Chapter 11: Interlude 3 or $1 books and more
Sometime in the early 2000s
"It has to be somewhere near" Mark looked around... "oh , I see" he said seeing the 4 floor apartment building. He pressed the button for 415. "Yes, can I help you?" Asked the voice on the intercom. "Yes, I am responding to the add in the paper for the room for rent". The door made a loud buzzing sound and he pushed through.
A Door marked 415 was open. "Come , come I'm letting out the heat" said the lady. Her name was Shirley she introduced herself, 5 foot four inches, brown hair in a bun, 64 years old. Mark introduced himself. The apartment was 5 rooms in total.
After the grand tour she looked and said the room was $85 a week payment on Friday. In his pocket was a device about the size of a tv remote. He pressed the button. Shirley froze for a second "I can live her for free and I get the big room, while I'm at work move your things to the small bedroom " Mark said "and 3...2...1" he counted. She looked around confused "you can stay here as long as you want, for free" then passed him the key to the door and doors downstairs. "I have some work to get done" she mumbled.
Mark left happy knowing the test worked. He looked at his watch "fuck she is going to kill me" and ran to the bus stop.
An hour later he was at the run down mall. The discount book store was across from the movie theater and between a bar and a café.
"Sorry I'm late, drawbridge was up again". Michelle or Melissa was behind the counter. He couldn't tell the twins apart honestly. The twins managed the store. They were 5ish years older than him. blonde dye jobs thin with a look of superiority in their eyes. They were maybe 5 foot tall and drove a monster sized truck. "Again? Melissa scoffed".
In the office he punched his time card in. Beth, the 3rd key manager had come in from smoking. The cigarette smoke drifting around her in clouds. She was in her mid to late 20s. She had dark shoulder length blonde hair. She wore jeans, t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket with fringe. Slightly on the chubby side. Renée the assistant manager was having lunch with Kerry the manager from a store around the corner. Renée was chubby on the fat side with long dark curly hair, she always flirted with Mark making a joke of it in the end. Kerry was 26, chubby, glasses, and her hair was braided up the center and shaved above her ears. Both waved him off and he went back on the floor.
His job consisted of stacking shelved, unloading the truck, answering why some of the books were more than $1. This was his life for 2 years. He didn't use the device. He was afraid it lead to suspicion. He needed the money and didn't want to ask his Gran or mother Martha for help.
So he kept working and working, sometimes 7 days a week and up to 15 hours a day. He was living with Shirley for two years now. They had a good relationship. He would do chores for her and pay for groceries.
One day as Mark arrived at work Renée turned to him and said "Kerry needs the trash removed from her back room" "it's slow here and you can do it for her"
"That's not my job!" Mark protested. "I don't care, get it done" Renée scoffed.
Mark arrived at the store to find the storage room filled top to bottom with empty boxes and other trash.
He cursed under his breath, knowing that this task would take him away from his usual duties. Nevertheless, he grabbed a large garbage bag and began filling it with the debris.
"What are you doing?" Kerry asked, peeking her head around the doorjamb. "What happened here?"
"Renée told me to clean up this mess," Mark explained, his voice laced with annoyance. "Apparently, it's urgent."
Kerry laughed. "I will leave you to it then"
she closed the door leaving Mark by himself. He started throwing boxes into the dumpster outside the backdoor. "What's wrong with these people.
8 hours later he returned to his store. It was dark with all the lights out it was just after closing. He missed the last bus home. This would mean a few more hours walking.
Mark went to the office, punched his time card out. Beth, Renée, and Kerry sat around the table counting the money. As he entered, they looked up "what took you so long?" Kerry snapped at Mark. Beth asked Renée "you think we should tell the twins?" And they both laughed.
Mark, though, was not amused. "Look, I've already wasted half my shift cleaning up after you guys," he growled, his frustration mounting. "You owe me for this."
"Not a chance we run things here" and they continued laughing.
Mark reached into his pocket and pressed the button. Instantly they froze. Mark walked up to them in turn and gave them instructions. "From now on, you will do whatever I say. I will be your Master, and you will obey." Beth swallowed hard, fearing what might happen if she disobeyed. "Yes, Master," she stammered nervously.
"It's hot in here, don't you think?" Each of the women nodded in agreement. "Certainly too hot for all those clothes" he mentioned, knowing the outcome.
Kerry arched her back and with a hand in her front pant pockets pulled down hard shucking them off in one fluid motion. She then pulled off her tight sweater, reaching behind to unclasp her bra. Her nipples hardened in the cold air. Between her legs her thick brown bush glistened with arousal.
