Sweet Mary (closed)

[Niceandbrutal]

Her answering laughter was a sound that simultaneously lifted his spirit and made him despair. To see and hear her so happy and knowing that he'd caused it was the best feeling a man could have. The despair was plain and simple. She was married to his best friend, and she wasn't treated right.

Worse, he'd seen the look on her face. She was one of the most innocent and sincere souls he'd ever encountered and he was starting to deeply regret his scheme of using her to gain donations. Will had always regarded himself as something of a cynic, but she had unwittingly, just being who she was, broken down his defenses.

And then the words tumbled out of her mouth:
“I love... I l-love th-that you’re teaching me.” Will wasn't fooled for a second. He could see it in her eyes and body language. Oh boy. This was a complication he did not need. At the same time, he was weighing his options. What if he backed out of the mayoral race? What if he managed to convince her to file for divorce? Or if he convinced Ben of the same? Or both?

But he had promised Ben to help him. And... well, that was it, really. His own pride forbade him to give up the race. And yet, he would trade everything in the world to be with this wonderful woman. He hugged her tighter as the awkward silence between them grew stale. Dared he say it? "I love..." his courage failed him, and so he used the same way out she had chosen. "I love teaching you," he said, gently stroking her hair.

To not get overcome by emotions, he started going through their session, analyzing and giving feedback and a whole lot of praise. But as he spoke of the sex in technical mechanistic terms, he felt like he was cheapening the experience they'd just had together. And a little flame of defiance lit inside him.

"Listen Mary, what I am about to tell you now may be the most important thing you will hear today. And it's important that you think about what I tell you. In fact," he smiled wryly, "consider it an order from me that you reflect on what I tell you now."

"You are your own person. You can make decisions by yourself for yourself. If Ben tells you to do something you don't like or want to do, you may tell him 'no'. If your parents try to meddle and order you around on their own behalf or on Ben's behalf, you may still say 'no' if you don't want to do as they say. You are free to do your own thing, free to make mistakes, free to make it on your own. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Somewhere during that speech, tears had formed in his eyes and his voice was quavering. He feared she'd been so thoroughly brainwashed that she would not grasp what he was trying to tell her.

 

[charitybimbo]

Something was bothering Will, she could see that. He had been so happy, and now he was thinking, worrying. She bit her lip. Was it something she had said? Something she had done? But he had just said that it was the best sex that he had ever had. Was he starting to wonder about what they were doing? After all, he was Ben’s best friend, and she had only been married for a couple of days.

Then he said he loved teaching her, and there was something hesitant about it. He held her tight.

She kissed him, pressing her naked body against him.

“This is what Ben wanted,” she whispered. “It’s not wrong.”

She was trying to convince herself as much as Will, she realized. Her mother had been very clear - she was to obey, no matter what her new husband asked of her. And Ben had been just as clear - she was to obey Will as if he was her husband. It FELT wrong, but no matter how she looked at it, she was doing what she had been told by the people who God had ordained that she obey.

She listened as Will went on, discussing what they had just done. When he talked about how she could touch him differently, she caressed his cock, trying his suggestions. He wasn’t hard, but it still felt nice, touching him, and she listened carefully.

Of course, Will could see that she was hardly listening at all. She was just staring, falling for him. She was grateful for the excuse to touch his cock. She was like someone who had eaten until they were full, but still wanted the taste and feel of eating.

Then he got very serious. He started talking to her about being her own person, making decisions, saying no. Even to Ben. She giggled nervously at the suggestion. If what they had done felt wrong, she knew disobeying her husband WAS wrong. He clearly knew it too, he sounded like he was going to start crying.

“Stop it,” she said. “I have to obey him, as long as he’s my husband.”

She nuzzled against him, kissing his throat. For a moment, she thought about the last thing she had said. As long as Ben was her husband. What if he wasn't? Divorce was out of the question, but she had heard of them cancelling a marriage, somehow. Annulling it, that was it. She sighed. They wouidn't annul the marriage just because she thought she liked another man better.

