Addicted (11 page)

"I'm not one
to judge," he smiled, displaying a perfect row of white teeth.
"It's your life, so you do as you think fit."

"You... you
won't tell Tony, will you?" I asked, my face burning.

"Why should I
do that? You are addicted to sperm aren't you, Helen?"

"Yes, yes I
am. On the common... I had to do that, I had no choice. With Tony
away, I've been climbing the walls, going crazy."

"Want some
sperm now?"

No, desperate
as I was for a fix, I couldn't begin a relationship with Gary, my
neighbour. I'd made a horrendous mistake with David and Lydia - and
Stephen Giles! I wasn't going to make another mistake. I'd put
myself in a position where several people could blackmail me,
demand sex and money. I'd really made a mess of my life since Tony
began going away on his business trips - a complete disaster!

"Helen, we can
work together, help each other out during Tony's absence," Gary
said, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand. "You don't
need to go to the common and... and do that. You don't need anyone
else; you have me, living next door. Why involve other people?"

I saw his
point, but was it a good idea? No, to play my dangerous games so
close to home wasn't a good idea at all! Suzie had been the perfect
answer, and she still was, as far as I was concerned. What Gary
would do when I turned him down, I didn't know. Blackmail me, more
than likely!

"Well, what do
you say?" he asked, squeezing my hand again.

"I say no,
Gary. It's not what I want."

"But it's what
I want, Helen," he returned. Was there an element of threat in his
voice? I didn't know. I imagined there was. I thought of my secret
candle, although I didn't know why.

"I've made my
plans," I said, forcing a smile. "I have my supply of... things are
all right the way they are."

"No, Helen,
you'll come to me for sperm." That was an order!

"Gary,
I..."

"You have no
choice in the matter. Besides, it makes sense."

"No
choice?"

"I know a hell
of a lot about you, things that Tony must never know."

"Oh, so that's
your angle, is it?"

"Yes, I'm
afraid it is. Let's be sensible about this, you need sperm and I
need sex, so what's the problem?"

What's the
problem? He was blackmailing me, that was the problem! I needed
sperm and he needed sex. Through the cloudiness of my thinking, I
suddenly saw that he was right - it was a way out of the mess. Alan
Walker, hopefully, wouldn't bother me again. Geoff didn't know who
I was or where I lived. Stephen Giles wouldn't say anything to
Tony. That just left David and Lydia, and I was sure they'd not
cause me problems.

"All right," I
conceded, pulling my hand away from his. "But it's only sex, Gary,
nothing else. No strings, no..."

"Agreed. Let's
begin with you stripping off and showing me what you've got to
offer me."

I was becoming
used to exhibiting my nakedness, I reflected as I unbuttoned my
blouse and exposed my firm breasts, my erect nipples, to his
appreciative gaze. It was only sex, and only while Tony was away, I
mused, tugging my skirt down and exposing my shaved pussy lips, my
moist sex crack. When Tony returned... God, when Tony returned, I
had no idea what I'd do, how I'd react! Would he taste sperm on my
lips as he kissed me? What would sex be like with my husband
after...

"Finger your
cunt," Gary ordered me crudely, his voice deep in his heavy
breathing, his arousal.

"Gary, I'm not
into..."

"You do want
sperm, don't you?"

"Yes,
but..."

"Finger your
cunt, Helen. Push four fingers up your wet cunt."

"Gary, I
don't..."

"Does Tony
know you've shaved?"

"No, I mean...
of course he does!"

Watching him open the back door and step out into the garden,
I wondered what he was up to. I didn't want anything perverted with
Gary, just straight sex, just his sperm. I didn't want anything
perverted with
any
one! But the plan was good, cutting out the others and having
one man to supply me. No strings, no complications, the plan was
very good.

Suzie beckoned
from somewhere deep in my mind, calling me, urging me to use other
men as well as Gary. No, I had to deny Suzie and stick with Gary.
He was good-looking, muscular, and living next door he'd make an
ideal supplier of sperm.

"Bend over the
table," he ordered me, entering the kitchen wielding a long bamboo
cane.

"Gary!" I
gasped, my heart racing. "I'm not going to..."

"OK, no
sperm."

"I'll go to
the common and find..." I began, my face flushing as he prodded my
nipples with the end of the cane - my stiffening nipples.

