A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 14
18 Years ago...
Heather O' Brien stretched beneath the covers of the duvet, sleepily opening her eyes. Pulling back the covers she swung her long smooth legs out of the bed and sat up. She felt her long brunette hair tickling over her shoulders, all the way down to her lower back. Absently she toyed with it, twirling it around her fingers. She ran her hands around her firm C-cup breasts, then over her flat tummy. Standing up she ran her hands out over her wide hips. She smiled. She had a perfect figure.
Heather glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 9.30 a.m. Carl would be at the office by now, earning a wage, providing for them both. It seemed strange to Heather that she didn't have anywhere to be, no job to go to. She felt like she used to, that she should be out doing something. But no, that was silly. She had always stayed at home. That was how Carl had wanted it. After all she was just a woman. As Carl had always said, all good women should stay at home and tend to their men.
Wrapping a pink satin dressing gown around her fit slender body, Heather opened the wardrobe doors. Curiously she fingered Carl's array of suits, jackets and pants. The feel of the fabric, even the smell, felt so familiar. But of course they did, they were Carl's. She closed the wardrobe again, wondering why she had opened it in the first place. No, Carl always placed the clothes she should wear on the back of the chair at the dresser table.
Heather walked over to the dresser table, the short pink gown swishing at her hips. Sure enough there was a garment draped over the back of the dresser chair. Heather picked it up in her slender hands, holding it to the light. It was a lacy black maid's outfit with white ruffles. It was so pretty! She would look great in this, and she was sure that Carl would be unable to resist her once she had it on.
Excitedly Heather made her way to the bathroom to get showered. She couldn't wait to get dressed in her new outfit.
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Heather sat at her dresser table as she carefully applied her make-up. Her green eyes fluttered as she drew her lashes out with long sweeps of her mascara brush. She remembered what Carl had told her. That women should keep themselves sexy and attractive for their men at all times.
Heather was a little shakey in applying her make-up and it took her several attempts to get it just right. She pouted her pink painted lips as she stared at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, finally satisfied with the results. It seemed strange that even now, at 31, she had a little trouble with make-up. After all she could clearly remember her teenage years, and her father's disapproval as she had gone out in her make-up and a far-too-revealing outfit. She could even remember as a little girl, her mother making up her face for her as a special treat.
Getting up from the dresser, Heather stared down at her shapely body, admiring her C-cup breasts as they rose and fell under her black lace bra. She had selected the bra along with a matching pair of panties to go with her maid's outfit. As she picked up the revealing garment, Heather could feel a tingling sensation between her legs. She could well imagine what might happen when Carl got home and saw her dressed like this.
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Heather heard the key turning in the lock of the front door and immediately felt her pulse quickening with excitement. Carl was home! She quickly checked her outfit. Her maid's outfit clung to her feminine
curves, her bra lifting her breasts into an eye-catching cleavage. The hem of the outfit flared out in layered black and white lace ruffles and was short enough to show the garters holding up her stockings. She had also selected a 4-inch pair of high-heels, knowing that Carl would approve.
She took hold of her feather duster and bent over, feeling her garter straps tugging on her black silk stockings. She made a play of dusting the coffee table in the living room, ensuring that when Carl entered he would catch a good glimpse of her exposed backside and her lacy black panties.
"Mmmmm delicious," Carl Simmons groaned as his large hands ran over Heather's smooth backside. Heather giggled, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her from behind. Carl pulled her up, twisting her at the waist so that he could passionately kiss her, his tongue practically down her throat.
"Mmmmmm," Heather purred as she returned her lover's kiss. She felt Carl's hands groping her tits through her outfit and could feel her nipples beginning to harden. She longed to submit to Carl, to feel his large penis inside her. But she knew how Carl liked to be greeted. She would have to wait before she took her pleasure.
Heather slid round in Carl's strong embrace, staring up at his handsome face as she ran her hands over his stubbled cheek. She knew his face so well, as if it were her own.
Carl reached for his belt as Heather slid down to her knees before him. Carl unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, pulling his flacid cock out, holding it inches from Heather's face. Heather's green eyes stared up at Carl as she parted her pink lips and took his penis into her mouth.
