I should have had more sense than to invite a stranger into the house. Maybe it was because I was lonely, with Dave away for so much of the time. Maybe I just wanted somebody to talk to for a while. But I guess the real reason was that he was such a clever son of a bitch.

I'm a keen photographer, semi-professional, and I'd had an exhibition running in a local gallery for a week or so, self portraits, all sorts of things. The guy said his name was Lester, and that he was with a big media company that was always looking for fresh work to sell to advertising agencies and magazines. He had some business cards that looked very professional, so when he'd made a phone appointment and given me a card at the door I let him in without a second's thought.

I soon found out my mistake. The first thing Lester did as soon as he was inside the house was to ask me if I had any pictures of myself in the nude.

I told him to get out and he made a grab at me.

All I could do was to shout for help and run into the next room, though I knew the chances of anybody hearing me weren't good. What I could hear was Lester laughing as he stalked me through the house, and then everything went quiet for a while. I actually wondered if maybe he'd thought better of things and decided to leave.

So, I huddled up in a corner and kept so quiet that I could hear every breath passing in and out of my mouth. Had Lester left or was he biding his time, waiting for me to make a dash for freedom?

I moved forward one step, then another one, straining my eyes to spot some movement and desperately hoping I wouldn't.

Suddenly I knew that he was close to me, very close. He must have moved like a cat, because I didn't hear anything until there was no way I could escape from his clutching hands.

I tried to break free again as soon as caught hold of me, although I had about as much chance as doing that as winning a wrestling match with a grizzly.

I still couldn't believe the nerve of the guy, walking in and taking everything over as though he owned the place. When I called out he put his hand over my mouth and still held me as easily with the other hand as if I was a naughty child being put to bed.

"What's the matter, Julie? I thought you liked having people look at you," he teased me. "All I want you to do is to pose for me for a little while. I bet you've done that plenty of times before for other guys, haven't you? Now why don't you be a good little girl and do as you're told and we'll both have a fun afternoon."

He was twisting my arm so hard I thought it was going to break and snorting through my nose as I tried to fill my lungs.

What else could I do except nod my head in obedience? That was what I tried to do, even though the only way I could do it was to press my face into his hand even further and then struggle to move it back far enough to make the movement clear to Lester.

"Well, well, Julie, are you trying to tell me you want to do as you're told? Is that it? How about I take my hand far enough away from your mouth to hear you say something? And that something needs to be one word -- yes. Anything else won't do you any good at all, believe me."

His huge palm moved away from my lips a fraction, enough for me to take in a quick gasp and call out: "Yes!"

Lester laughed again.

"Now that's being a sensible little lady, Julie. Tell you what, seeing as we've got this table right here in front of us, why don't I put you across it and we'll get to know each other a little better."

For all his smooth talk Lester pushed down across the top of the table as easily as if he re-arranging the limbs of a rag doll. It was like being locked inside a cage with a mad gorilla and nobody around to rescue me from a very likely matter of ape rape. But this was no joke, this was a whole new world, as dangerous as anything in a book or a movie.

Yet somehow I could still smell the Mr. Sheen I'd sprayed and wiped on the table only that morning. It seemed impossible that everything could have been changed for me in just a minute by simply answering the doorbell. I mean, it was crazy, this was my ordinary street on a ordinary street day, not some Hollywood film lot.

But there was denying the touch of his hands squeezing my butt. They were even more real than anything else around me, even more real than my own table underneath my pinioned body.

"I love this skirt of yours, Julie. I always love anything silky. But what I really get off on is stroking my hand across something warm and silky when there's a nice smooth female ass waiting for me underneath it. And what you've got here feels smooth to me. Mighty smooth."

His voice was getting that kind of shuddery lilt in it that you hear from Southerners when they're angry or excited. Knowing his strength I didn't dare move from where I was as he kept on rubbing his hands over my butt.

"Tell you what, Julie, I think this might be a good time to do your first pose for me. I think I'd like to see you with your skirt up around your waist. I'm sure that would be a mighty fine pose. How would you feel about that?"

As he asked the question he gave me a pinch that felt like it had been inflicted with a pair of pliers instead of his fingers. I yelped, then nodded in obedience.

"OK, OK," I whimpered.

"Julie, you are one fine, accommodating lady."

The material of the dress rustled around my legs as he pulled it up and then tucked it around my waist.

"Now that is a sight for sore eyes. Yes, sir, that is a mighty fine sight for any kind of a lonesome man. Julie, you wouldn't believe how much I'm enjoying myself back here, just a setting and a gazing."

Shit, I was being held down and fondled on top of my own table by a Jed Clampett wannabe! This really was a fate worse than death!

"There's only one thing that spoils this view, Julie, and that's these panties of yours. Not only do they spoil the view, they surely would interfere with some things I've got in mind to do to you. So I guess I'll just have to ease them down off you nice and slow. Are we going to have any kind of a problem with that, young lady?"

Another of those viciously strong pinches backed up the message. He might talk like a hilly-billy but the guy was as ruthless as Saddam Hussein. I couldn't see any way of stopping him from what he wanted to do.