“How can I make you feel better?” she smiled.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

“Stop it, I have to obey him, as long as he’s my husband.”
The words hit him like he'd been slapped. And yet there was a glimmer of hope in what she said. As long as he was her husband. A thought occurred to him. What if he managed to convince one, the other, or preferably both of them to settle for an annulment or a divorce? What then of the mayoral race? What then about Ben and himself?

“How can I make you feel better?”
Will had fallen for her, and hard. There were no two ways about it. At the same time, he was no noble angel. He'd noticed how she seemed to relish touching his dick and he'd noticed the look in her eyes. He had a pretty shrewd idea about what was going on inside of her head. She was falling from him. She was still horny. But she clung to the belief that she'd have to obey Ben in everything he said. And she was under his orders now, as ordered by Ben.

It was an absurd situation, one he hadn't foreseen with all his scheming. Still, he might as well get some cold comfort if he couldn't have her.

"Sometimes, Mary, a man will expect for the woman to be the active part in bed. If we are to use you to get donors, you will have to know how to please a man who expects you to do the whole job. My dick is flaccid right now. I want you to get it hard and then I want you to get on top of me and ride me. Do you understand?"

He laid back and watch her work with her hands and mouth. Sad though he was, he was still a redblooded and virile man, and her labours bore fruit with a few small corrections from him.

And then she mounted him, gently and eagerly positioning his dick and sinking down on him. As she sank to the hilt he told her; "Stop. Don't move." It was sublime torture being engulfed by her, and he wanted to just tear into her and fuck her into oblivion. But she needed to know this.

"Now in this position, many women make a mistake. For most women, getting off is easier if they move back and forth more than up and down. For a man, that movement alone is rarely enough to get off. So you need to pay attention to the man. If he is lying still, he expects you to do all the work. For him to get off, a brisk up and down motion is needed. You can get leverage by locking your feet above his knees and push up with your legs. If you want to put on a show, lean backwards and let him watch those magnificent tits of yours bounce up and down. Or you can lean forward and squash those tits on his breast while you kiss him. Here you can also use your arms to move up and down, in and out. Let's try those two options now. Ride me."

And ride him she did. After a few adjustments she rode him like a pro leaning backwards. Will lost himself in the visual feast of the beautiful young woman working up a fresh sweat while bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Very good," he said after a while. "Now come forward and kiss me. Remember that I still am not moving, so you need to do all the work. Notice how the movements you need to do are slightly different."

She squashed her big, soft, and firm breasts on his chest and kissed him. With some adjusting for height differences, she again rode him like a pro. He stopped her again. "Now, if the man you're with is worth a damn, he will try to move against you so he can help you reach a climax with him.

Will grabbed her ass with both hands and started thrusting back. "Since I am moving in and out, you are now free to move back and forth so that your clit gets more stimulation." He pushed against her and felt her instinctively starting to grind against him. He let her climax twice before he stopped her again.

"One more riding position to teach you," he said. "Get off my dick, stand up, turn around, impale yourself on my dick while facing my feet. This may not be the best position for you, but it offers the man a great view of his dick sliding in and out of you." And the view was great, no doubt about that.

But she was sweating and her skin was flushed and he was yet to come. And he was feeling bad for letting her do most of the work, so he told her to stop and get off. "You did very well, Mary. Fortunately, most men like to take a more active part in livemaking, so it's only the lazy or spoiled men who will insist on you doing all of the work. And so, I have saved the best for last."

He instructed her to get on all four and then got behind her. "THIS position is the favourite with many men. It allows us full control and we go deeper, and we get to wat h our dicks slide in and out of you. He positioned himself behind her, his dick throbbing between her thighs.

He slowly pushed inside of her, sinking all the way to the hilt. He could swear the tip of his dick grazed her cervix. "Now in this position, you may do all the work with less effort than with riding. Some men prefer to do all of the work, while many work together. For now, I want you to just relax and let me take care of things."