Renée was next. First was her shirt, she was wearing the biggest bra he had ever seen. It must have taken a herculean effort holing them in. Her long thick curly hair cascaded down her back touching the tip of her ass. He stood behind her as she bent over to remove her pants. He got a full view of her dark crease.
Beth who was already standing removed her shoes, her socks, and her pants. To Mark's surprise she wasn't wearing panties. Her light brown bush was on full display. She removed her t-shirt and no bra was there to be removed. Her breasts could have been firmer but Mark guessed that's was the result of child birth.
He reached out and squeezed one. It was firm enough. Mark saw the shock in her eyes but then watched as lust replaced it. He cupped her right breast and rubbed it gently. A whimper escaped her lips.
He walked around her looking at her nakedness. She wasn't fat but definitely plump.
He walked around the women admiring his handiwork. Stroking his hard cock as be walked.
Mark admired the naked forms of the three women. They were all unique in their own way. Beth was softer with stretch marks from pregnancy, Kerry's frame was thinner and leaner with perky tits and a nice round ass. Renee was voluptuous, a mix of the two, big busty with a juicy ass, her skin smooth and blemish free.
Mark admired his handiwork as he moved his gaze from Beth to Kerry to Renee. He could feel his cock swell even larger as he eyed them hungrily.
His gaze wandered over their bodies, taking in the subtle differences in their curves and shapes. Beth's breasts hung low, swaying hypnotically as she breathed heavily; Kerry's were perkier, with nipples as pink as cherries; and Renee's were massive, easily double the size of the others. All three women stood naked before him, trembling slightly as they awaited his further commands.
Kerry had been counting the money from the drawer. Mark grabbed some money as a tip for cleaning out her storeroom.
"Ladies" he announced. "This room is too uncomfortable for any kind of fun". He commanded them to gather their clothes in a bag and put a jacket on. Renee's full length coat made her the obvious candidate to drive. The piled into Kerry's car. Mark sat in the back with Beth. Mark had one hand between her spread legs, his fingers making a slow circular motion.
Beth squirmed, moaning softly as she tried to suppress her pleasure. The car's heater blasted hot air, heating everyone up. It created a sticky, humid atmosphere in the enclosed space.
"Master, please," Beth pleaded, her voice hoarse as she desperately sought release. "Please make me cum."
Mark smirked, leaning closer to Beth. His hot breath wafted against her neck, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and he couldn't resist tasting her.
He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Beth gasped, her body arching involuntarily as she responded to his kiss. Their tongues danced together, weaving a passionate dance that fueled their desire.
As the car sped down the highway, the silence of the night enveloped them. Only the soft hum of the engine provided a background noise to their heated exchange. Beth's breathing became ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain control.
"Master," she panted, her voice barely audible above the engine's purr.
Mark laughed "you haven't deserved it yet"
In the front seat Kerry had one hand between her legs and the other squeezing her hard nipple. Renée driving could only watch the events in the rear view mirror as her wet pussy leaked onto the seat below her.
Mark instructed Beth to pull her legs up so her knees were almost touching her face. She did. "I can't believe how wet you are" he commented as he slipped two fingers inside her. Beth gasped and thrust her hips upwards trying to get his digits deeper.
She cried out as he slid another finger in. "I want to fuck you" he said. "Tell me what you want". Beth whimpered and begged him to fill her pussy with his dick.
The car pulled into the garage. Mark and the women took the elevator to the fourth floor. They sneaked through the corridor trying not to be discovered. "Let me go first" he whispered "
As he stepped into the apartment, he noticed Shirley had gotten home early. "HI, hun just getting home?" "You must be tired , can I make you some tea"
"Thank you dear" he replied "but no" then with a devious look he said "servent mode"
Her eyes glazed over and she said roboticly "I understand and serve" walking slowly to her room.
Mark felt a slight twinge of guilt but brushed it aside. "Lets go ladies" he said ushering the three into his living room.
When Shirley exited her room, she was wearing a tight glossy french maid outfit. The dark corset squeezed her breasts, making them look huge on her small frame. The suspenders on her garder belt held her grey stockings in place. She was not wearing panties and her thinning bush was noticeable.
Her heels made clicking sounds like tap dancing feet as she shuffled back and forth.
"Well ladies, shall we start our fun?" Mark announced.
Mark knew from Renee's stories she was a dancer and cheerleader once. Her father had gambled away their personal fortune and she stress ate her way into this body shape.
With a clap of his hands she rose. He didn't want tap or jazz he didn't want a cheerleader routine. He wanted her to preform a sexual and sensual dance.
