Follow him

Irene let herself be led out of the dark theater, blushing at the looks the patrons of the porn shop gave her as she followed the man. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric of her blouse, announcing to all the customers her arousal. The man didn't even pay any attention to those around him, moving purposefully towards the exit, dragging an embarassed Irene behind him.

The afternoon sun was blindingly bright after the dim lighting of the porn shop, and Irene found herself blinking, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the sudden change. The stranger didn't seem to suffer from the change at all but continued to lead her down the street without hesitation. Several people turned and looked at them as they passed, the sight of a man dragging a woman along behind him causing them to be curious. Irene looked around her, realizing that she had somehow surrendered to this silent stranger, allowing him to do what he wanted with her. As he led her towards a large apartment building Irene started thinking of her family again, her resistance to his silent dominance growing.

He led her into a large hallway lined with doors, the carpet underfoot thick and clean. It was obviously a very expensive apartment building, the walls were dark stained wood and everything spoke of money. In silence Irene followed him obediently to a door on the far end of the hallway and allowed him to lead her into a large spacious apartment. He released her wrist finally as he turned to lock the door behind them and Irene looked around her. Despite being large, the apartment was barely furnished, only a single chair and table sat in the middle of the livingroom. It was stark, looking as if no one lived there but rather kept the apartment just for appearances. Glancing to her right Irene saw a large bedroom, dominated by a king sized bed. She was about to say something when she sensed the man stepping up behind her, his breath hot in her hair. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he stepped closer to her, his body pressed firmly into her back. Irene blushed as she realized that she could feel his cock pressed tightly against her ass. A low moan escaped her lips as he pressed his hard manhood tight against her, his hands slowly moving up over her stomach, his touch teasingly light as he traced the contours of her breasts.

"Strip for me," he whispered in her ear, his fingers tracing the outline of her firm nipples sending shots of pleasure through Irene's body. "Show me your body." He demanded as he removed his hands from her, pushing her gently into the center of the room. Irene stood there for a second, her mind fighting with her body. Her reason battled with her sexual desires, as she thought of her happy family and career, threatened by her actions. Even as she thought of the consequences, Irene slowly started unbuttoning her blouse turning to face the stranger who commanded her with such power. His eyes were fixed on her, devouring every inch of her body as she undid the last button on her blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She stood there silently letting him look at her body, her ample breasts encased in a simple white bra. She felt his gaze as if it was a tangible thing, caressing every inch of her as she reached behind her to unhitch her bra, dropping it to lay next to her discarded blouse. Her nipples, already erect, tingled in the cool air of the apartment as they were exposed.

"Beautiful," the man said in a soft voice as he sat in the chair, admiring her body. Irene blushed at his words as she unzipped her skirt, pushing it down over her hips to stand before him naked save for a pair of small white panties.

"You're amazing," he said, staring at her in lustful hunger. Irene felt his words send shockwaves of arousal through her, her already wet pussy convulsing with a sudden need for the man. Not taking her eyes off of the stranger, Irene slowly pushed her panties down, letting them fall down her toned thighs to stand before him completely nude. He smiled slightly as she shed the last of her clothing, exposing her golden haired pussy to him as she modeled her body for his approval.

"Come here," he said, his voice hoarse with his arousal as he motioned her to stand a few inches in front of his chair. Irene stood silently in front of him, letting him gaze hungrily at her nude body for a few seconds before he leaned forward, his breath hot on her stomach as he looked up at her through the valley of her breasts. Leaning forward a little more, he kissed the smooth skin of her stomach, sending a shiver through the startled mother's form. His touch did things to her that no man had ever done. Placing his hands on her waist he brought his head up to kiss and suckle at her heaving breasts, his teeth nibbling gently on her erect nipples. Irene moaned as his hands began to caress her thighs, her back arching to allow him easier access to her firm breasts. Her hands went to his head, cradling it as he lavished attention on her breasts, her fingers entwining in his dark hair as his hands slid up her smooth skin to massage her shapely ass. Irene felt a need growing within her, it's strength surprising her, a deep burning desire to please this man, to do anything he asked of her. He lifted his head from her large breasts, looking up at her as he pulled her into his lap. Without thinking about it, Irene straddled his legs, her breasts pressed against his coarse shirt as she bent down and passionately kissed him. As her tongue darted into his mouth, Irene felt his hands moving over her body, causing pleasurable sensations wherever he touched. Irene ran her hands down his chest, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons she found there, opening his shirt to caress his muscled chest. Pulling her mouth from his, Irene kissed down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses across his tanned chest as she moved down his stomach. Sliding out of his lap, the aroused wife and mother knelt on the floor in front of him, her fingers deftly undoing his pants, allowing his straining cock to jump to freedom. Wrapping her fingers around the thick base, Irene started kissing and sucking at his engorged cock, the strength of her desire surprising her. She heard a small moan escape him as she took him into her mouth, letting the large head slide into her throat as she sucked hungrily at his cock. He placed his hand on her head, guiding her head up and down as she pistoned the cock deep into her mouth. She licked and sucked at his cock feverishly, the burning desire between her thighs overriding any thoughts she might have had. As she sensed his orgasm approaching, Irene lifted her head from his crotch, spittle and pre-cum dripping down her chin as she looked up at him.

