new sensation. Nobody had ever done to me what George was doing. He was rimming my ass and I wanted to scream with joy, but I muffled the noises coming out of me.
I felt fear again and even lost my erection for a little bit when I felt George’s finger penetrate my ass. I was happy that it didn’t hurt. In fact it felt good, but then a second and a third finger entered me. I saw stars and was about to scream out and stop him, when his probing fingers touched a magic spot within me. The pain was still there, but lessening, as I felt a sensation that was so erotic, I felt that I was going to cum. I could feel the orgasm building deep within me.
I pulled away and yelled, “I’m cumming George, and I don’t want to yet.”
George stood up and embraced me. “Soap up your cock and fuck me,” he said. I was amazed. He was asking me to perform an act which I considered totally intimate and he asked me to do it just exactly like he would ask me to turn on the TV. I didn’t know where to start, but I followed his direction. He leaned against the shower wall and pushed out his butt to invite me to enter. I got my dick good and soapy and placed my head in his crack. He reached behind himself and took hold of my cock which he positioned at his opening.
“Push in slowly,” he instructed and I did, or at least I tried. In spite of the fact that he was tighter than any cunt I had ever been in, I slipped in easily. For sure George had a well experienced ass hole. When I was all the way in, I didn’t move at all. I was savoring how warm and comforting my cock felt buried in his ass. George began to move his hips and I began to thrust lightly. I was so horny and he was so tight that I felt the orgasm I was trying to delay coming on. There was no stopping it and George knew.
“Cum inside my ass,” he yelled. “Please don’t pull out.” I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to. It wasn’t the best orgasm I ever had in my life. My position in the shower was pulling at my calf muscles, but it was an intense and satisfying one.
“Would you let me fuck you now?” George asked very meekly. How could I say no? I nodded, we kissed yet again, and George gave me my first fuck. It hurt when he entered me, but the pain was quickly replaced with extreme pleasure. All during the time he was in me, I felt like I might cum again, but I never did.
After the shower we lay naked in George’s bed. We were hugging tightly and our limp dicks were touching. George was nibbling at my ear when he whispered in it. “How did you enjoy your first male sexual experience?”
I reflected a moment before answering. “I liked it enough to know that I want more, a lot more.”
“Wait until I give you a blow job,” George said. “You’ll never let a woman do it to you again.”
I laughed. “When will that be?” I asked.
“Soon, very soon,” he laughed.
Actually we dozed off and he didn’t blow me until at least five hours later. Now I can say that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. No woman had ever come close to satisfying me the way George did. When he asked me to do him, I almost balked, but I wouldn’t let on, and decided to go for it. So far everything else had been so pleasurable. I tried to do everything he had done to me. From the sounds of his throat murmurings, I must brag and say that I was pretty sure I was satisfying him. It took a lot of will power to lick his dick head and then take him into me, but it tasted fresh scrubbed and perfumed and I really got into it after awhile. I even swallowed his cum as he had mine.
“How did I do”? I asked him.
“You did good, real good,” he answered. He kissed me again and we started to doze off once more. I wasn’t sure, but as we were falling asleep, I thought I heard George whisper, “I know what we have to do about taming your daughter,” he said. “I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”
Connie was really worried now. Al had made good his threat. He hadn’t been home for two days now. She had gone shopping without him and had maxed out her credit cards. She needed daddy to pay for her further indulgences. She didn’t even have enough money to buy gas for the long drive back to school. She regretted having given George the boot.
Early Sunday morning, she heard a key turn the lock in the front door. “Daddy is that you?” she yelled in delight, and ran to the front hall. The door opened and there stood two men with guns drawn. They wore ski caps pulled down their faces with holes cut out for their eyes. They looked like monsters to Connie. She froze in place. She tried to scream, but before she could, one of the thugs covered her mouth. They dragged her out and into their car, carefully locking Al’s front door. Connie started out by kicking and squirming, but somewhere along the line she passed out from fright and since she was light as a feather, she presented the kidnappers with no further trouble.
When she woke up she found herself tied tightly to a chair, and much to her dismay she was naked. Worse, the two abductors were similarly disrobed. The ski masks were off and Connie found them to be two very attractive men in their very early twenties. They both had better than average cut dicks, and that helped her relax a little about being naked. Neither of them was particularly tall, perhaps about 5’8”. Connie felt certain that she could seduce them both.
“Who are you? What do you want? How did you get the key to my house?” she demanded to know. “If it’s ransom you’re after my father will pay anything to get me back.”