She began with a slow undulation of her hips, her hands tracing a sensual path along her body. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, every inch of her flesh begging to be touched.
"Watch me," she murmured seductively, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. She writhed suggestively, her curves tantalizingly displayed. Mark found himself growing harder with each passing moment, his erection pressing painfully against his trousers.
His eyes followed Renée's every movement, greedily drinking in the sight of her voluptuous form twisting and writhing before him. He couldn't deny the intoxicating effect her performance was having on him, his heart pounding wildly with anticipation.
"My turn," Beth groaned, her voice husky with desire. She rose gracefully from her chair, her naked form shimmering enticingly in the dim light. She approached Renée, her eyes locked on the mesmerizing display before her.
Beth's movements were fluid and confident, her skin gleaming with perspiration. The contrast between her slender figure and Renée's more ample proportions heightened the erotic tension permeating the room. Renée gulped, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her veins.
"I love watching you dance," Beth whispered into Renée's ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "But I want to taste you."
Renée hesitated for a moment, torn between her desire and her loyalty to Mark.
Kerry slithered next to Mark. Burying her face between his legs.
With her teeth she tugged at his boxers until they fell exposing his erect shaft.
"Mmmmm, look at that beautiful cock," she cooed, her breath hot against his throbbing member. "I want to wrap my lips around it and suck it dry."
Mark's pulse quickened, his blood surging through his veins as he listened to her sultry promises. He gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles white with strain, as he fought to maintain control.
"No," he gritted between clenched teeth. "Not yet.
Let's enjoy the show," Mark ordered firmly, his tone brooking no argument. Kerry reluctantly released his cock, licking her lips as she savored the taste of him.
Renée paused, her eyes flitting between Mark and Beth, her movements slowing perceptibly. She had known Beth for quite some time, and they lived together once until their fights caused her to leave. Now, the prospect of sharing a lover with such a profound connection seemed strangely exciting.
Renée gulped, feeling a wave of anticipation coursing through her veins.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked Beth tentatively, her voice quavering slightly. "We've never shared anyone before."
Beth smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well," she purred, running her fingers down Renée's arm. "I guess we're about to break new ground."
The two women exchanged a meaningful glance, their bodies pressed intimately close. The air crackled with electricity, the tension palpable between them.
Beth's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her gaze locked on Renée's face. "Let's explore this together," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Renée hesitated for a moment, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. The thought of sharing someone with Beth was a strange yet exhilarating proposition. She took a deep breath, willing away the doubts that threatened to consume her. "Okay," she finally agreed, her voice shaky but determined.
Their lips met in a passionate embrace, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and longing.
Their hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and contour of their bodies, seeking to know each other intimately. Renée and Beth surrendered themselves fully to the sensation, their hearts pounding in sync with their racing pulses.
"I need you," Renée rasped, her voice strained with desire. "I've wanted you for so long."
Beth blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "And I've wanted you, too," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Your touch, your kisses, everything about you drives me wild."
Their hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and contour of their bodies, seeking to know each other intimately. Their mouths fused in a fiery kiss, their tongues wrestling passionately as they melted into each other.
"Take me," Renée implored, her voice quivering with urgency. "Make me yours."
Beth's eyes sparkled with lust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Oh yes," she moaned, her voice husky with desire. "I want you to possess me completely."
Renée's heart raced, her pulse thundering in her ears. She trailed her fingers down Beth's back, relishing the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips. "I've dreamed of this moment," she gasped, her voice breaking with emotion. "To feel you inside me, to belong to you completely."
Beth trembled, her body shaking with anticipation.
"I want you to claim me," she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire. "Do you understand?"
Renée nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Oh God, yes," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need you inside me right now."
Their lips met once more, their tongues entwining in a frenzied dance of passion. Beth's hands roamed over Renée's body, caressing her curves and tracing paths along her skin. The sensation was overwhelming, their hunger for each other apparent in every touch.
Renée and Beth moaned in unison, their bodies writhing with pleasure as they explored every inch of each other.
"Oh God," Renée groaned, her voice hoarse with lust. "This feels so good."
Beth nodded, her face flushed with excitement. "I've fantasized about this for so long," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I never thought it would actually happen."
Renée traced her fingers down Beth's back, reveling in the warmth of her skin.
"I promise you," she whispered, her voice hushed with longing. "I won't let you down."
Beth's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her voice catching in her throat. "You'd better not," she murmured, her tone heavy with emotion. "Because I can't bear the thought of losing you."
Mark smirked disapproving. Kerry's head bobbing up and down on his cock with consistent timing. "They are supposed to my playthings for the night" Shirley stood behind him blankly staring ahead.