"Fuck me," Irene said softly, her eyes begging the silent stranger to fulfill her desires. "I need you inside me, I want to feel your cock deep in my pussy." The formerly prim teacher begged, laying on her back in front of him, spreading her legs wide to wantonly offer her dripping cunt to him. "Please, Fuck me."

He almost jumped out of the chair, quickly kneeling between her wide spread thighs, his cock head rubbing teasingly against her engorged pussy. Irene felt him position himself at the entrance to her dripping vagina, pausing as he looked down at her. "Are you sure you want this, Irene?" He asked, rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against her labia.

"Yes, please fuck me," Irene hissed at him, her desire overpowering her shock at his knowing her name. She hadn't told him who she was, but her curiosity at his knowledge was thrust aside by the sexual needs of her body.

Chuckling to himself, the man thrust deep into Irene's hot pussy, filling her in one thrust. Irene let out a low moan as she felt him enter her, her body contentedly filled by his thick, veined cock. Wrapping her legs around his waist, trying to pull him further into her, Irene threw her head back in a load gasp as he started thrusting forcefully into her. It was hot, passionate sex, nothing tender about it, just the animalistic act of fucking and yet somehow if gave Irene a sense of fulfillment that she lacked whenever her husband made love to her. Irene felt her body stiffen, her muscles contracting as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life, her pussy gripping his cock firmly as she exploded beneath him. He remained still inside her as her body relaxed slowly, a lanquid feeling of contentment flowing through her body as she struggled to get her breathing back under control. As she felt herself gaining control over her body she felt the man start to thrust into her again, gentler now but still with the driving need of climax. With one last powerful thrust into her, the man went stiff, his cock seeming to expand inside her as his hot thick cum splashed deep within her womb. As she felt jet after jet of semen shot deep into her, Irene felt her body tense as she experienced yet another orgasm, not as powerful as the first but pleasant nonetheless.

With a contented sigh, he slowly lifted himself off of her, letting his cock slip from her wet pussy with a soft slurping sound. Standing up he looked down at the attractive wife and mother, laying on the floor bathed in sweat, her chest heaving as she panted for breath, her legs spread wide as a thick stream of cum dribbled out of her pussy. "Thank you, Irene," he said as he sat back down in his chair, "You'd better get cleaned up and headed home now."

With the overpowering desire in her pussy satiated, the man's use of her name finally sunk in. Raising her head from the floor, Irene looked up at the man, the faintest feeling of recognition creeping into her mind. "How.. How do you know who I am?" Irene panted, "Do I know you? You seem familiar to me."

"I know all about you, Irene." The man said as he admired her nude body in front of him. " I know about your husband, your two little girls, your teaching job. I know you very well, Irene. We've met before but you wouldn't remember me." He said mysteriously. "My daughter was in your class a few years ago, we met at a parent/teacher conference. I noticed how attractive you were then, and when I saw you enter the theater today I knew I couldn't pass up this chance."

Irene looked at the man in shock, the full ramifications of her actions seeping into her mind. To cheat on her husband was bad enough, but with a man who knew so much about her, everything she'd worked so hard for was at risk. Her family, her job, her life could be ruined by this man who had just given her the best sex of her life. "Please, don't tell anyone about this," Irene said softly, a sob catching in her throat as she thought of losing her family.

"Oh, I'll tell a couple of people, only a few close friends." The man responded, looking at her fearfull expression. "They'll definitely want to meet you," he said looking with meaning at her shapely body. "If you don't want to have your husband find out about this, you will do what I say. You'll follow my commands, and do everything in your power to please me. This room is equipped with cameras, both video and conventional ones. So I will have proof of your indiscretions to show your husband if you ever displease me. Now you should get dressed and return home. I'll be in contact with you in a couple of days." He said as he stood up, fastening his pants again.

Irene was in shock, knowing her life was forever changed by one afternoon's indiscretions. He was going to **** her! Hanging her head, Irene felt herself about to give in to despair when she suddenly remembered the man's name. "You're Erik, Erik Hansen!" Irene gasped, remembering his daughter. "You're Lydia's father. I know you, I can tell your wife, you have just as much to lose as I do!" Irene said threatingly, knowing that she could reveal his infidelity just as easy as he could.

"I'm afraid it's not quite that easy, Irene," Erik said smiling down at her. "My wife left me three years ago, taking Lydia with her, so no one really cares what I do. Threating me will not ensure my silence. Now get dressed." He said finally as he walked out of the room.

Irene felt defeated as she gathered up her clothes and slowly put them back on. Her body still throbbed with pleasure from sex but her mind was racing with the consequences of her actions today. As she silently slipped out of the apartment, she resolved to try and regain her life. The afternoon was bright as she stepped out onto the street and headed back towards her family.