Authors foreword: Teasers, Second Series by Vickie Tern Like the first set of Teasers, these are each dramatic monologues like those made famous by Robert Browning. Sort of. In as few words as possible each brings a character or the reader to a full realization of some difficult or hopeless situation or predicament, and then stops. Any reader's imagination can then carry on the plot or else move on to the next. So these may seem frustrating, like coitus interruptus, because there are no necessary climaxes or foregone conclusions. But that's part of the fun. If many of these situations seem extravagant or wicked, well, that's life, or anyhow what some kinky imaginations like to imagine is life.
If you're under 18, invent your own perversions, or else wait. ~ Vickie
I.
"Oh, you're so scrumptious! You're such a love! Here, let me give you a big kiss right now, you sweetie! I don't know if any husband could ever be more considerate, letting me spend all of last night over at Bill and Joanie's to relieve my...uh...stress because your mean old thing doesn't ever get hard any more. I know you didn't want me to go, and that you agreed only after I pleaded with you, and only out of love for me. I love you too, though not the same way exactly, not any longer, sweetheart. And here you are sitting up waiting for me. Well, let me tell you what happened."
"For one thing, I can tell you right now that Bill's cock hardly ever gets soft! He even managed to push it into my ass, after maybe three complete round trips into my pussy! What a shame I never let you stick yours into me there while you still could, a smaller prick would have been so much easier on me. It happened so quickly, too -- I was tangled in bedsheets from one of our previous fucks, who knows which, God was he horny! and I was exhausted, I couldn't move a muscle. I told him that, and he laughed, and then slathered stuff on himself and slipped into my rear end as easy as if he were sliding into my mouth. God, I felt full, so full I couldn't help but push myself back at him. Then he started pumping my ass and finger fucking my pussy both at once, and then there was no stopping either of us! It was a lot better than earlier with Joanie and that huge dildo she used to loosen me up!"
"But I want you to come with me tonight, so you can know too how good it feels to have a stiff cock pumping deep into your ass. Bill thought your mouth and throat might fit him too if you opened real wide, and I think it will. And you're certainly entitled to suck up any sloppy seconds you can manage, I think. You *are* my husband, after all, and it does seem unfair that Bill gets to do all of our holes when you don't get at any of them. So I don't care, I'm going to give Joanie back the rest of the pills she gave me to soften you up until you'd agree to let him fuck me. Then in a week or so when you can stiffen your cock again, we can all do each other. I bet we can even have that orgy I wanted last month when you didn't!"
II.
"You're right! I'm sewing you into this corset and brassiere because I'll want to know you're wearing them every moment you're out of my sight. Especially when you're at work. Then if you still want to take those cute little secretaries to those long lunches at the Starlight Motel, you'll have to explain to them how come you're dressed the way you are, and I'll have the satisfaction of knowing they think you're queer."
"They'll think you're queer anyhow, of course. That lipstick I put on you is permanent, hon. It won't wipe off before you get back to your office. And by then everyone will want to see it. You see, I phoned Darlene to be sure to compliment you for deciding finally to come out of the closet because your new boy friend wants everyone to know you wear lipstick when you suck his cock. I told her to be sure everyone at the office knows, so they can congratulate you too. I doubt many girls will be accepting luncheon invitations from you from now on. Of course you may hear from some of the boys, but that I won't mind at all!"
III.
"Yes, Tony, I'd love to go to the Harvest Moon Ball with you again. But this time I need to ask you something very special. A little favor? It's this. Would you mind terribly if I go as the guy this time? I mean, I really look great wearing my brother's tux, you know? I wore it a few times this summer while you were out of town, you know? And his sports jackets and other stuff too, trying out different things? You didn't know? We really need to talk. Anyhow, I'll want the girls to think I'm a pretty smooth guy when I first come on to them at the Ball. Don't worry hon, we're still going steady, I mean to try my luck only with the girls there, not with the other guys."
"But if I go as the guy, what that means is, you'll have to go as the girl. As my date, you see? Don't worry, it's no big deal, I'll fix you up just fine, no one'll hardly know, you'll look just great! And there'll be lots of guys there, so you're sure to have a pretty good time too. Who knows, maybe we'll both luck out, you never know! And something else. You're already my special fella, right? Well, you are! Would I ask anyone else to do this for me? But lover, maybe if you look really beautiful, when we get you dolled up in a really beautiful ball gown and makeup and all, maybe I'll be able to think you're my special girl too! You never know. Then you can have me both ways, you'll never need to share me with anyone. If you love me the way you say, Tony, you'll do this for me, and you won't give it another thought.