And he started moving out of her, and then back in. She was still sopping wet, so it wasn't difficult to set a brisk pace fairly quickly. Will had already come once, so he could go at it longer and harder this time around. And he pumped in and out of her like a piston, an animalistic sense of want and entitlement spurring him on. He pushed her head down, enjoying the sight of her face, halfway covered by hair, her eyes shut and her mouth open, moaning deeply. He watched his dick sliding in and out of her, seeming to split her body down the middle.

And oh my god it was so GOOD! His whole body was on fire, and the onset of his second orgasm started creeping up on him. He wondered dimly if she would like it if he spanked her or put a finger in her butt, but he let that pass for now. Right now his body seemed to take on a mind of its own and pumped her like a jackhammer, chasing the second orgasm.

And suddenly all the sensations threatened to overcome him, and he roared as he for the second time emptied his loins inside his best friend's wife. He blacked out for two seconds, his hands clenching her hip, his dick buried to the hilt inside her as his dick throbbed and quivered inside of her.

And then he collapsed, overcome with exhaustion. He semi-consciously grabbed for her and embraced her, cuddling her and kissing her shoulders, neck, mouth. He lingered, kissing her deeply and fervently, but feeling very exhausted and drowsy all of a sudden. Their lips slid apart and he held her body against his as sleep overtook him.

Not thinking clearly, he kissed her and muttered half asleep "I love you..." before snoring deeply against her.

 

[charitybimbo]

Mary watched him closely, and she could see something was still bothering him. She hoped she hadn't done anything wrong. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for him to tell her what it was she had done. It was a strange feeling. She never wanted to do anything wrong, of course, but she had been asked to learn so many things since she had been married that it was impossible to keep up. With Ben, she never had time to wonder. As soon as she did anything, he was barking at her. She never knew quite what to do differently, and he never gave her the chance to ask.

With Will, she thought she had been doing well. Now he was frowning and thinking and she wanted to cheer him up. She just needed to know how. At last, he started talking. About taking a more active role. She nodded her head, eager to please, even if she wasn't sure how.

First he wanted her to make his dick hard. She'd never been faced with that problem before, but when she looked confused, he smiled and let her figure out what worked. Touching him, stroking him, squeezing him. He liked that. When she kissed his cock, and licked it, he really seemed to like that. Then she put him in her mouth, and she felt his heartbeat, and with every beat, he seemed to get bigger and harder. She started stroking him with her mouth, moaning excitedly as she got to feel and see him getting harder.

When he cleared his throat, she remembered getting him hard was only part of the job he had given her. She mounted him, and after a few fumbling seconds, she got his cock positioned just right, and she sank down on it. She had gotten so excited playing with his cock, it slid in easily, and she shuddered in excitement. He told her to freeze, and she did. It was agony. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and it took everything she had to just hold still.

Then he explained to her what he wanted her to do.

"I think that's what Ben was trying to say," she said, thoughtfully, as she started to push her body up and down. It was not the movement her instinct called for, but the look on Will's face made it worth it. And it felt like heaven, even if it was a little awkward. She tried the variations he suggested. She giggled nervously as she leaned back, but the way his eyes widened as her tits bounced told her she was getting it right.

It was easier to lean over him, getting her arms into play. She was fucking him fast, now, her pussy made wet splatting sounds as their bodies slapped together, and she felt like she was about to cum again when he told her to kiss him. She almost wept with joy at the command, and kissed him so eagerly that for several seconds she forgot she was supposed to be fucking him, too.

She started up as soon as she realized, and soon she was able to fuck him and kiss him without either action suffering too badly from the other. She knew she would need lots of practice, but the idea didn't bother her at all.

Then he started helping, and it was like a whole new world opened up for her. She was close to cumming when he stopped her again and told her to turn around. She obediently turned herself around, and started fucking. Again, it was a different set of movements she had to master, but when she looked over her shoulder at him, she could see he was enjoying it, so she fucked him as hard as she could.