The first man started to laugh. “What if he can’t or won’t meet our demands? What are you willing to do to rescue yourself?”
“He’ll pay,” she assured him. “He worships the ground I walk on. Is it my body you both want?” Connie smiled uncertainly at them. They both got hysterical with laughter.
“Your body is the last thing we want,” the second man assured her. “Watch,” he demanded, so Connie watched them. The two men embraced each other and started kissing. As they did so they began to fondle each other and their cocks began to rise. The first man fell to his knees and started to blow the second. The second man began to talk dirty, very dirty.
“Suck harder, cocksucker,” he demanded of his mate. “Take my hot rod down your throat and suck me dry.” Connie was appalled. She had never heard such language. The man got more and more obscene the closer he got to his climax. Suddenly he pulled out of his friend’s mouth and faced Connie. He finished himself off and covered Connie’s face and breast with thick, creamy, plentiful cum.
Connie screamed, “Clean me off you scum. I’ll see to it that you both go to prison for years when I get free.”
“I guess we won’t ever be able to let her go free then,” the first man said. Connie grew pale and she sickened at the thought.
“You know,” the second man said, “that wonderful blow job you gave me has made me hungry. Let’s eat something.” He went to the fridge and brought back a sleeve of white bread and some sliced roast beef. He made two sandwiches, garnished the meat with mustard, and offered one to his co-conspirator.
“I’m starving,” Connie said. “Make me a sandwich.” The two men ignored her.
“Did you hear any magic words?” the first man asked. The second shook his head.
“I’m hungry,” Connie persisted.
“Still no magic,” the second man said.
They finished eating, and number two put everything back in the fridge. He removed two cans of beer and the pair began to consume their drinks.
“I’m thirsty,” Connie declared. The men ignored her.
“I need to pee,” she declared further.
“You’ll pee when we tell you to. If you can’t wait, feel free to let loose all over yourself.”
For the first time, Connie’s face showed some concern. She knew she couldn’t sway them with sex, so she hoped maybe she could win them over by befriending them.
“My name is Constance,” she told them.
“Tell us something we don’t know,” the second man said.
“Well you know my name. What do I call you two hot studs?”
“Flattery won’t work,” the first man said, “but if you must know, my name is Tim and this here’s Bertie, short for Burton.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Connie said facetiously. “Look, I really have to pee.”
“Hold it in,” Tim said showing no pity.” Then the first miracle happened. Connie began to cry, not crocodile tears reserved for whining and begging, but real honest to goodness tears of discomfort.
“See that clock on the wall,” Tim continued. “It’s 9:45. When the big hand is on the twelve and the little hand is on the eleven, you can pee, not a second before. Now, we would like to talk to your father about ransom. Give us his cell phone number.”
Bertie went into another room to make the call, and he closed the door behind him. He came out after five minutes and he was laughing so hard, he couldn’t talk.
“How much did you ask for and what did he say?” Connie asked. She still hadn’t said the magic word so Bertie ignored her. He looked at Tim and said, “Houston, we have a problem.”
“Tell me,” Tim begged.
“Her father said he would pay us twice as much to keep her. He said she was so costly, it would be worth every penny he gave us because he figures he’ll be a near millionaire by the end of the year.”
“I never expected that,” Tim said. “What should we do?”
“Maybe he’ll be more sympathetic to our demands if we tell him that we are going to torture her, but we want the ransom, and he has to take her back,” Bertie said. He looked at Connie. “I can see why he doesn’t want you back,” he said.
“You’re wrong,” she said. “My father loves me. I’ll bet you never spoke to him.”
“Oh yes I did,” Bertie retorted. “He’s with a Dr. Farmer. Does that mean anything to you?” Connie slumped in her chair.
“I need to pee,” she repeated, “and I need to wipe your cum off my face.”
Tim informed Bertie that he had not yet heard the magic word which might open the bathroom door, and so they ignored her. Finally Tim said, “It’s my turn and you know what I mean.” He sat down on a chair. Bertie got on his knees and began to suck Tim’s cock in plain view of Connie. While he was getting a great BJ from his pal, Tim asked Connie if she ever did this to a man.
“Never,” she replied. “It’s disgusting.”
“No wonder you can’t keep a man,” he replied. “Would you like us to teach you how? You can practice on us.”
For a second Connie thought that going down on her captors might buy her release, but she wasn’t certain so instead she said, “Fuck off.”
Tim was about to say, “Tsk, tsk,” but he started to cum and he screamed out obscenities instead.
“Disgusting,” Connie reiterated.
