The Breaking of Michelle - Part 2

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The Breaking of Michelle - Part 2

Unread post by txbull4wife » Thu Aug 16, 2007 1:40 pm

The morning after my encounter at Michelle's home, I called to check on the aftermath. I had no real idea of what to expect - I thought about finding my pretty wife tied face down to the bed with my own neckties, left fucked senseless, dripping with cum, and marked by her lover. It was inconceivable, other than surely her husband Jeff must have been filled with anger, shocked and humiliated when he found Michelle in the condition I'd left her in.

When Michelle answered the phone I detected nothing unusual or hesitant in her cheerful answer; "Oh I'm so happy you called me... I almost couldn't wait!" Pleased, I quizzed her about the events of the prior afternoon.

"Jeff went completely nuts! He started crying like a baby when he found me in the bedroom... At first I couldn't get him to untie me - he was sobbing little a little girl and asking, demanding "Who is he! Tell me! How could you let him do this to you?" I told him my lover did it and I loved it, all of it!" Jeff just untied me and left the room."

I asked "How is he now?" Michelle's response wasn't surprising; "I don't really know - by the time I cleaned up a bit and dressed he was gone! He left a note that he was staying with a friend until he got his head together."

Half joking, I told her "That may take a little while."

Michelle asked "When will I see you again? I need you baby, I need you bad! We are gonna make our own porno tape, remember?"

I did remember, and it was something I'd been thinking about constantly since we first came up with that idea.

"Let's plan on Friday night - I need some time to get things all set up. I want to do this right after all..."

Michelle told me "Well, OK. That's so long to wait but if I have to... will you call me between now and then?"

It was only going to be a couple of days, "Yes, I'll call you. Remember Jeff's not to touch you."

Without hesitation, Michelle replied, "How could I ever let that work touch me again? I'm all yours!"

That brought a smile to my face as we ended the call by confirming the day and time.

When Friday came around, I checked into the local Marriott resort hotel mid-afternoon. I was planning on a long weekend with Michelle. It was somehow exciting to think that I was taking her for my own, spending a weekend with a married woman.

I'd discreetly carried in a compact tripod, and digital video camera and some A/V cabling, power-strip and an extension cord. In another bag, I had my personal items along with a small collection of toys. I planned to watch Michelle use them on herself, along with my own idea of how I'd use them.

Simplicity for the first try at making a video seemed the best idea. I opened the drapes wide to let in the daylight. Rather than the bedroom, I set the tripod up near the television cabinet, in front of the sofa.

I decided to move the coffee table, thinking it would only interfere with the view. Once I'd arranged things to my liking I mounted the video camera on the tripod. I used the A/V cables to connect it to the thoughtfully provided video inputs on the front panel of the TV, then fooled around with everything until I got a picture of the sofa area on the TV.

Taking a seat on the sofa, I used the video camera's remote to zoom in and out and see what adjustments I needed to make to the camera position. It took a few more minutes of tweaking everything, but I was finally satisfied that I could get what I wanted on tape. I was getting hard while thinking about all the plans I had for Michelle.

I fetched the collection of toys and a bottle of IDGlide lube from my bag and put them on the end table. Now everything was ready. All I had to do was wait for Michelle.

Just as I was beginning to grow impatient with her, there was a knock on the suite's door. Glancing through the peephole, I was pleased to see Michelle standing there, beautiful, carrying an overnight bag along with a garment bag.

I let Michelle in with a hug and kiss, taking her bags. I carried the overnight bag into the bathroom, and hung the garment bag in the bedroom closet. Stepping back into the suite's living area, Michelle was standing near the end table, examining the largest dildo I'd brought along, licking her lips. Her sideways glance was so seductive, Michelle's head tilted down slightly, her eyes three-quarters open with a naughty but natural smile on her face. My cock was getting stiff looking at her.