"No."

"I didn't quite catch that, Julie. Say it again, will you? Oh, and by the way, I did introduce myself. The name's Lester."

"There's no problem, Lester." I said it through gritted teeth, but I said it.

"No problem in pulling your panties down, Julie? Is that the message?"

"No -- I mean yes. There's no problem in pulling my panties down!"

"Anything you say, Julie, even for a lady who sounds as confused as you do."

He took his time about it as well, the bastard. He lingered on every movement as he hauled my underwear down, inch by inch, like a color party of Marines lowering the flag with full ceremonial. Just to emphasize my nakedness he leaned forward and blew a stream of air around my pussy. As if I need reminding that it was positioned right in front of his face. After he'd finally pulled the panties off my ankles he caught hold of my right leg and lifted it up on top of the table. I was pushed a little further over the smooth wood, spread out even more helplessly in front of the guy.

A situation Lester made even more clear by gripping my waist and holding me up slightly higher as if wanted to make some kind of a closer inspection. And what he said next was in line with that idea.

"I'm gunny do a little exploring around here in the underbrush, Julie. Maybe you won't hear from me for a while, but I guess you'll know I'm around. If there's anything you want to let me know, why you just holler out and I'll be listening."

Listening! He made more noise than a farmyard hog -- I'd have to shout pretty loud for him to hear me. Then again, I soon decided I might have cause to shout because it sure was feeding time back there. Not only did I have a stranger's tongue licking me, I was having it done more thoroughly than ever before!

I tried, I really tried, not to react. It was like trying to keep your mouth closed after you've been underwater for two minutes. But there has to be a breaking point for everybody and what this lunatic son of a bitch was doing with his tongue soon had mine hanging out like the overheated bitch I was turning into.

Eventually I just couldn't help myself from yelling out as if I was a cheerleader again, or from squirming around on the table like a landed fish. I could still smell that polish I'd laid on top of the table, and it seemed certain now that I was going to get laid on it as well.

"How's it going, Julie. Not bored yet, are you?"

God, he thought he was so funny!

"No -- no. I'm not bored."

"Great. You ever read Shakespeare there, Julie?"

Shakespeare! Was he mad or was it me!

"Well, Shakespeare wrote that a man was no man if with his tongue he couldn't win a woman. Let's see if I can do a bit more back here to help win you. See how you like this, Julie. But if you don't make a lot of noise, I won't keep doing it."

He soon got his noise because he began to work his tongue in a way that had me screaming out at the top of my voice. Lester clearly enjoyed the applause as well, because it spurred him into redoubling his efforts until I was writhing around almost out of control.

At least the table was getting another good polish, even if I was doing it mostly with my tits.

Something of the same kind of thought seemed to be occurring to Lester

"I guess it's my turn for some fun now, Julie. Why don't you kind of roll over on your side and undo the front of your blouse for me?"

I did think about not doing it. I thought about not undressing for at least a fraction of a second. Which was all the time I needed to realize I'd rather be naked underneath Lester than decently dressed and having my face broken by his fists. Anyway, it seemed like Lester was turning out to be the kind of lover a girl might enjoy getting to know better.

It would have been difficult to undo the buttons in that position, anyway, let alone with the distractions I was getting from Lester, but I finally managed it as my fumbling fingers loosened my clothing for his pleasure

I wondered if the bastard knew that Dave was away on a three day business trip. Probably he did, there were plenty of people in this town only too ready to talk about everybody else's business at the drop of a hat. Oh well, as long as nobody found out about this, Dave need never know about it either. And what he didn't know about wouldn't bother him.

In fact, come to think about it, there was no point in feeling guilty myself about something I couldn't prevent. Maybe Lester wouldn't hurt me at all if I fucked him like a rabid mink. What they call a win-win situation. One of the stubborn buttons finally popped loose altogether and went spinning across the table, leaving me with both of my bra cups exposed.

"Looks mighty fine so far, Julie, but how about giving a working stiff back here a treat by flashing something for him? How about letting one of those pert little boobs see the light of day?"

Jesus, was the bastard enjoying himself! Not that I had any choice, except to do as he wanted, popping my right tit out of its cup for him to look at.

"Guess I'm obliged to you there, Julie. Now why don't we try something else and see how you like it?"

He swung me round on the table top and slid his palm slowly up the inside of my thigh.

"OK, honey, suppose I let my fingers do the talking for a while. Is that OK with you?"

A rhetorical question, if ever there was one. Before I could say anything he'd already taken full advantage of his position. All I could do was to tremble underneath his hand as if I was expecting a spanking.

"Don't you like talking, Julie? Like to do something better with your mouth, hey?"

Lester began probing me, not very gently, but very thoroughly.

"I'll do anything with it you tell me to, Lester," I told him. "I give up, I surrender. You're the boss and whatever you want from me you can take whenever you like, with no argument."

"That's the right attitude to take, Julie, that's exactly what I want to hear from the hot little bitches I sex up. And you're sure getting a slippery cunt down here."

END OF PART ONE

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