Mark pressed the button. "Stand at attention and obey" . Instantly the women snapped upright, standing rigidly at attention.
Renée was sent to Mark's bed. Beth and Kerry to the 2 beds in Shirley' room. "While you sleep, you will dream, You will find yourself in your own personal sexual fantasy. The closer to orgasm you get the deeper you will go. The deeper you go the more your mind will drain until you are my personal toys". With a press of the button the women collapsed onto their respective beds.
"Shirley, my sweet girl, you'll be serving as the perfect audience for the show tonight," Mark said affectionately. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Shirley's expression remained stoic, a far cry from her usual jovial demeanor. The device's power was absolute, rendering her helplessly obedient. But Mark could sense his gran yearning underneath, desperate to break free.
He considered turning her off, but instead decided to take advantage of his newly acquired power.
"Puppet" Mark mused, "how long until your daughter and granddaughter arrive for the visit?"
She stood silently for a moment before responding, "Next Monday."
Mark sighed. "There's still a week left," he muttered. "Well, at least I'll have time to prepare."
"Yes, sir" she said stuck in a dream.
When the women awoke they were as machines. Mark used them in various positions, tried them out on all of the furniture. They even washed him in the shower.
2 days later, he sent them home. Somebody might be missing them.
The next afternoon Mark came home to find Shirley's daughter and granddaughter in the living room. Her daughter rose to greet him "You must be Mark, I'm Melanie and this is my daughter Nicole. My mother has told us great things about you"
"Nice to meet you" Mark said eyeing both of the newcomers.
Melanie was 10 years older than Mark, long straight dark hair with a good body for her age and childbirth. She wore a dark long sleeve shirt with a pair of mom jeans and white sneakers.
Nicole was 15 or 16. Long brown hair. Her body was comparable to her grandmother 50 years ago. She wore a sun dress with brown boots.
Nicole was a shy girl with bright blue eyes and freckles across her nose. "Hello," she mumbled quietly.
"Hi, nice to meet you both," Mark replied, offering them a friendly smile. As the conversation progressed, Mark couldn't help but notice how similar the two women were to Shirley - both physically and in terms of personality.
"So, what brings you here?" Mark asked, genuinely curious. He had been expecting Shirley alone.
Melanie chuckled, "We wanted to see the famous bookstore that our mother kept talking about.
"Our store is not what it once was" Mark started. "The manager is slowly turning it into a party goods store, its really sad to be honest"
Nicole looked bored. "So can we go swimming or what?" "Ok sweetheart let's get into our bathing suits and go down to the pool" Melanie said with a smile on her face.
Shirley and Mel went into her room and closed the door. Nicole went into the room that Mark slept. Turned to Mark to say "when I stay here, this is my room, you can sleep on the couch". Mark had heard enough. He knew exactly where this was going. He had used the device.
After a minute he slowly opened the door to Shirley's room. Melanie and her mother were frozen while putting on their bathing suits.
Mark opened his bedroom door to find Nicole sitting on hid bed nude. He looked but she wasn't old enough to touch. Melanie and Shirley would be his meal.
Nicole looked absolutely breathtaking, her young, supple body taunting and teasing Mark.
The device had worked perfectly again. He had the older women join him and Nicole in his room.
"Melanie" Mark started "are you a good mother? A good mother teaches her daughter isn't that correct?"
Mark continued, his gaze fixed on Melanie.
"Uh... yes," Melanie stammers, "of course she does. I mean, um, we do."
"What does a good mother teach her daughter?" Mark asks calmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"A good mother teaches her daughter valuable life lessons, doesn't she?"
Melanie nods, swallowing nervously. "Yes, of course. But what does that have to do with anything?"
Mark turned to Nicole "are you a virgin?" Nicole quivered then she whispered "Yes I am Master"
"Have you ever been touched by a boy? Maybe a girl" Mark asked. Nicole quivered again "yes with Peter under the bleachers" she whispered.
"It's OK little one we are just talking" Mark said with a devious smile. "Have you ever Masterbated" Nicole blushed a deep shade of red "I have, I don't think I did it right though"
Mark looked Melanie in the eyes "I don't think someone is doing their job"
Melanie looked puzzled then her eyes widened in realization. "That can't be true" she stammered.
"You have taught your daughter nothing" Mark scolded. "You've failed her as a woman and a mother, haven't you?"
Melanie's eyes teared up as she looked down at the carpet "Yes, I suppose that i have"
"It's alright" Mark said putting his arm around her. "It's never too late to teach" and Melanie looked at him and smiled deeply at his words.