Then he stopped her again, and had her get on her hands and knees. She started laughing when he told her this was the position a lot of men liked best.

"Maybe... next time... start with... this," she panted. Then he pushed into her, and she couldn't speak. She just gasped and shivered, and when he started stroking her, she started wailing with pleasure. Most of the other positions were better, as far as the way his body entered hers, and stimulated her clit, but after a long workout, this was bliss. All she had to do was enjoy it, and within a minute of him entering her from behind she was screaming with pleasure again.

There weren't even any words. It was just animal howling, but he could understand everything. He knew better than she did that she was cumming, and that she was learning to associate that supreme pleasure with him. He knew, too, that she couldn't separate the sexual pleasure from the emotions that she was feeling. Every time he made her cum, every time he let her make him cum, it simply cemented her attachment.

All she knew was that she wanted to touch and kiss and suck and fuck Will as often as possible for the rest of her life. He fell over her and kissed her and hold her so tight she thought he was trying to pull her into him. She wished her could, and she wriggled back into his embrace, feeling his cock still inside her.

"I love you," he said. Then he snored.

Mary held her breath, not daring to move, not wanting to change anything. A moment before she had been exhausted, ready to collapse, barely able to think. Those words were like an electric shock, though. It woke her up, and she shivered with excitement. There was guilt, too. She was married. He shouldn't love her. She definitely shouldn't love him...

She did, though. She couldn't pretend not to.

After a small eternity, she slipped out of bed. She dressed and went to find Lali. She just said she wanted to do something to make Will happy, and Lali sighed. They circled the topic for a while before Lali told her what to do, and Mary blushed. It was embarrassing, but as soon as Lali said it, she knew she wanted to do it.

When Will woke up the next morning, he found Mary between his legs, kneeling over him, sucking his cock.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Will woke up some hours later. He was alone in bed and night had fallen. He checked the livestream the detectives had set up on Ben. From a drone, a gopro camera recorded the debauchery going on in a certain hotel room. Ben was sniffing blow from between the breasts of a beautiful young black girl while a blonde girl was frantically blowing him.

Ben always made lurid references to blow-and-blow, and Will finally understood what he meant. Will made sure the footage was saved and ran facial recognition on the two women. The black girl was a high-end lical callgirl, name of Yolanda Smith. The blonde was a minor celebrity for all the wrong reasons, a scandalous young Lady, daughter of some british nobleman or other. The press knew her only as Lindsey, or Lindy. Ugh. If this got leaked... Ben would lose any chance of running for mayor and it would drive a wedge between him and Mary or so Will thought, though the level of brainwashing she'd been subjected to was disconcerting.

Will ate a light meal before going back to bed, kind of missing Mary's company, though he'd heard her and Lali talking without catching the subject of discussion. As he was drowsy and on the verge of falling asleep, he started awake. Hadn't he said something...? He knew how he felt for Mary and he knew what she felt for him. But he had promised himself not to complicate things. At the same time, he had a vague recollection of honesty and sincerity with her before going to sleep.

Mulling this over, he fell asleep. He dreamt about flying past a hotel room where Ben was fucking a mirror before spotting Mary walking along the beach alone, crying. He flew to her and she saw him and he fell right into her warmth between her legs and it felt so real and-

He blinked awake, puzzled. That had felt so real. So real in fact that... hang on. He looked down his body and was rewarded with the sight of Mary engulfing his morning wood with her mouth, looking up at him with those big soft impossibly innocent eyes.

A big lazy, horny grin spread across his face. My, but she was eager! Quick learner too. "Good morning sw- Mary," he corrected himself. "You are getting really good at that." He lay there for a while, enjoying the motion, the feel of her lips, and her tongue licking and caressing his shaft. She seemed more perceptive to his responses and he didn't have to say a word to her to correct her this time. He decided to let her bring him all the way to a climax with her mouth. He gently stroked her hair and muttered "oh yes", before her ministrations slowly but surely first rendered him speechless before he started grunting and moaning with pleasure.

