Stories by Omega

THE NERD, Part 4

 MY SISTER

 2010 Revision

Kathy got rid of her ex boyfriend Steve. She apologized for cheating and making a fool of me. She knew she had been a bad girl and she wanted to make it up to me with lots of hugs and kisses. She wanted to be a good wife now and she would let me make love to her as much as I wanted. She would give me a kiss each morning but she wouldn’t let me French kiss her. She told me I knew where she wanted to be French kissed and it wasn’t her mouth. She also told me she would teach me how to fuck. “You are so pathetic at it, it’s no wonder I found somebody else. I guess it’s partly my fault because I knew you were a virgin and I never showed you how.”

That evening she took me to bed with her. She stripped off her clothes and posed for me nude. She had me lie on my back and she got on top of me and sat on my face. “First give me a little tongue fuck to get me wet. Good now spit on your hand and jerk yourself a little bit. OK now pleasure me a little more with your tongue. Don’t suck me, just tongue fuck. You can suck my pussy later.” A couple minutes later she said, “Now I am going to put your cock in my pussy. You are not to move, just lie there and let me decide how much and how fast your cock enters me. Do not buck your hips under any circumstance; just lie quietly while I fuck you.”

This wasn’t much pleasure for me because by nature I wanted to push my penis into her pussy. I had seen a couple X rated movies and the man did some fucking too, not just the women. “Kathy I like what you are doing but I need to fuck too just like the guys in the movies do.”

“It’s only sluts that let’s a guy do that. Are you calling me a slut?”

“No Kathy, of course not.”

“Then lie still and let me do the fucking.”

She would let my penis into her and she would ride me for several strokes and then pull off me. This was frustrating for me so I moved my hips just a little bit. Suddenly she slapped my face. “I told you not to move. If you must, you can twitch your cock in me but no thrusting or bucking. I am the one doing the fucking; you just lie there and don’t move.” She would fuck me but when she saw I was getting too excited she would pull off me. She had a smirk on her face as she looked down on me enjoying my frustration. She could sense when I could hold back no longer and she would pull off altogether. I would fuck the air in frustration and have an unsatisfactory ejaculation while she looked down on me and giggled.

“As usual you came too soon, so now you can do what you do best and suck me.”

So our sex life was only a little better. Other things didn’t change. I still did most of the cooking because she said, “You are so much better at that than me,” She was home all day but she spent it watching TV, reading romance novels or at her health club.

One evening I got a phone call from my sister, Mary.  Apparently her husband had run off with another woman. He cleaned out their joint bank account before he left. Now she had no money and the rent was overdue. Could she come and stay with us until she got things straightened out.

I had to ask Kathy, and was delighted when she said yes. This was my real sister, not like that phony brother Kathy had. {See part 3}

When she arrived at the door, I was a little shocked. Mary had always been on the heavy side but now she was just fat. Kathy found it amusing when she saw the size of Mary. “What happened to you Billie? Where you the runt of the litter?”

Mary was so happy she actually kissed Kathy’s hand. “Thank you so much for letting me stay. I had no where else to go. I didn’t know what to do.”

“That’s OK,” Kathy replied, “I’m sure I’ll find something useful for you to do.”

That night in bed, I thanked Kathy again for letting my sister stay. “Show your thanks by sucking my pussy. I want to cum all over your face.”

I was used to Kathy moaning some when I sucked her, but this time she was very vocal. I was sure Mary could hear us and when Kathy said, “Can’t you get your tongue in any deeper than that?” she knew what we were doing.

The next morning I left for work feeling good. I was helping my sister over a rough spot, and my wife was thinking of somebody other than herself. Had I know what was going to happen I would have been very depressed.

This is what Mary told me weeks later:

I am an early riser so after making coffee I thought it would be a nice gesture to offer Kathy one, if she was awake. I wanted to show her, in a small way, how appreciative I was. When I entered her bedroom, I saw her sitting at her dresser brushing her hair. She is a beautiful woman. I wondered how you got her to marry you.

“Would you like a coffee Kathy? I just made it fresh.”

“Never enter my bedroom without knocking. Let’s get the ground rules settled first. You are going to be my maid for the length of your stay. You can call me mistress, although that’s not necessary when Billie is around. Now go make my breakfast. Bring it to me on a tray and remember knock first, then curtsey after entering.”