Michelle had chosen to wear a dark pleated skirt that stopped just about mid-thigh; short but not too short. Her blouse was iridescent silk, and could see the hint of a camisole underneath. Michelle has beautiful, sexy legs, smooth, long and tanned. She'd left them bare for me, wearing a pair of sexy mid-heel sandals her manicured toenails tipped in deep red polish to match her nails. Michelle was mouthwatering, sexy in a very classy way, seductive and yet somehow demure.

"Are you ready to become a star fuck-puppet?" Just saying my pet name for Michelle drove my thoughts into dark, lust-filled corners of my mind.

Michelle softly responded, "I've never done anything like this before. Will you be patient with me?"

"I'll be as patient as necessary my sweet little fuck-puppet. Will you be my naughty girl? Will you do anything I want?"

She gave me that little sideways glance again, "I am your naughty, naughty girl sir. I'll do absolutely anything you'd like."

I thought my cock was going to tear through my jeans at that point. Michelle was still holding that big dildo, absentmindedly stroking it with the fingers of one hand.

"Sit in front of the camera fuck-puppet. Now look at the TV screen, and smile pretty for me."

Michelle laid the big dildo on the end table, took a seat on the edge of the sofa, crossing her legs at the ankles and looked into the TV screen at her on-camera image. I stood off camera with the remote, adjusting the zoom to frame her in the lens, then pressed the "record" button, "You're on camera you naughty little fuck puppet. Tell me your name..."

"Michelle..."

Cutting her off, "No! Again, tell me your name!"

"Ummmm, Fuck-puppet?"

"Better. Now tell me why you're here."

"I am making a porno tape for my owner. I want my husband to see him, to see how good he uses me."

She was doing an admirable job, given this impromptu, unscripted and unrehearsed performance. "Close fuck-puppet... again, why are you here? Get it right this time!"

"Ummmm, Fuck-puppet is here because I want to have your big hard cock. I want to lick it and kiss it. I want it inside me..."

From time to time I looked at the TV monitor to make sure Michelle was in frame, and in focus. "Very good! What will you do for me fuck-puppet? How will you earn the reward of my cock in your hot little mouth?"

Michelle looked lost, as if she was stuck on how to proceed. I paused the camera, "Pretend you are in front of an audience. Imagine dozens of men there, fixated on every move you make, every word you say. Think about them stroking their big hard cocks while they watch you Michelle. Think how hot that would make you, having control over all those men, hungry, horny who want to see how nasty you can be."

Michelle blushed. I could see it in her face, I could see her jugular veins pulse with each beat of her heart. I knew that I was getting to her.

"Think about how angry you were with Jeff fucking such a close friend. Think about how angry you'd like to make him feel, how jealous. Oh, my pretty, pretty fuck-puppet if you were my wife I would be insane, stark raving mad at even the merest thought of another man touching you. Isn't that how you want him to feel?"

Michelle was looking directly into the camera, her ankles remained crossed but her knees opened a bit. "I would tease you sir. I would go slow, and I would show you things."

As Michelle spoke I restarted the camera.

"I would show you things only my husband should see. I would show you that I am such a dirty, nasty girl..."

I wanted to rub my cock through my jeans, but held back, "Good fuck-puppet. That's my girl. Tell me what you would show me. What could you show me that would earn the reward of my cock?"

"I would touch it for you sir. I would show you all the private things, the things Jeff always begged me to see."

I thought that I could smell her sex, her musky, carnal scent in the air. "Then show me Michelle. Show me those private things, let him see you showing it for another man."

Michelle leaned back a bit on the sofa, and I adjusted the camera zoom to keep her in frame.

"Would you like to see my panties sir? I think they are wet, I think I've made a mess in my panties sir. Do you want to see?"

"Yes fuck-puppet. Show me your pretty little panties. Do it!"

Michelle uncrossed her legs, spreading her legs wide apart. I wished I'd left the coffee table in front of the sofa for her to prop her feet upon.

"Sir, would you like to raise my skirt and see?"

"No Michelle. You do it for me. Show me your panties and be quick about it."