"Geoff won't
be there, Helen."

"How do you
know that? You don't even know Geoff."

"I had a word
with him. I've planned this very well, even though I say it myself.
You see, when I learned of your addiction, I went to the common. As
I'd expected, Geoff was there, waiting for you. I frightened him
off, told him that I was your husband and..."

"Gary, you had
no right to do that!" I snapped, pushing the end of the cane away
from my vaginal crack.

"Maybe not,
but I did it, all the same. I've been going to prostitutes for
years now; I think it's high time I had a regular woman. Bend over
the table, Helen."

"No, I won't!
I don't mind what you say to Tony, I'm not going to..."

"I'm not going
to say anything to Tony. I don't need to blackmail you, if you
really need sperm, then you'll do as I ask. I've cut your supply
off, so you only have me."

I'd believed
I'd secured a regular supply of sperm from Geoff. I hadn't thought
that my reserve would be blocked like this - I'd not prepared for
it. Gary really did have me where he wanted me, I reflected, eyeing
the thin bamboo cane. He had me over a barrel, over a table! As he
slipped his erect penis out, displaying his purple knob, his
sperm-slit, my craving rocketed.

"All right," I
finally conceded, leaning over the table and jutting by buttocks
out. "But I don't want you to cane me too hard."

"Helen, I'm
not going to cane you!" he laughed, his finger circling my anal
ring, awakening sensitive nerve endings there. "Not yet, anyway.
I'm going to bum-fuck you first."

Gripping the
rounded edge of the pine table, my grimacing face pressed against
the polished surface, I tensed my buttocks. I hadn't wanted this,
anal sex, perverted sex - but I had no choice. I was that desperate
for sperm that I'd do anything and everything for a fix. I'd endure
the degradation, the humiliation - anal intercourse. Bum-fuck.

The cooling
cream between my buttocks was butter. He was greasing me, oiling me
in readiness for anal penetration. I squeezed my eyes shut, my anal
sphincter muscles tightening, ready to defend my virginal
bottom-hole. Having second thoughts, I was about to stand upright,
but I knew I'd not survive the craving, the wall climbing. I was
weak in my weakness.

"You'll enjoy
this," Gary said softly, parting my taut buttocks and pressing his
hard knob against the delicate brown tissue within my crease. "Have
you ever been bum-fucked before?"

"No, no I
haven't," I murmured, praying that it wouldn't hurt. Tony should
have been there to save me.

"It'll be a
first, then. This is what I do to prostitutes, fuck their tight
arses."

Prostitute, I
hated the word. If Tony knew what I was... "Argh!" I cried as
Gary's bulbous knob conquered my anal sphincter muscles and drove
into my rectal duct. His shaft opened me, gliding into me, filling
me as I gripped the table harder. My mouth gasping, my knuckles
whitening, I sensed his heavy balls come to rest against my swollen
pussy lips as he completely impaled me on his huge cock.

I felt
disgusted, shameful, decadent... there are no words to describe the
absolute debasement of my naked body. My sacrosanct cavern crudely
violated, abused, I was degraded, humiliated beyond belief. But
this was my choice, I reflected. No, I'd had no choice. I craved
sperm, and I had to open my most private entrance to another man's
penis in return.

Was anal abuse
to be a regular event? I wondered as he grabbed my trembling hips
and withdrew his penis, leaving only his knob tightly hugged by my
stretched anal ring. Thrusting into me again, my body jolting, I
gasped. The abuse of my bottom-hole, anal sex, would be a regular
event, I knew only too well. I felt anger, anger towards myself for
allowing my addiction to plunge me into debased sex. I was angry
with Tony for not being there when I'd needed him.

The unfamiliar
sensations repulsing me, shaming me, I felt as if I were dreaming.
This wasn't real, it was a nightmare! All I knew was that I needed
sperm. But how would I drink his sperm? His cockhead driving deep
into my aching bottom-hole again and again, he'd soon come; fill my
bowels with the magical fluid. How was I to take my fix?

Would Tony
enjoy anal intercourse? I wondered as I endured the crude rectal
pistoning. Had he ever thought of driving his cock deep into my bum
and fucking me there? Perhaps, during masturbation, he'd had such
wicked and debased thoughts. I imagined that he had.

