Amelia, Management Consultant, Gradual Psychic takeover

I felt his eyes burn into my back as soon as I arrived. To be honest, I feel them every day. Without fail that young creep is sitting in his room watching, no, staring at me every time I arrive to drop off the kids at Frida, the childminder's. I wonder if anyone else gets this or is it just me he creeps out. Anyway, I try not to show I noticed, probably giving the perv recognition would be giving him his kicks. He's so ugh, creepy, that I give a brief thought to finding another childminder, someone who doesn't live across the street from him! but then reason wins out. There's no-one else as good as Frida, as reasonably priced as Frida or who lives in such an ideal location on my way to work as Frida.

I back the SUV out of her drive without looking at him and head off to work for another day of management consultancy and soon forget all about him. Almost.

I pride myself in being well-balanced, logical and able to look from outside the box with a clear and precise analytical viewpoint, but today something's niggling at me, got me off-center somehow. At lunch I check my makeup and notice that the top button on my blouse is undone. How the hell did that happen? I'm normally so precise in these thigs. Makeup, minimal. Clothing conservative and covering everything. I know some women in positions of power and management tend to use their sexuality to get ahead, and I'm aware that at 29, with a fairly generous bust, long blonde hair and I believe passable features, I could do the same, but I refuse. I will succeed on my own merit, not on some patriarchal handout based on sexuality.

I must be tired, I conclude. Three times now, I've caught myself glancing at the crotches of co-workers, Menzies from IT, and Todd from the mail room, then last the receptionist Jenny. Her tight ass in that leather skirt seemed to hypnotize me for a second.

Shit what was I doing??!

I went to the toilet and washed my face to clear my head a little, and was almost tempted to hide in the cubicle and masturbate. I needed this day to end. I normally have sex with my husband after the kids go to bed on a Saturday night. Today's a Tuesday. Maybe we could move it up a bit. I definitely need to get some action to clear my head.

I got through the rest of the day without incident until, there he was again, the creepy kid at the upstairs window across the street when I picked the kids up. He looked about 18 and he was there every time I dropped them off and picked them up. Obviously nowehere better to go. Loser. I could feel my skin crawl all the way home and had to have a shower when I got home. This time I couldn't deny it. I rushed upstairs and got naked as soon as I had handed the kids to Roger. When the hot water hit my body, my hands went straight between my legs and started exploring.

Midweek masturbation is not something I normally go for. Sometimes if I'm stressed I'll do it, but its just to get a little relief from the pressures of work. I don't normally fantasise about anyone or anything, and its about as rewarding as having a major piss when I've been holding it in too long. This was different though. My whole body felt electric as soon as my fingers found their way inside. I didn't think I was going to have the strength to stand up through it all, and had to clench my mouth shut to stop my moans turning to shrieks and alarming Roger and the kids. What the hell was going on!? Long and hard I frigged myself and when I came I nearly screamed with pleasure. I don't think I have ever had an orgasm as intense as in that shower. This time though there were images playing through my head: Todd's crotch; Menzies; I pictured their cocks, and imagined what they would feel like thrusting inside me. What they would taste like. What Jenny's ass would be like. And in between each of them, I was unable to help picturing the creep, upstairs, with his cock in his hand wanking as he watched me and imagining catching his cum in my mouth as he shot spurt after spurt in my face.

Dear God, what was happening to me?

The next morning, I noticed that I had left the top button of my blouse undone once more, explosing a tiny bit of cleavage. I looked at it for a moment then decided I would leave it as it was. Maybe it was time to look a bit better and take advantage at least a little, of what I had to offer. I picked the higher heeled pumps and nodded to myself. Let's go!

The creep was still there watching. I could see his brow creased with concentration, but yesterday's session in the shower seemed like a strange distant dream. I ingored him, got out and handed over the kids. Before I got back in the car, something seemed to catch my eye on the ground. I bent over to pick it up, but it was nothing, still I seemed to stay there for a few moments, then blinked and focused again before turning round and seeing the creep, who had been staring at my ass as I bent over all along. I jumped into the car and sped off.

I could hardly stop thinking about him all day. That pervert! I knew he was wanking away every time he saw me and the thought appalled me,... but on another level it was doing something else. I just about got through the day. Thoughts of the genetalia of everyone I met kept forcing themselves into my mind, and all day I could see the young creep sitting in his room wanking. This time I had to do something about it. Maybe if I had a wank myself it could clear my head. I locked myself into the excutive cubicle and lifted my skirt. I wasn't wearing panties! How the hell did that happen? Surely that's not something you could forget was it? Maybe I needed a holiday. This time I came even quicker, and I could think of nothing but the creep. That cock that I hadn't seen, sliding in and out and in and out...Oh fuck! I screamed silently in my head as I came harder than before.

Strangely it didn't help much. I was just as distracted afterwards as before. I actively strolled the corridors of the office looking for hot men and women to ogle. I had never had any feelings towards women before either, but now...I wanted to bury Jenny's face in my cunt and push her into it until... until... Fuck, what was I thinking?