"We should start teaching her now, shouldn't we?"
Mark's heart skipped a beat as he realized the implications of Melanie's suggestion. The idea of being able to experience intimate moments with both Melanie and Nicole thrilled him beyond measure. He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening at the thought of the opportunity presented to him.
"You're right," he replied, his voice hushed with anticipation. "We should do this together."
Melanie nodded, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Yes, we should," she agreed, her voice trembling slightly. "I know that I can learn so much from you, and I'm sure Nicole feels the same way."
Mark couldn't hide his growing anticipation as he watched the mother and daughter exchange a knowing glance. The bond between them was tangible, and he could feel the connection drawing him deeper into their world.
"Alright," he agreed, his voice hushed with excitement. "Let's begin."
Mark laid down on the bed. Melanie climbed onto of him. His hard cock penetrating her deeply.
Nicole watches eagerly as Melanie mounts Mark, straddling him with her eyes shut tight as she sinks down onto his rock-hard erection. Their bodies joined, creating a rhythmic dance of ecstasy, as their pelvises collide in perfect harmony.
"Well teach her Melanie " Shirley said watching from a chair her fingers rubbing across her own clit.
"Use those big beautiful tits on her"
"Nicole," Melanie urges, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Come closer."
Nicole hesitates for a moment, her eyes locked on the mesmerizing spectacle before her. The sight of her mother riding Mark's erection fills her with a mixture of awe and desire.
"You don't have to be afraid," Melanie whispers, reaching out to touch her daughter's cheek.
"Pay attention. We are doing this for you"
Melanie said with a reassuring smile.
Nicole nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. She moved closer to stand beside her mother, her gaze locked on their intimate union. Mark watched them intently, his heart pounding with excitement.
"You see," Melanie explained gently, "a man's pleasure lies within his penis." She placed her delicate fingers around Mark's engorged shaft, stroking it softly.
"Feel this, little one," she whispered in Nicole's ear. "This is the source of all pleasure for a man."
Nicole watched intently, her eyes glued to the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before her. The sight of her mother pleasuring Mark filled her with a strange mix of excitement and apprehension.
"Now, observe closely," Melanie said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
"This is how you stimulate a man's pleasure."
With practiced ease, Melanie expertly massaged Mark's shaft using both hands, gradually increasing the intensity of her strokes. Her fingers danced around his sensitive areas, causing ripples of pleasure to radiate through his entire body.
"See how my hands move?" Melanie asked, looking directly at Nicole. "Remember this technique; it's crucial for your future pleasure."
Nicole nodded, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anticipation.
She focused her gaze on their intertwined forms, watching as Melanie's hands skillfully maneuvered Mark's pulsating erection. Each stroke of her fingers brought forth a low, guttural moan from Mark's lips, further fueling Nicole's arousal.
"You see, Nicole," Melanie continued, her voice hushed with excitement, "this is the art of giving pleasure.
It's a skill that every woman should master. And as mothers, it's our duty to pass this knowledge on to our daughters."
Nicole nodded, her gaze locked on the mesmerizing spectacle before her. The sight of her mother riding Mark's erection filled her with a strange mix of awe and desire. She watched as Melanie expertly massaged Mark's shaft using both hands, gradually increasing the intensity of her strokes.
Nicole's breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her mother's dexterous hands bring Mark to the brink of ecstasy.
"Now, observe closely," Melanie breathed huskily, her voice resonating with excitement.
As Melanie expertly manipulated Mark's cock, Nicole couldn't help but feel a stirring of arousal within her.
She watched with rapt attention as her mother demonstrated the techniques necessary to provide a man with intense pleasure.
"Now, pay special attention to this part," Melanie instructed, her voice quivering with passion. "This is known as the 'head' or 'glans,' and it holds the most sensitivity."
Nicole nodded, her focus intensifying as she observed Melanie's delicate fingers graze the tip of Mark's engorged member. The sight of her mother pleasuring Mark in such an intimate manner was both thrilling and intimidating.
Yet, Nicole couldn't resist the urge to watch the captivating spectacle unfold before her. As Melanie expertly massaged Mark's shaft with both hands, gradually increasing the intensity of her strokes, Nicole's breathing quickened, and her heart pounded in her chest.
"You see, Nicole," Melanie breathed huskily, her voice quivering with passion, "this is the art of giving pleasure.
Each night Melanie taught Nicole. Sometimes Shirley helped. A new family tradition.
When the week was over they returned home. A month later Shirley announced she was retiring and sadly it was time for Mark to go also.
"You can't stay too long in one place" he mused. "Becoming stagnate makes you vulnerable