“Disgusting indeed!” Tim said when he could breathe again. “The only thing disgusting is you. You wish it was your mouth I just came in. Admit it.”
“Pig,” was all Connie could spit out.
“Hey girl,” Bertie said, “It’s yours when you want it.”
Just then there was a knock on the door. Bertie opened it and in walked another young man in his early twenties. Connie’s jaw dropped open. She had never seen anyone so handsome in her life. He looked like a Greek statue. He was over six feet tall. He had black curly hair, cut short. His eyes were deep blue, and they offset his pale complexion. He had a straight Roman nose, a square jaw, and about a day’s growth of beard. There was something vaguely familiar about him. She thought for a moment that she might know him, but she couldn’t place him. As for the young man he took one look at Connie and did a double take, presumably dazzled by her beauty.
“Tim and I have things to do so Jimmy here is taking over for us,” Bertie said. “You better be nicer to him than you have been to us. He has a reputation for beating up on women.” Jimmy said nothing. He glared at Connie and started to undress while Tim and Bertie got dressed to leave. As he locked the door behind them, Jimmy spoke for the first time.
“Let’s get the rules straight,” he said. “While we wait for the ransom, you can be comfortable or very, very uncomfortable. It’s strictly your choice to make.”
Connie didn’t know what to say so she kept her mouth shut for a change.
Jimmy continued. “I am the only one making demands around here. You will always do everything I ask you to do. You will not question my authority. If you need something, you will ask pleasantly and you will say PLEASE. Otherwise I will not do as you ask. Do you understand?”
Connie wasn’t sure where this was heading so she just nodded. By now Jimmy was fully undressed and Connie was fully aroused. She could not take her eyes off his cock. It was the biggest she had ever seen, at least six flaccid, cut inches. It was hefty as well and his balls were full and succulent. As far as Connie was concerned things were looking up. She could only wonder if Jimmy was straight and if she could seduce him.
“I need to pee badly,” she told him. “If I don’t get to the bathroom soon, you won’t like what will happen.”
“So?” Jimmy asked.
“So take me to the bathroom.”
“You don’t listen too well. I gave you specific instructions which you have disobeyed. For that you have to stroke my cock with your tongue. Don’t try to bite me. You won’t like the consequences if you do.” He approached her and held his cock out in front of her mouth. She stroked the underside once with her tongue. Jimmy got an instant erection. At least he’s straight, she reasoned.
“Now what was it you wanted?” he asked.
“I need to pee,” she said stubbornly.
“And?”
“Please, please take me to the bathroom.”
“Of course, I will. Now wasn’t that easy?”
He untied her from the chair and she was surprised to find that her hands were tied behind her with a separate rope. She stood and ran toward the bathroom. The seat was up and she turned to look at Jimmy. Lower the seat,” she snapped, “before I die.”
“Obey the rules or pee with the seat up,” he answered.
“PLEASE,” she begged, and Jimmy lowered the seat.
She didn’t care that the door was open and Jimmy watched her pee. She was eliminating water in a torrent. Jimmy approached her and put his cock to her mouth. “You lapsed again, and I had to remind you to say please,” he said. “For that you will give me another lick or two as punishment.”
“Why don’t you say please?”
“I told you, I make the demands anyway I want to. You make them politely.”
“OK, I get it,” she whimpered. “I’m very hungry. Could you please, pretty please, give me something to eat when I’m through here?”
“Cut the sarcasm if you know what’s good for you.”
Connie nodded meekly. “How can I wipe myself?” she asked. “My hands are tied behind me.”
“I’ll do it for you,” Jimmy said. He took a wad of toilet paper and dabbed lightly at her Venus entrance. He was so gentle that Connie got completely turned on. “Let’s see if I did a good job, he said. He leaned down and kissed Connie gently on her clitoris. She thought she would swoon.
Jimmy sat her at the kitchen table. He made her a roast beef sandwich and poured her a coke. He refused to untie her hands and he fed her instead. Connie was mortified, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.”
When she was finished eating, Jimmy started to tie her to the chair again. “Please,” she cried, “the chair is so uncomfortable. Couldn’t you at least tie me to a bed?”
Jimmy smiled at her. “See how easy it’s getting. You said please, so your wish is my command.” He put her in a twin size bed and tied each ankle to the foot posts. Then he untied her hands and tied each wrist to the head posts. She was more comfortable now, but she was lying on her back fully exposed to him. She was so turned on, her vagina was oozing and fluid was leaking down her leg. Jimmy noticed and he began to yearn for what appeared to be a fountain of love.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he said. “I’m not asking you, I’m demanding, and you have no choice.” Connie was stunned, but she wanted him badly and simply nodded. In fact they were both so hot and needy, that Jimmy bypassed all foreplay. He lay on top of her, and entered her easily. Unfortunately he neglected to use a condom.