IV.
"Charlie, you been working on your forehand? Great game! Yeah, I saw in the showers, you're right about those scratch marks, all over your back and shoulders, can't miss 'em, they're gonna be a real bitch to explain to your wife! That secretary of yours is really something I guess, a kitten behind her desk and a tiger in bed. I'll be glad to help you out, Charlie, I really will. You want me to back you up, tell your wife you got scratched when you went through a glass partition while we were horsing around, that's what I'll do. You got it!"
"But it won't work, old buddy. Last week I had a great old time with that same tiger-kitten of a secretary myself. Jesus, talk about hot? She never quits, does she? I'd of warned you about her, but you're married, right, so how should I know you were gonna get it on with her? Anyhow, when your wife saw those same scratch marks on my back she wanted to know who the hell made them, and I told her straight out, hell, she isn't my wife. Well, she got so mad at me she threw me right out of your bed and all the way out of your house! So when she sees them on you, she's gonna know right off where you been, old buddy. You're really up the creek! But if you really want me to throw you through a glass partition, there's one right there, and I'm up for it. So it's your move!"
V.
"You're cute, Jeff. You really are! For months you keep telling me how glad I should be to see you, and I keep telling you to go away, that you're annoying me. But do you listen? You never listen. There you are, the world's greatest stud, you think, and I should feel grateful that you want to move in with me!"
"Well, stud, now you've got your wish. Here you are. I'll look in on you every day to see that your water bowl is filled and to hose down your cage. If you behave and you're properly respectful whenever I come down, and you're on your knees with your forehead on the floor and all, I'll put something in your food bowl too, and that's a promise. Then maybe in a month we can talk about what you can do for me, and for any guests I might want to bring down here to look at you. I'll want them to see for themselves how eager you are to please me. If you're eager to please them too, and they're satisfied, no complaints, maybe in six months or a year I'll let you back into the main house, so you can please us there, and maybe even get to sleep in a bed again somethimes. But that's up to you. I've got to go to work now, so think it over! I'll leave the light on this one time, so you can look around and get used to things."
VI.
"Oh, darling, no married couple can ever possibly be as happy as we're going to be. We'll be lovers and sisters and best friends all rolled into one, the very dearest of best friends. I'm so happy you're going to quit your dull old engineering work and take that job as my receptionist, because now youll be able to spend all your time thinking about how to look pretty for me, and you can wear lots of my clothes to work, and we can get rid of all your old things. We'll share every moment of our lives, all our dreams and desires, our most intimate secrets, everything! Even our girlfriends and boy friends, once your special therapy sessions finally persuade you that underneath, you're not my boyfriend but my bisexual girlfriend, just as I'm yours..
VII.
"We were in the same math class, and every morning she wore a different sweater and a tighter skirt, but there was that same dark wavy hair, and those same black eyes looking straight into me. God, she was just beautiful! When she sat down, I swear the seat kissed her ass. I sure wanted to. Then there were those tits, floating suspended in mid-air, held up by the curves of her body. I could never say anything in that class -- there was always a lump in my throat. And I couldn't volunteer to do problems on the board, either, because I always had a boner. And I'm a math major, I know that stuff cold!"
"Well, one day she got back a low grade on a quiz, and I saw my chance. I hung back until everyone else was gone, and then I got up enough nerve to ask her if she needed help. You know what she did? She glanced over at me, and then down at my crotch, and then back up at me, and she said, 'Sure. I've been watching you, sport! You want to help me, OK, but I pay you off in advance! So just take it out right now, that bulge in your pants, and lie down on the floor, right there. Quick, no hesitation! That's it. Now, you choose, do I sit on your cock or your face? Just say which, quick. This offer will expire in ten seconds!' Then she gathered up her books, and she looked down at me, and she smiled, and she just waited, and I tried desperately to clear my throat."
VIII.
"Yes, dear, I heard you, listened to it all, standing here naked and a little bit chilly I might add. But I really need a shower now, with all this cum drying on my skin. So you just listen, I'll be brief. Yes, you came home from that trip early and found your faithful wife in your very own bed with one guy in her cunt and another in her ass, and their money on the bureau. Yes, I'm a whore, I really am, a professional, and I love the work and I've been doing it for years, whenever you've gone out of town, and I've got no apologies. And yes, I understand how you got so worked up when you saw me wriggling those two guys deeper into me, you got so angry that you accidentally shot your load all over the bedroom door while you stood there watching us. I know how that is, I've had lots of tricks get off watching me fuck other guys. And I appreciate how now you feel you've been cheated, deceived, and you want to teach me a lesson, make me an example, by putting me out on the street to earn my keep while you keep all the money I earn!"