He decided against asking her to speed up, as a maddeningly steady rhythm could result in a bigger orgasm when he was so consistently teased. And so, it took almost ten minutes before he grabbed her head and roared his pleasure to the world. He sank back on the pillow and let the orgasm wash over and through him. What a way to start the day! What a sweet and unselfish gesture!

At that moment he lost his heart to her a little bit more. "That was magnificent," he exclaimed as soon as he could speak coherently. "But now it's your turn! On your back and spread your legs for me, woman," he said in a light tone. And he knelt down and started licking her flower, slowly but firmly. He licked and teased her until he felt she wasopen and wet enough for him before slowly inserting his middle finger and ring finger, palm facing upwards. When he was deep inside her, he curled his fingers and extended them again, he started slowly fucking her with his finger as he at the same time curled his fingers inside her and licked her clit at the same time. Will wanted to test her limits again. Mary was in for a long morning.

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At around noon, Ben was woken up by a somewhat irritable and annoyed black woman asking him to roll over so she could get her dress and leave. Seeing her standing before him only clad in lingerie, Ben got hard and made a grab for her, which she deftly avoided. "You got your money's worth last night. Fuck HER if you're that horny," the black woman said, pointing at the blonde lightly snoring next to him.

Ben shrugged and rolled over, releasing the call girl's dress. She helped herself to some of the snacks in the fridge before leaving him alone with the blonde. He positioned himself between the blonde's legs and stuck his dick in her. She woke up as he started fucking her and she looked at him, shrugged, and helped herself to some more coke to get in the mood. 3 minutes later he ejaculated, leaving her hanging high and dry, denied any release.

It was with a reserved demeanor the bllnde dressed and left Ben's room. Ben, oblivious to any wrongdoing on his part, ordered room service breakfast, only to be told in a snooty condescendjng way that they had stopped serving breakfast 2 hours ago, but that they were sure he could find something off of the menu anyway.

Still high on himself and a new sniff of cocaine, Ben was delighted to see the young woman from room service. He invited her in and told her to join him for breakfast, his eyes never leaving her cleavage. When she declined he got aggressive, and only her shouts for help and the swift arrival of hotel security stopped him from raping her. The police came for him and unceremoniously handcuffed him and dragged him away. One hour later, Ben was frantically calling Will to be bailed out.

At last Will picked up the phone.

 

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Mary bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically, cooing in excitement when she saw him waking up. The look on his face when he saw her was the best thing she had ever seen in her life. It was lucky that she had her mouth full of his cock or she would have ended up saying all sorts of things that she probably shouldn't.

She noticed that this time he wasn't instructing her, but the groans and the way his legs tensed and his eyes widened or half-closed were all teaching her. Faster, slower. Sucking. Licking. She was exploring his pleasure, seeing what he liked, learning how to read him. She almost hoped it would never stop, she thought.

After a little, she tried to throat him again, and this time, it wasn't as bad. She was ready for the choking feeling, and after a couple of tries, she was able to get him past it. After taking him all the way, she pulled back, gasping, coughing, grinning proudly. She pumped his cock in her fist while she caught her breath, and soon, he was cumming in her mouth. It was delicious.

After, he went down on her. She was so excited it took barely a touch for her to cum, but he didn't stop. He kept going until she begged him to stop. She knew he had said it was ok, but she was still ashamed. He should be able to do what he wanted to her body, she thought. Before she could say anything, though, he turned to answer his phone. It had been ringing for what seemed like hours.

When Will told her Ben was in jail, she started to panic. Surely this was her fault, somehow. Here she was, wallowing in bliss with another man while her husband was being arrested. If she had been with him to do her duty, he wouldn't have had to try to attack the maid at the hotel.