Jimmy came once and Connie came three times. He released her ties and the two lay in the bed together wrapped up in each other’s arms. Connie was weeping.
“Why are you crying?” Jimmy asked.
“This is the craziest thing,” she moaned. “I love you. Isn’t that weird? I knew the moment you walked in the room that you wouldn’t hurt me, and that I had nothing to fear from you. Tim and Bertie didn’t really frighten me either. They seem like two little cupcakes to me.”
“Connie, Connie,” Jimmy said. “I have yearned for you ever since the first time I saw you on campus. I can’t lie to you anymore. My name is Philip Watson.”
Connie’s eyes lit up. “I know you,” she said. “You’re majoring in drama. I saw you in a play that the drama department put on, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. Tim and Bertie played the title characters and you were Hamlet. If I remember correctly Dr. Farmer directed the play.”
“That’s right,” Philip said.
“If you were so stricken by me?” Connie asked, “Why didn’t you try to meet me and to date me?”
“I love you Connie, but you know you have a terrible reputation. Everyone knows that you only go for wealthy guys who can indulge your whims. I’m a poor student. I have great potential, but I can’t offer you anything but my love for the time being.”
Connie began to cry. “Forgive me,” she said, “PLEASE forgive me. Right now, I don’t want anything more in the world than you.” They kissed passionately and began to make love again. They made love all night.
In the morning, Philip gave Connie her clothes and they both got dressed. Once again they kissed passionately. “Come,” Philip said, “I’ll explain everything and take you to your father.”
When George and I woke up from having made
love for what seemed like a dozen times, George said, “Let’s talk about Connie.
She’s not a very nice person and she’s spoiled rotten.”
“I guess I indulged her too much,” I admitted. “You mentioned something about
having a plan to tame her,” I reminded him.
“Yes. I not only teach English, I head up the drama department. I know any number of budding actors. Many of them live here in LA. How about I engage a few of them for an acting gig? We know that Connie is back home and she can’t leave because she has no money. Let one of these boys stage a mock kidnapping, and he can do like Petruchio. The funny thing is that we have started to rehearse for Taming of The Shrew to be presented before Christmas break. The actors can rehearse on Connie. Too bad I’ve already cast Katherina. Connie could play the part with a lot of conviction.”
“They wouldn’t harm her, would they? I wouldn’t want her hurt in any way.”
“They wouldn’t harm her at all,” George said. “They would just make her miserable like Petruchio made Kate.”
“I’m not sure about this,” I said. “I just know that something has to be done to make her into a real human being. I’m willing to give it a try.”
George went to his Blackberry and retrieved some telephone numbers. He called each one in turn, and asked them to be at his house at noon. He told them that he would take them to lunch and offer them an acting gig.
“Why three?” I asked. “All we need is one.”
“I figure one or two might turn us down. It’s for insurance.”
Tim and Bertie arrived in one car and Phil arrived moments later in a separate car. Introductions were made. They were all good looking, but I wouldn’t mind furthering my gay education in Philip’s arms. He was gorgeous, but very straight. Then again, who knew? I thought I was straight also until I fell head over heels in love with George. Best thing yet; I think George felt the same way. We all transferred to George’s car and headed for the country club.
While we were waiting for a table we went to the bar. Now I was much more aware of things. Jamie ogled the three handsome men, but he flipped over Philip, and who could blame him? Just before we were called to our table, Mark Cook walked through the bar. George called to him and introduced us all. God he was handsome. I was surrounded by handsome men. I almost regretted that I missed my lesson with Mark, but what George and I did instead was much more satisfying.
At lunch, George described Connie’s extraordinary beauty and I could see that Philip’s interest was peaked. Not so much Tim and Bertie. Then he went on to tell them that she was a real live Kate, a shrew of the first order. He described his plan to tame her and advised the men that they could employ similar tactics as in the play. They all laughed and said that they were up for the challenge. It was agreed to use Phil’s apartment as the other two men still lived with their parents. They took my address and left to convene at Phil’s house to lay out their game plan, which they wanted to put into effect the following morning.
When they left, I looked at George. “You know,” I told him, “I’m anxious for more lessons. Are you up to it?”
“I’m a healthy homosexual male who has fallen madly in love with the father of one of my students. I’m more than up to it, so let’s get out of here.”
