The Plan
Part 1 The set up
The crunch of gravel on the tyres lent a stately presence to Drews van as he swung into the drive. He scanned the façade of the house appreciating a classically designed country home set neatly on the fringes of suburbia. A statement rather than a home, Drew decided as he rang the bell, and he wouldn’t forget the way here.
A strikingly attractive and elegantly slim woman in her thirties answered with what began as a restrained smile but declined into a disguised sneer of distaste. Her fair to blonde hair didn’t originate from a bottle and her sleek dress wasn’t bought in a sale. Here stood a woman who was sure of herself and her place in life, Drew thought. Confident, probably always in control of herself and those around her and definitely a graduate of social politics.
“Mrs Waller?” Drew asked politely,
“I take it you’ve come to repair the toilet.” She replied, sweeping her eye over his scruffy jeans and tatty t-shirt, at least making an effort to disguise her distaste. Drew made a mental tick deciding her clipped and educated voice fitted his judgement,
“Yes that’s right.” Drew smiled and picked up his toolbox. She stepped inside leaving him to close the door behind him,
“Would you mind taking your shoes off?” She said rather than asked. Drew allowed himself a subtle smile at her fling with manners. Ordinarily he would have reacted to someone that dismissed his cover as containing nothing of any substance in the pages beneath, but this wasn’t ordinary,
“Of course Mrs Waller.” He slipped off his once white trainers and set them on the doormat, “Where to?”
She led him through and expensively designed and blatantly pretentious reception hall up a sweeping wide staircase trimmed with an exquisitely constructed balustrade which opened grandly onto a landing of oak panelled walls and elegant doors. She pointed to one of them and said,
“In there.”
Drew stepped in half expecting the expensive Italian style yet still stunned by its impact. He put impressions aside set to work. Mrs Waller saw no reason to offer him anything and left him to it. Within half an hour Drew made his way downstairs,
“Mrs Waller?” He called out as he clomped down the staircase. A sudden clatter of sensible shoes broke the silence and she appeared into the hallway wearing an expression of surprise though it veiled a streak of anger,
“Yes?”
“All done Mrs Waller.” Drew smiled and clipped his toolbox shut for effect,
“I was informed that the work would take all day and I have paid for it in advance. I shall expect a refund and pay only for the time spent.” She glanced at her watch, “Thirty minutes.” She said with finality.
“Ah yes.” Drew said, “But the work will take the whole day.”
“I distinctly heard you say the work was, ‘all done’.”
“Brass bomber.” Drew said with incongruous calm. He coolly watched her fall into a trance and set his box down, “The toilet is fixed Mrs Waller but you are not. You haven’t been nice, polite nor the least bit friendly since I arrived. You’ve been a bad girl.”
“I’ve been a bad girl.” She said calmly,
“That’s right Mrs Waller but that’s going to change. When you wake from this trance you will instantly undergo some changes. First of all you will forget that I have finished fixing the toilet. Then you will feel a powerful and overwhelming urge to suck my cock and to swallow my cum. This urge will be so great that you will do anything, and I mean anything I say to be allowed to do it. This urge will go once you’ve swallowed my cum but reappear whenever you hear me snap my fingers. You will never tell anyone about it or even about me. Do you understand Mrs Waller?”
“I understand.” She replied. She remained expressionless, her voice an even drone as Drew reopened his toolbox,
“Minesweeper.” Said Drew. She woke shaking her head and appearing confused,
“What did you say…I didn’t quite catch?”
“I said I need to close off the stopcock. Where is it?” Immediately distracted, she looked at Drews crotch and fought to tear her gaze away,
“It’s in here….erm, follow me.” She led him through to the kitchen and pointed to the sink, “Under there…..I err…I mean…”
“Yes?” Drew knelt down and opened the cupboard door, shaping his position to give her full view of his bulge, “Was there something else Mrs Waller?”
“Well err….,” Her face flushed and the first hue of red was a welcome sign to Drew, “I wondered if….well I mean could I…..you see I find you quite attractive Mr?”
“”Long.” Drew said trying to appear surprised, “Nice of you to say so.” He stretched his head under the sink and made as if reaching for the stopcock. He was enjoying her struggle,
“Oh yes.” She said nervously, “Anyway I’d like to do something for you…to you.”
“Oh really, what’s that?” Drew looked from under the sink where her ever reddening cheeks were just visible,
“Could I suck your erm…..your thing?”
“My thing Mrs Waller, what do you mean?”