"Of course I'm coming!" she told Will, when he offered to let her stay behind. She put on a pretty little sundress and high heeled sandals, fixed her hair and makeup, and was ready to go.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Will saw her mounting panic as the news hit home. It was a sign of her deep devotion to the institution of marriage and Ben, though undeserved, that she never questioned why he was arrested at a hotel assaulting a maid instead of at the clinic like he'd told them.

Will took his time showering and dressing, not in a hurry to come to the aid of his deceitful friend. As much as he wanted to twist the knife in Mary by pointing out just how deceitful Ben had been, he looked at her dace and saw panic and guilt.

In the car, Will gently tried assuring Mary that this was not her fault, and that Ben in fact had dismissed both Will and Mary because he needed to "rest up". Why he hadn't come back to Will's mansion after being released from the clinic, Will had no idea. Or so he told Mary. She'd had a steep learning curve, and she needed to figure out some things by herself in due time.

Inside the police station, and they could hear Ben shouting to the heavens about entrapment, unjust arrest, how the girl had no business wearing such a provocative outfit, and on and on it went. Present too was a weeping young woman dressed in a partially torn maid's uniform. A police woman and an older woman, her mother by the looks of it, sat on either side of her, trying to consoke her.

Will halted and said in a low voice to Mary; "OK, if this story gets out, there goes Ben's chance of winning the mayoral race. I need you to step up, Mary. Try to talk to the girl," he pointed to the maid, "and see if we can make this right for her. Offer her a fully paid scholarship at any school of her choice, or a job at my mansion, or anything really as long as she agrees to drop any and all charges against Ben."

Will headed for the desk and said he was here on behalf of Ben, and that he was more than willing to settle this with someone in authority. A few discretely greased palms later, and Will was negotiating with the chief of police about releasing Ben and dropping all charges. On his way to the office, Ben had caught sight of Will, and he was now shouting Will's name over and over again like a mantra.

After some pleasant talk, some delicious rum, and discrete hints of police charities needing funds, Will and the chief of police headed to the holding cells to release Ben.

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Ben was about to lay into Will for making him wait until he saw the look of revulsion on Will's face. Worse, Will told him that he'd had detectives following him and FILMING his indiscretions with dtones. Will further lay into Ben about lying to Mary to have an evening of girls and booze and coke. Will had Ben's attention to such an extent that he heard nor saw nothing else.

Ben swallowed his feeling of righteous anger and asked Will to not mention the girls he'd been messing around with. It was then that Will stepped aside, revealing Mary standing behind him. How long she'd been standing there and how much she'd heard, Ben had no idea.

And so, he reverted to his tried and tested resort, his charm. Putting on his most dazzling smile, he beamed at his wife. "Mary! You didn't have to come down here. Has- uh, has Will treated you well?"

 

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Mary was in a whirl most of the way to the police station, but Will was finally able to calm her down. What he said made sense, it was true. Ben HAD sent them away. He had pretty much insisted that they leave him at the clinic, after she had tried to take care of his needs. She blushed when she thought about it. She had made love to him in the hospital, but it had been so awkward. Now she could see why, because Will had taught her. She bit her lip and looked at him.

She wanted to please him as much as she wanted to please Ben. She wanted to be with him, far more than she did with Ben. He was fun, smart, nice. He made her feel good.

But Ben was her husband. She sighed. Ben was her husband. As long as he told her to obey Will, she could let Will teach her, but once he told her to stop. She thought she was going to to start crying the moment she imagined life with Ben and without Will. When they reached the hospital, though, Will told her to go and talk to the girl Ben had attacked. He wanted her not to talk to the press, and he wanted Mary to make it happen.

She went and stood by the girl and her mother for a moment, awkwardly, unsure what to say. Finally, the girl's mother looked up at her, angry and confused, and Mary took a deep breath.