Was this the same women that seemed so nice last night? I did not have a lot of options so I decided to go along with it for now. When I returned with her breakfast I knocked and curtseyed like she told me. Kathy said, “Since you are going to be my maid I want you to wear a maid uniform. After my breakfast we will go out and I’ll buy you one if I can get one in your size. I may have to settle for a tent.”

We went shopping. I drove her car and she rode in the back. I had to open and close the car door for her. What she bought me was a French maid outfit. It was way too small for me. I looked ridiculous in it. I was so embarrassed but Kathy enjoyed my humiliation. “As long as you do everything you’re told, I’ll let you put it on after Billie leaves in the morning and take it off before he gets home.”

That afternoon I gave her a massage, bathed her and washed her hair. “My personal trainer at the health club gives me better massages than you. His massages give me much more pleasure than yours so you are going to have to try harder. From now on I want you to kiss and lick my pussy first, and then give me my massage.”

 I was preparing dinner when you got home. You were pleased you did not have to make dinner, only help me with the dishes and cleanup. I noticed the first thing you did was prepare her a cocktail. You worked all day yet you made her a cocktail! I could see that I was not the only one she controlled.

The next morning I got more instructions. “As soon as Billie leaves in the morning I want you in here pleasuring me. Billie sucks me off each night and you will do the same each morning and I expect you to do it with enthusiasm. After that, put on your uniform and make my breakfast.”

Why was she so mean? To look at her you would think she was an angel. Shoulder length blond hair, beautiful face and a body women envied and men lusted for, yet she had the personality of a witch.

After lunch she was off to her health club for her appointment with her personal trainer, play some tennis and work on her tan by the pool. She had instructions for me before she left. “My flower garden is a mess. Get all the weeds out, dig up the soil and fertilize it and make sure you wear your uniform while doing it.”

A couple weeks later I made a bad mistake. She caught me fingering myself. I may be fat but that doesn’t mean I don’t have sexual desires. Kathy got sucked off morning and night, but she was the only one in the house getting any sex.

“You slut, how dare you play with yourself? Your job is to pleasure me, not yourself. You want sex? I’ll get you sex.” She made me drive her to a rundown part of town and park in front of some sleazy bar. Still wearing my uniform I followed her in. The bar was dark even though it was mid afternoon. There were only 5 or 6 people in the bar, all male, all black. Kathy sat at the bar, her short skirt sliding up her leg almost to her panties. I had to stand beside her. She ordered a rum and coke but nothing for me.

Kathy looked around and then in a loud voice said, “Who would like some white pussy?” That got everyone’s attention including the bartender.

They all crowded around her. “This must be my lucky day,” a tall lanky guy said as he leered at Kathy.

“Not me you dork, but you can do my maid.”

“Please, please, can I do you instead?”

“Only in your dreams. Get your cocks out now and start fucking her or I’ll take her somewhere else.”

An old blanket appeared from somewhere as they stripped me and threw me down on it. The first guy thrust into me and it hurt. I was dry so his cock felt like a stick wrapped in sandpaper. My agony amused Kathy as she sat at the bar watching while sipping on her drink.

My physical pain lessened as they each had their turn but my mental pain did not. I was being raped on a dirty floor by a bunch of niggers for the entertainment of Kathy. As the forth guy shot his dirty cum in me I looked over his shoulder at Kathy. The bartender was on his knees, between Kathy’s legs sucking her off while she sat on the barstool sipping her drink and watching me. As the fifth and last guy came in my cunt, I could see Kathy jerking the bartender’s hair with both hands, forcing his face hard into her pussy. She moaned, “This is so hot, suck me harder you cunt lapper.”

After her cum Kathy sat and relaxed with another drink. “If any of you guys want to piss on my maid before she gets dressed, now is the time.”

Of course all the guys wanted to. I kept my mouth and eyes closed as they pissed all over me but mainly on my face. Kathy was delighted at my humiliation. “You guys are so entertaining; I may bring her back another time.”

As I drove Kathy home she was already making plans. “That was so much fun but next time I want it to last longer. I want more men and I want you beaten first. Your crying while I get sucked off will be a real turn-on.”