"Well, you need to know dear, what's on the bureau, that money, that's not my money at all. Not even our money. That's Syndicate money. I'm on annual contract, salary and fringes, medical plan, retirement benefits, stock options, the whole package, as long as I meet my quotas and maintain my hourly earnings. So in effect what you've just done is volunteered to pimp for me. Here's my cellular phone number, and my beeper number, you'll need them. I can handle two more Johns this afternoon, and you'll need to book me four more for tomorrow, so you better get out there right now and start hustling. Or else tomorrow I'm afraid I'll be looking for a new husband as well as a new pimp."
"You see, this place is wired, my boss heard everything you just said. How else do you think he knows I'm one of his best whores? He doesn't like hearing his girls intimidated, even by their own husbands. Here, he wants to talk to you now, Curt's his name, he's the regional director. He wants to motivate you to be one of the best pimps he's got, now that you know all about me and I can go full-time. So take the phone, and you'd better listen real good to what he tells you!"
IX.
"You sweety! Offering me your husband to keep me company while you're off on your business trip, because you know I'll miss you? What a darling! Of course he'd try to get into my pants whether or not you arranged it -- he always does try. But this time you'll be away for weeks! And sweetheart, I don't want him. I don't want anyone else, now that we've found each other. Just you, my precious angel, I want you!"
"So what I've done is this. I've already had your hubby picked up by a guy I know who'll take good care of him the whole time you're gone. He's probably already chained up and begun his training. It's pretty severe, but my guy is real good at what he'll do to your guy. It doesn't matter that your hubby isn't gay now, he will be after my guy finishes with him, trust me. Inside a week, two at the outside, your hubby is going to be afraid to go near any woman for the rest of his life. He'll be afraid to do anything with anyone except suck cock and get his ass humped. He won't have the balls, you'll see. He'll be useless to you from now on, believe you me. Unless you enjoy watching a man make love to another man, or to a dildo bigger even than the one you sometimes strap on to use on me? But once he's trained and busy with his new friends, by the time you get back, we'll have lots of time to cuddle up to each other, because there'll be no more worry he might find out about us. He'll never come between us again!
X.
"Bobbie, just look at your room! Panties and bras and blouses and makeup all over the floor, and yesterday's clean laundry still not put away! That's terrible! If you can't learn to be a proper girl and keep your things neat and tidy, I'm going to send you to school in your boy clothes again, and tell everybody that's what you really are. Then we'll see if all those guys you've been dating will want to have anything more to do with you!"
XI.
"Barbara, it was wonderful! Everyone who came fucked me! Even your own brother a few times, I think, and all those guys he brought with him, they all came in me at least once each, I don't know, I lost count. The bed was a soaked mess by midnight, and the last of just the invited guests climbed off me only about a half-hour ago. He said I'm so sloppy now, so stretched out wide open, that he couldn't feel a thing. Maybe so, I couldn't feel him either, that's for sure, and he had a big cock, believe me, a lot bigger than Jack's."
"So now what'll I do? All that cum is still oozing out of me, and who knows how much more is still in there? It's all over the sheets and towels, and it keeps coming! And I'll be walking down the aisle a few hours from now, and I don't want it to stain my wedding dress! I want to look perfect for Jack, that bastard, even though I am still mad at him for not inviting me to his bachelor party. Well, I guess I'm only a little bit mad, now that I've been the main attraction at my own party. Maybe now I should forgive him. Maybe even tease him a little about what I did last night while he was out with the boys. But only later. Only if it turns out he can't feel anything either once we've started our honeymoon."
XII.
"C'mon kid, suck on it! Watch your teeth, dammit! That's better, and gimme a big kiss too now and then, right there on the tip, where the pearly stuff comes out. Yeah, that's just great! If you can't take it down your throat, at least lick the underside up and down a few times. Like now. Yeah! And didn't I tell you to wear lipstick and a dress whenever you're fixing yourself up to give me a blow job? I wanna be able to imagine you're a girl when you wrap your lips around my cock, not some cocksucking faggot. 'Cause if you're a faggot when you cuck my cock, what does that make me?"
XIII.