“Your cock.” She looked around desperately for somewhere to contain her gaze but knew she would have to look at him sooner or later and finally forced her eyes to meet his. Drew stood up and faced her,
“I can’t let a clothed woman do that Mrs Waller. Maybe if you stripped off I might consider it.”
“I certainly will not undress for you!” she snapped, “Come now. I know full well how much you men like that sort of thing and I’m offering to do it for you no strings attached.” The words flowed as she behaved naturally and her stance of defiance was certainly natural to her. The only sign that her confidence had cracked was the fire in her cheeks,
“No problem Mrs Waller, I quite understand. Let’s forget all about it shall we?” Drew began to walk away but was quickly held by her plea,
“Oh no don’t go……OK how about if I leave my underwear on?” She offered. Drew laughed under the skin,
“Let me have a look and I’ll see if that will do.” He said generously,
“Do!” she blurted, “I keep my body in excellent condition and I certainly don’t need your approval.”
“Fine.” Drew smiled, “Forget it then.”
“No wait. Ok I’ll undress to my underwear and then you can decide if you approve. Though I don’t know how you have the gall to think you can pass judgement on me.” She moaned as she stripped off her dress and let it fall to the floor.
Drew was truly impressed. Her body looked good in virginal white panties and bra,
“Not bad Mrs Waller but I need to see more.” She sighed and knew it would be useless to argue. She accepted she would have to be naked to get what she wanted…needed, she reminded herself, she actually needed it. She took of her bra and panties without hesitation and stood naked before him,
“There.” She said softly, perhaps even seductively, “Like what you see?” She regretted the question the moment it came out,
“Reasonable Mrs Waller. What’s your first name by the way?”
“Jenny. Look for heavens sake! I’m offering to suck your cock. Surely you must like having a woman do that to you?”
“Jenny your tits are fucking big I’ll say that; bigger than they look behind that dress. Come a bit closer so I can feel them.”
“Don’t make me do this.” She said softly, hoping a kinder approach would help her cause,
“I’m not making you do anything. First you say you want to suck my cock and you assume I’m going to jump at it. I don’t think you’re anything special so I reckon a grope of your tits might just arouse me enough. Listen darlin’ I’ve had my dick in better mouths than yours so if you don’t get those tits over here then you can go suck your husbands dick instead.”
Jenny knew she couldn’t say no and edged up close to him. As his hands boldly took her breasts their eyes met and she flushed. She had no idea where the need to suck his cock came from and tried to make some sense of it. She’d never liked doing that for men and had only done it for her husband twice and even then just for a few seconds. Yet the urge to suck this scruffy man’s cock was so strong she was prepared to undergo this humiliation to get it. She knew that she’d behaved cold and unkindly towards him and reasoned that her need grew from an inner guilt she had about being so unkind to him. Not that she actually felt that guilt but it must have been there, she reasoned. Once she’d done it then at least it would be over.
Drew groped her, gently cupping her delicate globes at first and then mauling roughly, taking her nipples and jiggling her near perfect breasts in crude side to side swings. She was blushing enough but when his hand slid down her front he could almost feel the heat from her cheeks,
“Ok Jenny. Spread you legs a little and once I’ve had a nice feel of your pussy I’ll let you suck my cock.” She didn’t protest, though the thought had to be restrained. She was so close now that he’d agreed that she would just have to suffer the indignity. When his hand reached its target she closed her eyes with shame. How could she be so wet? Her body had betrayed her and almost welcomed his probing finger. She let out the tiniest mew of pleasure but refused to let her outward expression agree,
“Your cunt is very wet Jenny.” Drew observed, “I didn’t know you were such a horny lady.”
“I…I’m not.” She stammered, “Look just let me do it now…please.” She added,
“Ok then Jenny. I’m not sure I like the idea of having to put my cock in your mouth but since you’re enjoying this so much, it’s the least I can do.”
Humiliation shot through her like a bullet. She was still astounded that he didn’t want her to do it and felt utterly ridiculous kneeling in front of him and reaching for his zipper. The eagerness with which she sought his manhood was uncontrollable but the partial relief she felt as she finally slid her lips over him clouded her shame and embarrassment. His cock was thick and hard, pulsing in her mouth and she craved its seed. She began to work with her tongue over the sensitive zone, desperate to arouse him further. She pushed him deep into her throat, up and down, slurping on his head after each stroke. She gave a glance to gauge his reaction,
“Please get this over with Mrs Waller.” Drew said, “I can’t pretend to enjoy this much more.”