It’s hard to believe that someone as beautiful as she could be so twisted. Her big green eyes and turned up nose gave her a little girl look that hid her black heart. For someone that evil, it should have shown on her face; but it did not, she was the picture of innocence.

You had no clue what was going on. As long as she was happy, you were happy. I should have told you but I knew you wouldn’t believe me.

A week later, much to my surprise, my husband Nick showed up at the door. The young girl he had run off with had dumped him as soon as his money ran out.

In spite of what he did I was glad to see him, but I was embarrassed for him to see me in my ridiculous maid uniform. Kathy was at her health club so I invited him in for a cup of tea. Before he finished it, she came home. I quickly tried to explain who he was, that he was going to find a place to live, and I was just giving him a cup of tea, a little money and I would send him on his way. Kathy examined him with a critical eye and much to my amazement said, “He can stay here. I need a chauffeur and handyman.”

I was pleased but dismayed at her arrogance. She continued, “While you may be husband and wife I allow no sex between my servants. If you can’t handle that then both of you get the hell out of my house right now.” In hindsight that should have been the signal for us to get up and go. However, we were under financial and mental stress, and not thinking to clearly we nodded in agreement.

Remember when you got home Kathy announced, “Nick is going to stay here and be my chauffeur and handyman, but this does not relieve you of helping Mary do the cooking and housework.” This was part of her power game to instantly humiliate you in front of Nick.

She also wanted to humiliate me. “Mary, go put on your maid uniform and show my husband how pretty you look.” When I returned she said, “Doesn’t she look sweet Billie?” Then to me she said, “Since you now have a man sleeping in your room, I want you to wear your uniform all the time. Both day and night.”

Kathy led a life of leisure while the rest of us serviced her. I was her cook and half of her housekeeping team. I was also her maid that bathed her, massaged her, did her hair and nails, and sucked her off most mornings.

You worked hard to supply the money that she spent mostly on herself and for her own enjoyment. You were the other half of her housekeeping team and pleasured her most nights with your tongue while she denied you any satisfaction.

My husband Nick was like her personal servant. He looked after the lawn and garden, drove her anywhere she wanted to go, made all her appointments and ran all her errands. She liked to show off in front of her friends by making him call her madam, open and close doors for her and stand at attention when she approached.

Kathy spent a lot of time at her health club playing tennis, swimming and lounging by the pool. She also had a personal fitness trainer to look after her. The “Princess” should have been happy right? Wrong; her two friends at the health club had swimming pools in their back yards, and once Kathy found out she wanted one also.

As I recall the conversation went something like this: Kathy in a demanding voice said, “Billie, I want a backyard swimming pool. Everybody I know has one except me.”

“But Kathy you have a pool at your health club, isn’t that enough?”

“If that was enough, would I be asking for another one? Duh!!”

“But the summer is half over. Can’t it at least wait until next spring?”

“Are you deaf as well as dumb? I want it right now. Call a contractor; have them put a rush on it. Tell them I want it finished in 10 days.”

Once again you gave into her. If only you had a little more backbone maybe she wouldn’t be such a bitch.

The next day the crew arrived. The crew chief had been told to report to Kathy to find out what type of pool she wanted and where she wanted it. His name was Hank. When I answered the door I saw this tall Italian looking guy standing there. He was very well built and had a dark tan, probably from working outside so much. I could tell Kathy was impressed by the way she eyed him up and down. They went out so she could show him where she wanted the pool. Then, while Hank’s crew went for the equipment to start digging, they returned to the den to discuss pool sizes and styles. “Mary, bring us each a beer and move your fat ass, we don’t have all day.” Then to Hank she sighs, “Good servants are so hard to get these days.”

I was busy working in the kitchen listening to the sound of digging equipment, when I realized that I had not seen Kathy or Hank in quite a while. Then I saw them coming down the stairs. “Mary, change the sheets on the bed,” she demanded. I went to the master bedroom to do as she asked. The bed was a mess and there were wet spots on the sheets. I had to know so I sniffed. There was no doubt; it was the smell of semen. That bitch, she had met him less than two hours ago and she had fucked him in your bed. That became a daily ritual until the pool was completed. They would go upstairs for an hour or so and have sex, while my job was to change the sheets and make the bed before you got home.