"It was so beautiful, Dora! We spent the whole afternoon together, and we both feel the same way about so many things. He's such a gentleman, so very cultured. I'd forgotten how I enjoy his company, and how very affectionate he can be, and how satisfied a woman can feel after making love. It was all so easy, so natural! First we had that light lunch I promised him -- a salad, Boston lettuce, Romaine, a little Chicory, you know, but with my special very strong garlic dressing, and lots of herbs. Then we just talked. When he finally came up behind me in the kitchen and kissed me, he was so gentle, and his mouth felt so delicate on my neck that I just melted into him. My heart swelled up and I knew then that I was a lost woman, head over heels lost. I don't remember any of the rest clearly, how we got there, but my head was on his shoulder, and he swept me up, and then there we were in our bedroom and then our bed, naked and clinging to each other, and he was already deep inside me, and at that moment I felt so very complete!"
"His cock is so much bigger than George's, Dora, did you know that? I'd forgotten how big some men are, after all those years with George. And he maintains an erection for hours it seems, and he moved with such tender grace when he first slipped it in and out of me. Then when he settled in he just pounded me and pounded me, steady and hard, and I must have just kept cumming because I can't remember any time with him in me when I wasn't squealing and shrieking in pure bliss. I'm sure I fainted now and then! He himself came three times in me, and then began again without stopping, and finally before he left he managed one more time in my mouth! So now I've got plenty, and it'll all make a delicious fish sauce to serve George for his dinner tonight, our juices all blended, and flavored by the garlic and those different herbs. Oh yes, the flavor's all still there, I could taste it. Most of it's still inside me, I want to keep it warm for tonight's supper. I'm sure George'll think it's as delicious as I do. And George loves fish. In fact, I mean to serve George fish with that special sauce every Friday from now on, and much more often during Lent."
XIV.
"Up against the wall, Motherfucker!"
"Mom, not again! I can't get it up again so soon after the last time!"
XV.
My big sister came home unexpectedly and caught me trying on her clothes, and boy was she ever mad! She slammed her bedroom door shut and she said, "Not a word! I thought it was you, little brother, messing with my dresses and undies! Well, I've got good news for you! Since that's what you want to be, from now on you're my little sister, and like it or not you'll wear my bras and panties and so forth all the time from now on, and skirts and lipstick too on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, because those're days when Dad and Mom get home late, so those are my Miss Enterprise days. That's when my customers come to call, and I'll want them lined up in the living room while they wait for me to service them up here in the bedroom. You'll be my assistant, and I'll want you to look like a little princess down there, and welcome them, and while they're waiting I'll want you to suck their cocks so when I see them they're already on edge and I can finish them off faster and earn more money off them. But don't expect me to pay you, little sister! You'll suck strictly for tips. That's a joke! And also for me not to tell Mom and Dad that you're as queer as a three dollar bill, which you certainly will be inside a week, you can be sure of that. Or would you rather have me tell them right now?"
XVI.
"No, wait, that's a huge dog, Mrs. Jamison! Better to wait till that big bulge at the base of his cock goes down before you try to separate them. Otherwise for sure your husband's ass'll get torn up, and then you won't be able to mate the two of them again for maybe as long as a week. You just heard how painful it was for him when that knot swelled up to seal his asshole tight, just before the dog dumped that load of cum into his guts. You heard the way he screamed and then fainted dead away. And he's still out! Amazing!"
"You know, women usually buy these trained Great Danes from me for their own uses -- you're the first to get one as a present for her husband. It's not for me to say, but he didn't sound too happy about it, at first, the way he fought those ropes when the dog mounted him and began to poke into his buttocks. But I've got to admit, when things got going he really did seem to enjoy it, a little, to judge by all that moaning and shrieking before he passed out. A dog really is man's best friend, a very thoughtful gift, ma'am, the gift that keeps on giving. Well, I'll leave you three now. I still have that other dog to deliver to that lady down the block, the one you said had been boffing your husband for months now, and you only just found out? Yes, I see by the invoice that you're paying for that one too! I suppose I'll find her gagged and tied up in her bedroom with her bottom high up in the air, ready for action, same as your husband? Well, you'll see, she'll soon prefer her new dog to your husband. My animals can out-fuck any man, any day of the week!"
XVII.
"My dear, lovely hubby, we're going to have such a good time from now on! You'll never get me to believe you don't have a talent for this! It's so wonderful! Just look at you! I'll bet you're enjoying him as much as I'm enjoying watching you! No, just keep him in your mouth and keep slurping him, just let him slip gently in and out until he begins to harden up again. That's it, isn't he starting to get firm? I thought so! You're so good at this, who'd have suspected it! Just keep licking and sucking, and pay special attention to all those delicious pussy flavors I've leaked all over him for the last few hours, or I might begin to think you don't love me!"