I wanted to lift her skirt, but I also wanted to see just how hard and far I could push her. My cock was throbbing so hard it felt as though all the blood in my body was down there, making me feel light-headed.

Michelle slowly raised her skirt, pulling it up her thighs with both hands, her fingers at the hem, until it was at her waist. She wore white bikini panties, opaque, even so I could see the crotch of her little panties were soaked through, dark with her musky juice.

"Oh my dirty sweet little fuck-puppet. You look like you've wet yourself! What a bad girl you are, all sticky sweet and soaking your undies from your hot little honey-pot."

Michelle was squirming about on the sofa. "Sir, would you like to see my titties? I'm so hot underneath this blouse. Would you like to help me take it off?"

"No Michelle. I don't do the work. You do. Now show me what's underneath your blouse before I have to punish you for being such a tease."

"Yes, sir."

Michelle lifted her hands from her waist and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

"Fuck-puppet, didn't I just tell you to be quick? Any more dawdling and you'll have to be punished!"

"Yes, sir! I promise to do better. I am just so distracted!"

The remainder of the buttons came undone, and Michelle stopped at the waistband of her skirt. She was wearing a lacy camisole underneath her blouse, and her nipples jutted out through the silken material like nails through a fence board.

"That's better fuck-puppet. Talk to Jeff in the camera. Tell him how much you want me. Tell him what you want from me."

"Jeffrey... dear. Sir is going to take me. He is going to have me in my mouth, and in my pussy, and in my bottom. I am going to touch his big hard cock with my hands. I am going to show him inside me. I am going to show him how it feels good. I am his now, you see. Don't you wish you weren't such a weak, stupid little worm? Now Sir is going to have me all to himself, always!"

My cock got so hard I felt dizzy, unbalanced, I heard the my pulse pounding in my own hears like regular drum beats as I listened to her submissive monologue.

I got my wits for a moment, and zoomed the camera out some, "Stand up fuck-puppet, and take off your skirt and panties."

Michelle rose from the sofa, and did as I'd instructed. She stood naked from the waist down, like a goddess, her camisole the only barrier between her and the camera. I walked on camera, and embraced her. I took Michelle by the back of her head, feeling her long hair flowing through my fingers, and kissed her deeply, as lovers kiss.

As we kissed my heart was pounding. I felt her against me, breathing hard, fast. Her skin was almost hot to the touch. Michelle ground her self against me, straddling my right leg, like a bitch in heat. Her breath was sweet and the scent of her musk goad me like a wild animal. I let one hand roam down, and grabbed her firm ass cheek, gripping it, pulling her into me - effect for the camera, or for my own lust, I didn't know then and I didn't care.

I felt Michelle almost going limp in my embrace, and pulled back from her, off camera, watching her slump to the sofa.

"Did I give you permission to sit fuck-puppet?" I snapped at her as hard as I could make myself, "Stand up. You'll do as you're told, you'll do as I give you permission or you'll be sorry!"

She jumped to attention. Michelle looked a little confused, but none the less got off the sofa, looking quizzically into the camera.

"Sir, I'm so sorry! I'll try to listen and obey. Please don't punish me!"

"Fuck-puppet, I'm getting tired of warning you. You don't want poor Jeffie to see you punished, now do you? Now take off your camisole, and show us your pretty little titties fuck-puppet!"

It felt good to call her husband "Jeffie", emasculating him, turning him into a weak, powerless little boy.

Michelle crossed her arms, grasping the hem of the camisole, and lifted it over her head in a smooth, almost automatic motion.

Fully naked save for her sandals, Michelle stood in front of me and my camera there in the warm afternoon sunlight streaming in from the window. My mouth watered looking at her gorgeous naked body. I was going to have her every, and any way I wanted, for the whole weekend.

"Now sit back on the sofa and spread your legs for me, fuck-puppet. Show me those secret, private things before I run out of patience."