I wanted to tell you that you were being cuckold, but I knew unless I had definite proof, like a video, you would never believe me. I breathed a sigh of relief when Hank and his crew departed.

Now I thought things would return to normal. How wrong I was. Kathy turned her attention to Nick. She started teasing him. She was staying home now, most afternoons, to enjoy her new pool. She would lounge around in this tiny red bikini, which I thought was indecent. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom disappeared in the crack of her ass.

She made him rub her with suntan lotion and give her massages. Lying on her stomach she had him concentrate on massaging her ass. Then she would turn over on her back, spread her legs and make Nick kneel between them while he put lotion on her shoulders, stomach and upper thighs. Each time she went for a dip in the pool she would hand him a towel to dry her with. Once she pointed to her barely covered pussy, told him she was still wet and had him massage her pussy through the towel.

It was a hot summer. Nick wore long cotton workout style pants with no underwear on her orders. She liked to see the outline of his hard-on while he pampered her. She made me wear my full uniform and it was extremely uncomfortable.

For her amusement she made me call her mistress. It was supposed to show my respect for her. She often had lunch by the pool and had my husband join her, while I ate in the kitchen. I had to bring her cocktails and Nick beer while she sunned herself.

One day, after I had brought her a drink, she pushed me into the pool. When I tried to drag myself out she pushed me back into the pool with her foot saying, “Get out of my pool you clumsy cow. You’ll get the water all greasy.”

She teased Nick not only with her body but verbally as well. She would often wait until he was applying lotion to her body or massaging her. I remember once she was lying on her back with her mouth half open and licking her lips saying, “I fell like sucking something long and hard and full of juice. Do you know of anything like that Nick?” Another time after removing her bikini top she said, “My nipples are itchy. I wonder if they were sucked if the itch would go away.”

Once he did try and feel her up. I didn’t blame him for that. He is a man and can only take so much teasing. She slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me unless I tell you to. If you want me you have to beg. Get down on your knees before me, tell me how beautiful I am and that you would do anything for me, including giving your wife to a degenerate, and I might let you fuck me.” I was glad he was man enough to resist but I could see he was tempted.

Then there was one day they were by the pool when she ordered me to bring her a Pina Colada. I went to prepare her cocktail when first the phone rang and then I realized I had to get the meat in the oven for dinner. I forgot what she ordered. She usually drinks rum and coke so I prepared her one and took it to her.

Kathy was incensed. “You stupid fat pig, can’t you do anything right? I am fed up with your incompetence. Nick, get your belt. I want you to beat her on her bare ass. I want her kneeling before me crying and begging my forgiveness. I want you to whip her fat ass good and then you and I are going to fuck while I enjoy her agony.”

I could not believe that Nick was going to do it. We had been married for 3 years and my own husband was going to whip me for her enjoyment! He was somehow under her spell because he got his belt, stripped me, and pushed me over the end of the picnic table. Kathy’s lounge chair was at the opposite end giving her an excellent view.

“OK Nick, start beating her. I want to hear her scream.”

And beat me he did. It felt like my ass was on fire. I tried not to scream, but I couldn’t help it, the pain was too great. Through tear filled eyes I could see Kathy with a smirk on her face watching me suffer while she sipped on her drink. I must have passed out, because the next thing I was aware of, my beating had stopped and I heard Nick’s voice. “Kathy you made me whip my wife for your pleasure, so you have to follow through on your part of the deal.”

“Do you see her kneeling before me, begging my forgiveness and kissing my feet? I don’t. Maybe next time if you beat her properly I’ll let you fuck me.”

It was like a light suddenly dawned on Nick. He realized how low he had sunk. “In my whole life I have never met a bitch like you. I am so sorry Mary. Let’s get out of here before she corrupts me completely.”

That was the story Mary told me over the phone. I was so shocked that I had a stroke. I was soon released from the hospital but my stroke caused me to lose my job. I could no longer do the complicated calculations necessary.

When I got home Kathy was all over me with hugs and kisses. “I am so sorry Billie. I know I can be a bit nasty at times and maybe a little unreasonable too but that is all behind us now. I am going to let you have sex with me without wearing a condom as many times as you want.

I know she has fooled me before but it’s hard to think straight when she is pushing her lush body into me and giving me French kisses.