"Aaaahhhhhh," Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back. Heather closed her eyes as she began to suck, drawing her lips up and down Carl's lengthening shaft. It felt warm and thick and she loved the sensation of it hardening in her mouth.
Heather, kneeling in her French maid's uniform, bobbed her head, eagerly sucking on Carl's now fully erect penis. Carl groaned above her, running his hands through Heather's silky brown hair.
"That feels good, you've turned out to be a great cocksucker," Carl purred. Heather loved the compliment and moaned an approval, bobbing her head even faster.
Heather ran her hands up the back of Carl's legs, up to his toned backside as she noisely sucked on his cock. After several minute she heard Carl groan as his body began to tense.
"Mmmmmmm, Yesssssss!"
Heather felt Carl's stiff cock begin to throb in her mouth, sending jets of hot cum to the back of her throat. Heather moaned, swallowing, as she milked Carl's cock with her small hand, drinking every last drop.
"Gooooood," Carl soothed as he watched Heather lick his softening penis. "Now go and wait for me in the bedroom."
Heather stood up, licking her lips clean of Carl's tasty cum and excitedly hurried off, her heels clacking across the floor.
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"What exactly have you been doing all day?"
Heather cried out as she felt Carl's hand slap across her cheek. "I leave you with strict instruction to clean the house, and I come home to find the bathroom and kitchen still in a mess."
"I... I'm sorry...." Heather sobbed, nursing her bruised cheek.
"Sorry is not good enough, you need to learn your place!"
Heather gasped at the shock of Carl's hand on her cheek once more, this time she fell helplessly back onto the bed.
"I bet you've spent all afternoon playing with that useless pussy you have between your legs," Carl barked as he clambered onto the bed, forcing Heather's legs apart.
"No....no..." Heather sobbed, tears streaking her soft cheeks.
"I should have expected this from a useless whore like you!" Carl reached up under the hem of Heather's outfit, grasping the waistband of her panties with one hand. With a sharp painful yank he ripped them clean from Heather's body.
Heather gripped the bedsheets helplessly as Carl tugged his pants down, his stiff cock bobbing between his legs. He held her thighs open, her garters stretching as he guided his hard member to her pussy. With a muffled grunt Carl wedged his cock into Heather's vagina.
As Carl ground away atop her, Heather couldn't help thinking that he was right. She was useless and deserved to be punished. Tomorrow she would try and do better.
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That night Heather sat on the edge of the bed alone whilst Carl showered in the bathroom. She wore a revealling red baby-doll chemise as she knew that Carl would want to have her again before bed.
Reaching over Heather took her diary out of the bedside drawer and pulled the pink ribbon open that bound its cover. She would often keep a diary of the day's events, when she could remember. At least she thought she did. As she opened the diary she found that this appeared to be her first entry. Heather absently ran a finger along the spine, feeling rough edges, almost as if pages had been torn from the front of the book.
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Several months later...
After getting showered Heather got herself dressed in the tight red-mini-dress that Carl liked. It clung tightly to her breasts and was barely long enough to cover her firm buttocks. She didn't worry about wearing any panties, as she figured Carl would probably use her body for his pleasure again after dinner.
Heather hurried in the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on the time, knowing how Carl would react if his dinner was served late. Her nervous haste would prove to be a mistake.
"What is this crap?" Carl flung the dinner tray up into the air, sending food spiralling to the floor in all directions. Heather recoiled, instinctively guarding her face.
"It's barely cooked!" Carl shouted as he rose from the sofa. He rose his right hand, gritting his teeth as Heather trembled before him.
Quite to Heather's surprise Carl suddenly stoppped, the anger in his eyes almost instantly melting away. Heather lowered her arms, nervously trying to gauge Carl's mood. He smiled at her. Then he began to laugh.
"Wha....what is it?" Heather asked, her pulse still racing.
"What is it?" Carl beamed. "Why, something wonderful!" Without hesitation Carl swept Heather into his arms, delicately kissing her dry, cracked lips. Heather's relief allowed her a brief nervous smile. She watched with curiosity as Carl closed his eyes, deep in concentration as he pressed the palm of his right hand to her tummy. Finally his eyes opened and he spoke.
"You're pregnant."
...continued in Chapter 15
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