Michelle sunk back into the sofa, her legs wide apart. Her fingers went to her nipples, lightly brushing over them, pinching and pulling on them as she looked directly into the camera. I adjusted the camera zoom to best frame her and watched.

I let the camera run for a while, capturing Michelle as she tentatively explored her body; beginning with her breasts, her flat tummy, and her pink wet treasure.

"Do you let Jeffie watch you, watch you touch yourself fuck-puppet?"

"No sir, never! I'm too embarrassed, too shy for that!"

"You don't seem shy to me fuck-puppet. Show me how you touch yourself. Show me how you do it, how you make yourself cum! Do you like it, sweet little fuck-puppet? Do you like making yourself cum?"

"Oh God, mmmm! Oh sir, yes I like it. I make myself cum every day. I do it in the shower, I do it on the toilet even! I do it whenever I'm alone, I make myself cum!"

Her fingers probed, tugged and rubbed her wet pink hole. Michelle's eyes were half closed, her head tilting back on the sofa as she busied herself fingering her twat.

"Sit up fuck-puppet. Open your eyes and look at me while you show me how you do it!"

"Mmmm sir, oh sir sorry, mmmm."

"Does it feel good fuck-puppet? Do you think Jeffie is getting hard, watching my little fuck-puppet diddle her pussy?"

Michelle wriggled her bottom on the sofa cushion, trying to look at me while she frigged her sopping pussy. I adjusted the camera a little, and looked back at her.

"Put your fingers in fuck-puppet. Put them in deep."

"Fuck your tight little pussy for me. Make it wet, make it ready for my big cock!"

She struggled to maintain concentration and eye contact, occasionally glancing down at her fingers working away at her crotch. A dark, wet stain was materializing on the burgundy sofa cushion. Michelle was wet, flowing.

I took the little pocket-rocket vibrator from the end table. Turning it on, it buzzed like a hornet. I handed the buzzing toy to Michelle, "Use this. Fuck-puppet, I want you to make yourself cum for me. Let Jeffie see it, how you make yourself cum for me!"

She nearly dropped the humming, vibrating little gizmo as I handed it to her. I checked the TV monitor to make sure Michelle was in frame, saying "Do it fuck-puppet. Buzz that sweet nasty little clitty. Do it!"

Michelle used the fingers of one hand to pull back the hood of her clitoris, exposing a little pink bud. I looked at the monitor, wishing there was a way to zoom in on her most precious treasure, knowing this was as good as it would get.

When Michelle touched the head of the pocket-rocket to her clit, her body jolted from the sofa like she'd been struck by lightning. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and Michelle settled back down, forcing her bottom against the cushion.

"Do it fuck-puppet. We're watching. Do it for us, do it for me... show me how hard you can cum."

Michelle kept herself spread with the fingers of one hand, and with the other tapped, touched, rubbed and stroked her clitoral area with the pocket-rocket. I thought I was going to blow a load right there in my jeans just watching her.

"Open your eyes fuck-puppet. Look at the camera while you do it for me. You don't want to disappoint poor little Jeffie, do you? Let him see what you'll do for me, but not for him. Do it fuck-puppet!"

"Ohhhhh, ohhhh God..., mmmm, ohhhh God oh my God oh God oh God", Michelle started convulsing and screaming as the stimulation from the powerful little vibrator sent her over the edge. Before she reached the end of her orgasm, the camera beeped, having run out of tape.

"Stop fuck-puppet. Be quiet, and turn off the vibrator."

"But Sir, I want to show you. I want to show you everything!"

"Fuck-puppet, my dirty sweet little fuck-puppet... you are going to show me. You're going to show me everything... but first I have to change the tape."

I ejected the full DV cartridge from the camera, silently hoping I'd brought enough to capture every perverse, demented thing I'd planned for my nasty hot fuck-puppet over the next thirty-six hours.

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Re: The Breaking of Michelle - Part 2

Unread post by gmw » Sun Aug 19, 2007 6:04 am

wow i can't get enough of this!!! excellent work!!

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