Jenny almost cried to hear him say it. Here she was kneeling in front of a scruffy workman in her kitchen, eagerly sucking his cock and he wanted to get it over with. What was she doing wrong, she thought hopelessly? Although she hadn’t done this to a man more than four times in her life, neither of the other two had complained before. She tried to salvage some pride and dignity by sucking harder and pushing him in a little deeper. After a few minutes she sensed him tighten and knew the seed she hungered for was about to come. His thick cock throbbed and shot his cum into her mouth. Relief swamped her as she swallowed every drop. Cum slipping down her gullet, she watched Drew zip away his cock and suddenly she felt disgusted,
“Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that.” She quickly stood up and searched for her clothes, restraining the urge to vomit, “What possessed me to want to do that to someone like you is beyond me.” She began putting on her underwear, mouth screwed open in disgust.
“You were keen enough a moment ago.” Drew pointed out, shrouding his grin, “At least I had the decency to go through with it for you.”
“For me!” She shouted, “I’ve just put your horrible penis in my mouth and you climaxed so don’t pretend it was all bad.” Jenny began buttoning up her dress, “I’ve know idea why allowed myself to even look at you let alone do that.” She put on her shoes and strode out of the kitchen, “I want you out of my house Mr Long. I trust you will keep this episode between us.”
“Ok.” Drew picked up his toolbox, “What about the work?”
“I shall get someone else to do it. You’ve already been paid so let’s leave it at that. You can see yourself out. Goodbye Mr Long.” As Drew stepped out of the kitchen, she rushed to the sink and poured herself some water. The taste of his horrible sperm sullied her mouth and she drank and drank until the taste diluted,
“I left my wrench upstairs.” Drew said from the doorway, “I’ll just run up and get it. Then I’ll be on my way.”
“See that you do Mr Long.” She said curtly, “I’m going to have a shower.”
She wanted him to be absolutely sure of her displeasure and marched past him up the stairs. As she opened the bathroom door and Drew opened the toilet door across the landing she heard a snap and stopped in her tracks. To her amazement the urge returned with a vengeance. She shook her head slowly and deliberately, making a big mental effort to rid herself of this need but try as she might, she couldn’t release the hunger. Jenny desperately wanted to suck him again and stood at the door watching him bend over to pick up his wrench,
“Err Mr Long. Perhaps I was a trifle hasty in what I said. It would be sensible if you did finish the work.”
“No problem.” Drew responded and crouched down pretending to adjust the pipes and work steadily, “I hope you can bear my presence a little longer. In return I’ll do my best to bear yours.”
“Yes.” She said, and looked to the floor for a way to repair the damage. Now that she knew what to expect, she knew there was no chance of her dispelling this need until it was done. Shame resurfaced but this time she knew that she would have to live with it. It had been hard enough to convince him to let her suck him just moments ago but she had no doubt it would be tougher still this time. If she managed to succeed a second time she vowed not to show her disgust if she felt the same afterwards. But she had to succeed and would do whatever was in her power to achieve it. She took a deep breath,
“Mr Long, please forgive my terrible manners. It’s obvious that you’re not terribly attracted to me though most men find me very appealing. However I must confess that whilst I don’t find you attractive in the traditional sense I do possess a certain desire to do what I did a moment ago. Was it really that terrible to have me suck your cock?”
“Don’t get me wrong Mrs Waller.” Drew carried on working, “You’re pretty and have a nice body but you’re not the type of woman that does it for me.” Drew allowed himself a big grin as he progressed her torture, “Yeah it was bearable having you suck my cock and for the sake of harmony I let you do it but it didn’t shake my cage like some women do.”
“I see.” She replied with some disappointment, “What type of woman does err, shake your cage?”
“For a start she will do what I say and be happy about it. I mean you’re the bossy type and wouldn’t make any effort to do as you are told.”
“But Mr Long, I have a high powered job in the city of London. I’m responsible for a very large budget and almost one hundred staff.” Jenny responded and hoped to appeal to his good nature.”
“How do you get on with your staff?” Drew enquired,
“To be truthful none of them like me very much because I expect a lot from them. But I get results Mr Long.” She added proudly, “What you see around you is part of the reward.”
“Yes but at what cost? I mean, how do your staff suffer because of it? Take your secretary for example. What’s it like for her?”
“Tina is young and she has to work hard but that is her job. I expect the best and get it.”
“Well there you go then.” Drew said, “You’re clearly not the woman for me are you?”
“Please Mr Long, perhaps I can be….for you.” Her eyes beseeched him and Drew shook his head doubtfully,
“Are you seriously saying you can behave the way I would expect you to behave?”