"God, I'm
coming!" Gary gasped, driving his knob into me again, bloating my
pelvic cavity. Was Tony ringing me, wondering where I was, what I
was doing? I sensed Gary's sperm jet into my anal tube, filling me,
lubricating the degrading fucking. What Tony didn't know couldn't
hurt him. "You're a tight-arsed bitch!" Gary cried, his heavy balls
slapping my wet pussy lips as he continued his illicit fucking.

My clitoris
neglected, devoid of gentle massage, my cunt barren, I wondered
whether I'd ever find a debased form of satisfaction from anal
intercourse. An acquired taste, I presumed as Gary made his last
rectal thrusts, bathing my inflamed anal canal with his semen. No,
I'd find nothing other than vileness from anal sex.

"Christ, I
needed that!" he breathed, stilling his throbbing cock deep within
my spunked bottom. "I'm going to look forward to your visits,
Helen. I'm going to look forward to fucking your tight
arsehole."

"I need sperm,
Gary," I murmured as he slowly withdrew his solid shaft, leaving my
rectal sheath bloated, swirling with spunk - forever violated.

"And you'll
have it!" he chuckled. "Don't move, I'm just going to get
something."

I didn't move.
Sperm oozing from my inflamed anal entrance, I lay there quivering,
desperate for a tongue, fingers - licking, fingering. Gary finally
returned with several long leather straps. Binding my ankles to the
table legs, he assured me that I'd soon have my fix; I'd soon be
free of the dreadful symptoms. As he bound my wrists together,
pulling my arms out straight and running the strap beneath the
table, I became fearful.

"I don't want
this!" I cried as he secured the strap to one of the table legs.
"Gary, I don't want this!"

"What's the
matter? All I've done is tie you over the table," he replied,
grabbing the cane from the floor.

"I don't want
the cane!"

"Helen, what
you want or don't want doesn't come into it. I want to thrash you,
and that's what I'm going to do."

"Please, you
must release me!"

"Don't you
want my sperm?"

"Yes, yes,
but... please, Gary!"

The first
stinging blow jolted my naked body, the pain permeating my tensed
buttocks. I couldn't endure this, I thought as the cane swished
through the air and stuck my taut buttocks again. Anal intercourse
in return for sperm was bad enough, degrading enough, but not this!
Gary had become a monster, chuckling wickedly as he thrashed me,
beat my defenceless body. I'd not come to him for sperm again, I
decided as the hardest blow yet cracked loudly across my burning
bottom.

"I'll fuck
your sweet mouth after I've thrashed you!" he cried in his
debauchery.

"Please, stop
now!" I sobbed, my tears pooling on the table. "No! No, please,
Gary!"

"You'll come
to like, it, Helen. I'm going to buy you a gymslip and a pair of
white ankle socks; it'll suit your shaved cunt."

He thrashed
and thrashed me until the fire within my buttocks raged and my
tethered body shook violently. But he was right, the pain did turn
to pleasure, a strange, perverted sexual pleasure I'd never known
existed. Every crack of the cane swelled my clitoris, tightened my
vaginal muscles and sent hot pussy juice coursing down my inner
thighs. I not only craved sperm, but I was now desperate for the
relief of orgasm. My body perspiring, my long blonde hair matted as
the thrashing continued, I thought I'd pass out in my sexual
delirium.

"That's enough
for now," Gary finally said, dropping the cane to the floor. "OK,
I'm now going to attend your beautiful cunt."

"Gary, let me
go now! Give me your sperm and let me go home to rest."

"Go home to
rest? But I've barely started, Helen!"

"Please, I
need..."

"You need your
drug, and you'll get it, but all in good time. There's something
about fucking my neighbour's wife's arsehole, thrashing her
buttocks. It's a real turn-on."

My eyes
closed, my face resting in a pool of tears, I waited in
anticipation for his next perverted act. How would I explain my
weal-lined buttocks to Tony? I wondered as Gary moved about behind
me. But they'd have faded by the time Tony returned. Would Tony
like to cane me? Dress me up in a gymslip and white ankle socks and
thrash my exposed buttocks?

I realized
that I'd known nothing about men, their perverted desires, their
weird sexual fantasies. Tony must have been the same as any other
man. Would he jump at the chance of using my tethered body for
debased, loveless sex? I imagined he would.