We couldn’t get out of there fast enough and back into George’s shower. “OK,” George said jokingly, “before we get into advanced technique, let’s review your first few lessons.”
He fell to his knees and started rimming my
ass. Suddenly, I burst into tears. My body was racked with huge spasms as I
sobbed uncontrollably. George jumped up and encircled me with his strong arms.
“What’s the matter?” he asked me. “Please don’t cry.”
“Nothing is wrong,” I reassured him. “It’s just that I’m so damned happy. I haven’t been this happy ever in my life. Please, love, make us one body. Fuse as together. Get inside of me as far as you can and never get out.” George kissed me and laughed.
“I wish I could stay inside of you forever, but I’ll do my best to stay in as long as I can.”
“Please,” I said, “let’s dry up and take this to the bedroom.”
This started a non stop sex regime that I never wanted to end. I found it difficult to let go of George. I just wanted to hold him and have him hold me tight. Somehow I needed the reassurance that I was loved.
We were interrupted twice. Shortly after lunch on Sunday, Tim and Bertie called to let us know that Connie was fine, but they were being hard on her by ignoring her demands until she could bring herself to say, please. So far, she hadn’t said it and she had no idea what they wanted when they referred to “the magic word.”
The next day was Monday. I called the office to say I wouldn’t be in that day. George and I remained entwined until the phone rang at about 9 AM. We were shocked to hear Phil’s voice.
“I’ve had enough of the game,” he said. “I’m bringing Connie home now. Shall I bring her to her home or yours, Dr. Farmer?”
“Hold on a minute,” George said. He filled me in and I told him to tell Phil to come here. “I want her to know about us,” I told George. “If she doesn’t like it, well that’s just tough shit.”
George kissed me and said, “That’s my boy.”
When Phil and Connie came into the house, I felt that something had changed in my daughter. She ran to me and kissed me and cried on my shoulder. I figured she was crying about her recent ordeal.
“Why are you crying?” I asked.
“I’m crying because I’m so happy,” she said. (Like father, like daughter.) “I’m in love, Daddy,” she went on, “With Phil. He doesn’t know where he’s going to get tuition for his next semester. He can’t offer me a thing, but I love him. Please, please, Dad. I won’t ever ask you for another thing for myself, but will you please help Phil?”
I never really answered her question. I just hugged her so tightly she had to get my meaning. Now I had to tell her about George and me. I didn’t know how, so I just blurted out, “Honey, I’m in love also. I found the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with and be buried beside. I really don’t care if you disapprove, this one is a keeper and I’m keeping HIM.”
“Him?” Connie asked aghast.
“Him?” Phil asked aghast.
“Yes,” George piped in, “it’s me and I feel the same way about your father. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
Finally Connie found her voice. “Well you better not ever hurt him,” she said, “or you’ll have to answer to Phil and me.”
A few weeks later, just before Christmas, I found myself in the audience at the University Drama Club’s production of Shakespeare’s The Taming of The Shrew. Connie sat to my right and George sat next to her. She squeezed both her hands every time Phil came on stage. I really did not expect to see the production I saw. Amateur productions are a definite turn off for me.
I guess I never told you what I do for a living. I’m a film producer. Not just any film producer. I have three Oscars and an Emmy to my name and I’m far from done. I have worked with the best actors this world has produced, so it is no idle statement to say that my future son in law, Phil, blew me away. His performance transfixed and mesmerized me. His fellow actors were wonderful, but he was superb. In the end it was totally believable that Katherina would succumb to his authority, and want to be the best wife ever, just to please him.
At this time, I was in pre-production for a romantic comedy. The average public thinks that such movie fare is fluff. In truth, the genre is a huge challenge for an actor. The plots are usually predictable and sometimes absurd. It takes a good actor to convince the public of the reality of the situation. I had already signed the female lead. She was famous, popular, beautiful and talented. She would draw the crowds all by herself. I knew I could afford to take a chance on a fresh new face for the male lead, and I found him playing Petruchio that evening.
Phil is rich and famous now. In spite of that, Connie never asks him for a thing. She doesn’t have to. He buys her anything he sees that he thinks she might like. Connie has devoted her life to making him and my two grandsons a happy home.
Speaking of happy homes, George now teaches at UCLA and we live together in luxury as well. We would be happy together if we didn’t have a pot to pee in. We may not make love every single day anymore, but we love each other more and more every day. I have even lately been toying with the idea of making a movie, a romantic comedy if you will, about a gay couple. The usual religious fanatics will probably picket the theaters, but I can afford a loss to get the message out.
Posted: 03/18/11