I stopped at the toilet in the gas station to wank once more on the way home before picking the kids up. I didn't look back at first, but I hoped he was watching. This time I dropped my keys once the kids were strapped in and spent a while bent over picking them up, glancing eventually over my shoulder and was relieved to find he was still there, still with his determined stare. I hoped he enjoyed seeing my ass in my...Shit, what the hell was I wearing. A frumpy knee length black skirt? A blouse so high necked that it could have been designed for Queen Victoria? Fuck. I had to be able to do better than that. It was a miracle he had been paying attention to me for so long.

That night, I sucked Roger off. I hadn't done that since before we got married, and he wasn't keen to start with. To be honest, I got more out of it than he did. I had forgotten just how good cum tasted. Roger wasn't sure about it though and didn't seem keen to repeat the experience again any time soon. Afterwards, he asked if we were re-scheduling Saturday night as a result of that. That wasn't enough for me though. Once he was asleep, I crept out of bed and went downstairs and turned on my laptop. I had never looked at porn before. What the hell -where did you look for it? I googled porn. Turns out its surprisingly easy to find.

I watched a few short films mostly lesbian as I began fingering myself once more. Then found one where one of the girls was tied spread-eagled on a bench while the other one ate her out. That did it for me and I came, and I came and I came again.

Eventually almost sated, I went back to bed naked, sucking the taste of sex from my fingers.

The next day I was hornier than ever. I looked at my wardrobe - it was awful. I pulled on the navy silk dress that I had worn to our friend Mhairi's wedding last month and the highest pumps I owned. It was the best I could do. I hoped he would like it.

After dropping the kids off at the childminders, I took a few small bags from teh passenger seat and made a point of arranging them in the trunk, making sure I was bent over and my ass pointed across to the watcher's window. I hoped he had a good view and that he liked it. I wondered if maybe I should lose a few pounds for him or if he preferred larger asses. I then sat on the seat and put my lipstick on, bright red this time because, well, just because I thought he might prefer that. Eventually I ran out of excuses to hang around and headed to work. I was frustrated to be away but if anything even hornier than yesterday. I hadn't even been in an hour and I had to go to the toilet and not for the conventional reasons. I couldn't get him out of my mind . I almost battered the door down waiting for old Mrs Enwright to come out. What the hell was she doing in there? When I got in I understood, sprayed perfume around and flushed a lot, then sat down to get to business. I had shaved my pussy before leaving this morning. Not something I normally do. Usually I keep it neat and tidy, but somehow I thought it looked better like that now. The sensation of the silk dress brushing against it though was exquisite, and made me gasp out loud a few times when I walked. However, I caught my reflection in the polished glass windows of the office and found myself lacking. Why the hell would anyone want to put their cock in that I thought, and resolved to make improvements. I researched some specialist clothing and where I could find it then stole out of the office for an extended lunch to the shops. Pleased with what I had bought, I kept wondering what my mysterious admirer would think of me in them. I had to find out.

The thought of him set me off again and I had to spend an extended period of time in the executive toilet once more masturbating. When I eventually came out, as horny as when I went in, I saw Jenny at the tea machine. I gasped. She looked... fucking hot! I couldnt help it I almost ate her leather covered ass with my eyes and her top was shiny black satin. It looked so... tactile - I wanted to get my hands on her.

She saw me staring and caught my gaze. Before I could look away, she winked coyly and turned to get back to work. I almost had to turn back into the toilet and start wanking once more. Fuck, was I gay now? No, I didn't think so. Jenny was sexy as hell and the thought of her licking my pussy or me doing hers made me shiver with desire, but what I was really dreaming about was cock. And not just any cock either, oh the taste of it the feel of it, I couldn't stop thinking about it, but the real prize was the one my watcher was stroking every morning and evening as he watched me. I wondered briefly if he might fuck my ass. I've never done that. Never even seriously considered it. Certainly Roger had never made any demands in that direction, but now I was feeling wild. I knew my special watcher was looking at my ass and wondered, maybe he would want that. Yes. I hoped he would. Surely the feeling of his cock in my ass would be out of this world.

That night when I picked up the kids after strapping them in, I knew he was watching and felt my face flush with desire and lust. I stepped round to the back of the car for a few moments and bent over, pulling the dress up, exposing my bare ass to him, letting him know it was all his. I hoped he got the message.

Roger and I slept in separate beds last night. He was shocked that I was looking for sex again. I said we could do anything but that just made him get even more uptight. I sat up most of the night watching porn and wanking, putting myself in the place of the actors, wondering what it might be like to have my tits tied up like that or my ass to be fucked by a mechanically oscilating dildo while I sucked dick. I lost count of the number of times I came before I finally got some sleep.