"To think today I was sure I was going to leave you today! To think I even had my bags packed! It's so fortunate you came home early and found us together! I meant to be long gone by the time you usually come home, but not now, no way! Not with what you've agreed as a condition of my staying. You were so tearful, so pitiful, and persuasive, and you promised me everything I wanted, so I just didn't have the heart to walk out on you! That's right honey, pull on yourself to pace yourself, to sense what it's like for him and not let him get too excited too soon. But don't bring yourself off! Don't let yourself cum, not now, not ever! Don't even try to hump the air if you should feel yourself getting close! >From now on I want to keep you hard up and horny, eager to suck on any cock any time. I want sucking other men's cocks because that's the big thing in your life from now on. My, look how he's already getting so thick he hardly fits into your mouth -- earlier today when I tried to fit him into mine I couldn't, his cock head was like a tennis ball! Just stretch your lips as far as they'll go, and keep sliding up and down! Oh, I get so deliciously wet thinking about how he feels when I'm squeezing all that meat into me and he's pumping himself even deeper into me. You're really so very sweet, agreeing to look after my lovers' needs, no matter what, just so I won't leave you. Of course I'll stay, now."
"But do you have any idea how busy you'll be? No matter I suppose. >From now on I'll try to think of you as my sweet little extra added attraction, whenever I meet a new man and want to try him out. At least three of your golfing buddies are going to be surprised to see you getting them primed to fuck me one more time. You didn't know? Well, don't look so sad -- they'll really appreciate you in a new way once you've wrapped your mouth around them. In fact, as a regular thing, when I'm too sore to keep going I think I'll leave you alone with whoever's up here, so you can get to know each other in your own ways, and do whatever men do with each other. You'll love that too I'm sure! Especially once you're all stretched out for fisting -- men sometimes ask me if I'll let them, and I have to tell them no, but now they can fist you! No fear, dear, you'll soon have your fill of cocks coming and going at both ends!"
XVIII.
"No, of course she's not yours for keeps, silly, just for the weekend, while Marcia and I are getting it on together in the country and you're stuck here in the city taking care of business, and deciding if you really do want for us to keep seeing each other. She's only supposed to keep you company till I get back Monday morning. I asked her to keep you busy and out of mischief. She'll do whatever you ask her to do of course -- blow jobs, assfucking, she'll even french kiss your asshole -- has anyone ever done that for you? Well then, you have a real treat coming! Last Spring she was just like you, as passionate a lover as any I've ever had, but she did grow tiresome, and when I told her it was over she just came apart! Tears? She pleaded she'd do anything I asked if only I'd let her stay. Well, I still have Marty and Tim hanging around on call for whenever I really feel I need a cock, you remember them, I couldn't get rid of them either at first? They're both a lot better hung than she was. So I had no use for yet another man. But she did insist she'd do anything! So I had her altered, and then I sent her to Judy Laverne's for training in all the techniques a girl needs for high-level whoring. And that's what she's been doing for me ever since, especially when I have to leave town for a few days, like now, and there's someone special I want to keep happy, like you."
"So you be sure to keep her busy, and don't worry, she'll do whatever you like, no matter how weird or nasty. No, seriously, I mean it! Anything at all -- you really have no idea how thoroughly Judy trains her girls! Just remember to keep your hands out of the front of her panties is all, and don't let her put her own hands there either. Her cock is still mine, no matter what she may try to tell you, and I never let it cum or go anywhere! Understood? So she'll stick to business, pleasing you! Then when I get back on Monday I'll ask you how far you're willing to go yourself to stay with me, now that our little affair's cooling down. Are you willing to go get yourself a tuck here and a snip there, and then spend some time at Judy's place? I don't need another Marty or Tim, remember!"
XIX.
It never occurred to you that I'm a lesbian? You thought I was doing all those things to you because I like feminized men? Even after I got you all dolled up and made up and and perfumed, and spent night after night fucking you with all those dildos, and taught you how to suck and lick me into ecstasy top and bottom, and bought you every stitch of clothes you have on or in your closet, you thought it was because I loved you in some weird way? Even when I got you shot full of all those hormones? Well, I have a confession to make, Donna my love. I really and truly am a lesbian, and you'll never be the kind of woman I like, with your oversized clit and no pussy at all. No, I've been fixing you to be the consolation prize I offer my partners when I'm no longer interested in them, for whatever use they want to make of you. That built-in dildo of yours will make a perfect toy for them to play with now that the testicles that used hang below it no longer ruin the view.
XX.
No, dear, just sleep. Sleep, you lovely man. When you wake up, you'll find you're a very different person. So for now, just sleep, and let the drugs, and the hypnotic suggestions, and all the conditioning do their work for you. Sleep.
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