“I’m willing to try.” She stared hopefully,
“But why? You’re married aren’t you?”
“Yes I am, look.” She paused and pondered for a moment, “I very much want to suck you again and will do my best to do what you say and behave as you suggest if you’ll let me.”
“I seriously doubt you have it in you Mrs Waller but I’ll let you try.”
“Oh thank you so much Mr Long.” She gushed gratefully,
“Sir.” Drew pointed out, “My bitch should refer to me as ‘Sir’.” She looked as shocked as she felt but wasn’t going to risk a refusal,
“Yes Sir.” She said with a struggle.
“My name for you will be ‘bitch’. Still think you can do it?” Drew stood hands on hips and faced her,
“Yes Sir I do.” She answered though wasn’t confident that she could.
“Ok bitch, let’s see if you measure up. Go and take a shower. While you’re there I want you to shave every bit of hair off your cunt. Go to your bedroom when you’re finished. Your clothes will be ready for you.” Drew turned and strode along the landing as Jenny stood aghast at what he’d told her to do. While she closed the bathroom door, feeling completely humiliated, Drew opened a few doors until he found her bedroom.
It was as palatial as he’d expected and Drew wasn’t surprised to find a walk in wardrobe bigger than most bedrooms. One side was her husbands clothes, the other side all hers. He began sorting through until he found her only skirt that was genuinely short. It was simple black cotton but it would do. He then searched through her handful of t-shirts and found one in stylish yellow that would be tight fitting. He took the clothes and flung them on the bed. As he walked passed the bathroom he smiled as the shower hissed. The thought of her shaving her pussy thrilled him and his cock began to harden.
Drew went downstairs, put on his trainers and went out to his van. Opening the back he took out two big bags containing his dirty laundry and the dog collar and leash he’d bought that morning. Back inside he left the bags by the door and took the collar and leash with him to the living area. Drew put his feet up on the luxurious sofa, reached for the remote control and began flipping through the channels. Ten minutes later, Jenny appeared, dressed self consciously in the clothes he’d set out for her,
“So far so good bitch.” Drew said, “Come and stand here.” He pointed to a spot on the floor right beside him. She did as he said, fighting the urge to tell him what she thought of him. She had to suck his cock,
“Yes Sir.” She said,
“Lift up your skirt bitch and let me see if you’ve shaved that cunt properly.” Jenny lifted her skirt the few inches necessary to reveal her shaven sex, “Spread your pussy so I can see you haven’t missed any.”
“This is so humiliating Sir.” Jenny pleaded, but did as she was told. Legs slightly astride she spread her sex, letting him look closely at her,
“You’re wet again. I’m beginning to doubt you’re what you say you are. Anyway, you’ve shaved it nice and smooth.” Drew ran his fingers over her sex, “Now kneel down and let me put this collar on you.” Jenny knelt and Drew strapped it on, “Good. In the hallway you’ll find two bags with my washing in. Get started on it and come back here when the first load is in the machine.”
Jenny hurried off and Drew settled back to watch the TV. He glanced up occasionally to watch Jenny struggle with the bags and load the machine. Once the first load was running she returned to him as he’d said and had the strong feeling things weren’t going to get any better,
“Done that already? Well done bitch. By the way, when you are waiting for me you should kneel down facing me with your knees apart and you hands behind your back.”
“What on earth for?” Jenny blurted but didn’t waste any time doing what he said,
“Don’t question me, just do as you’re told.” Drew scolded. Her nipples poked erotically through her t-shirt and Drew reached out and began idly pinching them, “What does your husband do?” He asked casually. Jenny hated that she was beginning to bear this humiliation but was determined not to show it,
“He’s in property.” She said succinctly, “He buys properties and rents them out to people.”
“I bet that pays well. So he’s a Landlord, is that right?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Is he as unpopular as you?” Drew twisted her nipple and she winced,
“Some of the tenants complain about him but he has to be firm.” Jenny’s appetite for small talk was never great. At that moment her interest amounted to just one thing. She cracked a soft smile, “Please can I suck your cock now Sir?”
“Not yet. Go upstairs, run me a bath and finish off my washing afterwards.” Jenny sighed but the hollow in her gut didn’t ease. She went to the bathroom fearing what lie in store for her.
Drew watched her trim frame glide elegantly away and pressed the red button on the TV remote. When he heard her switching on the taps he took out his mobile phone and dialled. As planned the answer came after three rings,
“Tina? Hi it’s me Drew……..Yep everything went perfectly…….”