The next day started frostily. Roger didn't speak to me and left for work, leaving me with the kids. I got changed into yesterday's shopping and felt absolutely on fire with excitement, then spoiled it slightly by throwing a raincoat over everything and covering it up. Still I hoped he liked it. Yes, he would definitely like it I realised as I stopped at Frida's and excitedly handed the kids over. Once she was inside I reversed the car from her drive into his, phoning in sick to the office as I did.

This was it. I was finally going to meet him. Was it too much to hope for that he might use his cock on me? I hoped not and excitedly wondered what he would want first.

The bell rang and the door opened before I had taken my finger from the button - almost as if he knew I was coming.

"Come in slut!"

I gasped. That word. I hadn't been called that in... ever. I felt week at the knees and followed him in. For a while I had wondered what his name was, but I knew now, and answered him. "Yes Daddy".

"Take your coat off slut!"

"Yes Daddy" I repeated and took the raincoat off, happy to be finished with covering up and having my body on display to Daddy, to let him do anything he wanted to it. Anything at all. I wore the leather strapped outfit with the collar which covered nothing that he might want to use at all. My pussy, ass and tits were all bared for his ejoyment, just as they should be.

He turned and faced me without a word. I paused and looked forward without meeting his gaze, trying to be on my best behavior for him. Daddy took one of my breasts in each hand. I was pleased he had taken an interest in them. I think they are among my best features. Then, he squeezed. Firmly. I didn't make a sound, but I winced slightly as his fingers disappeared into the soft flesh. He smiled at that and I smiled nervously back, pleased that I had made him happy even a little. I hoped he would get his cock out soon. I was dying to taste it. Daddy took his time though and pulled on my nipples a little then led me by the left one up the stairs towards his room. I felt absurdly privileged to be taken to his room. I wondered if he would fuck me on the little single bed with the black duvet. I hoped so. I really did.

I was so excited when Daddy began to drop his shorts to reveal his delicious cock. It was hard already too! No work needed. I was so proud of myself at giving him a rock solid erection before we even began that I almost cried. Usually Roger needs to start himself off with his hand for a minute before he can get going on a Saturday night, but Daddy here was all set to go. "Suck it slut!" he barked and I didnt need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees and in a moment it was in my mouth. It was really in my mouth. I felt the soft tender surface of his glans slide over my lips and along my tongue, then I plunged my head forwards as far as I could towards his stomach, almost reahcing it with my nose on my first attempt. Daddy helped and held the back of my head, pushing his beautiful cock further and further into my throat. I gagged a bit and my saliva coated his dick when he stopped a few moments later. I hoped I hadn't done it wrong and upset him, but he seemed to be interested in other areas.

"Hands and knees, slut!"

Of course I obeyed, and closed my eyes in anticipation as he positioned himself and that glorious cock behind me. I couldn't wait till he selected which hole he wanted to use but tried to behave myself and not look round. I waited and waited. I felt my pussy would drip it was so wet, when "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" he thrashed my poor buttocks over and over again.

I was so shocked at first I squealed. I had no idea he wanted to spank me! but as he went on, my ass got hotter and hotter and it felt so good that when he eventually stopped I felt like begging him to continue but luckily, this time he grabbed me by the hips and pushed his cock straight into my pussy to full depth in one magnificent thrust. I gasped in delight. It was wonderful. Daddy fucked me quickly for a little while then lay down on my back so that he could reach around and squeeze my tits showing how much he liked them. I was so emotional I was overcome and thought that this could not get any better when with that he began to squirt his hot delicious juice deep inside me. Oh my, it had only been a minute since he started, but he had cum, and now so was I!!!! Oh fuck what a raging orgasm. The ones I had been having this week were a mere tickle compared to this. My whole body convulsed as spasms of delight washed through me. I couldn't help myself and screamed. "Oh yes! Daddy. Fill me up. Fuck me Daddy!!!"

Afterwards, amazed that we had both cum so quickly (something I have never done before!) Daddy had me stand up and handed me something that confused me enormously. It was a small leather strap. I guessed from the porn I had been watching this week that it was for spanking. However, why was he handing it to me? I would learn soon enough. In a moment, he pulled me by my nipple once again and I followed him through to the next room. Bent over a chair wearing a schoolgirl uniform and with her skirt raised to expose a naked posterior was... Jenny the receptionist from my work! How the hell did she get there? One thing was for sure, I couldn't ask her. Not just because Daddy wouldn't like me speaking unless he asked me to, but because of the thick rubber ball wedged in her mouth behind her teeth, fastened by a leather strap around her head. Fuck! Somehow that made her look hotter than ever. I hoped Daddy would let me wear one too.

The word "How", formed in my mouth, but I choked it back, sensing that Daddy would not want to be questioned. I looked at her ass, then at the flogger in my hand and understood.

"You can taste her cunt once you've given her twenty lashes, slut!"

"Thank you Daddy!" I said and couldn't imagine a day that could have gone better. Why on Earth had it taken me so long to come across the street to his door?