"I'm Mary," she said. "I... Ben's my husband. We... we were just married. I... I'm so sorry for what happened." The mother's hostility was growing by the moment, but the maid just looked frightened. Mary sat on the other side of the girl and took her hand.

"May I just sit with you?" she said softly. "I know you must hate me right now. You must think I'm a terrible woman to be married to a man like that, but... I'm just like you, really. And Ben's not a monster. He's actually a nice man. It's just... I haven't been... you know... a very good wife. He got sunburned and I.... He was upset. He would never do something like this normally."

"I know you're good people," she said to the girl. "I know how bad this was, but if you go to the press, you'll destroy him. He made a terrible mistake, I know, but it was a mistake. I promise you he'll never hurt you again. Can you find it in your heart to forgive him? You don't want to destroy a man because he was upset with his wife, do you?"

"Will you pray with me?" she said, speaking to the mother now. "Pray for the Lord to protect you, pray for the courage to do what is right. Pray for deliverance from this terrible time. In Jesus name."

She could see them softening, and she clasped her hands together, kneeling on the dirty hospital floor, praying. After they had prayed for a few minutes, she took the girls' hand.

"Did you ever want to go to college?" she said.

The mother rolled her eyes, and the girl laughed.

"You could go," Mary said. "I could make sure you wouldn't have to pay for it."

"If we keep quiet?" the mother said.

Mary lowered her eyes, ashamed of what she was doing. But the girl turned to her mother, and whispered with her. Finally they agreed, and Mary told them to wait until she came back. She went to find Will, and he was talking to Ben.

She heard them talking about whores and drugs, and Ben begging Will not to tell her.

When he saw her, he started stammering, and the tears filled her eyes.

"Why?" she said, her voice thick with hurt. "I would have done anything you wanted. I did do everything you asked, and I know I wasn't very good at it, but you never gave me the chance to learn, Ben. Anything those... those other women did, I would've done for you, just to make you happy. I just wanted to make you happy. I just wanted to be a good wife."

She realized what she was saying. Would have. Would she still? Wanted to be a good wife. Did she still? That was when the tears started to flow. And she didn't think about it, she just turned to Will.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Ouch. "Would have." Will winced visibly as he picked up on the past tense. Ben was doing less than stellar all around today. Will felt like he was at a diverging path. Stand up for and cover for Ben, or drive a wedge deeper between them. The last 24 hours had been his most pleasurable ever. Mary was a fast and eager learner, and she responded well when treated with respect, patience, and understanding. Her devotion was beyond reproach, albeit in a twisted brainwashed way, but that was why Will had chosen her to begin with. And that's when the answer came to him.

Turning to Mary and gently seizing her hand, he looked into her eyes and spoke to her. "Mary, both you and I are disappointed in Ben's behaviour. He's lied to us and he's been sleeping with other women. But you have, albeit on his orders, slept with me. And you seemed to enjoy it." He paused for emphasis, then continued: "In the election process, there will be times when both Ben, you, and I may have to do unsavory things to keep ahead in the race. Consider this a test. A test of your devotion to Ben and his position"

Saying the words made Will cringe inside. He felt dirty, like he was The Devil corrupting an innocent. He pressed on regardless: "We may call on you to make nice with potential donors for Ben's election. It will be on Ben's orders. Or mine. It- it's for for your benefit as well as his. Being the mayor's wife comes with a price."

Will was blushing now, ashamed. He wanted Mary to wake up, yell at them both, and leave them. He wanted for her to press for a divorce as he all but told her she would basically function as a highly paid prostitute.

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Ben listened with rapt attention as Will gently corrupted Mary. The man was good, he had to give him that. As Will went on, he saw Will's features change, and a realisation hit him: Will had feelings for Mary! A flash of anger ran through him at the nerve of Will coveting his wife, but then his cooler faculties chimed in. He could use Mary as leverage with Will.

"Maybe we could discuss this somewhere else? Like, back at your mansion?" Ben looked at Will brazenly. "Could you PLEASE get me out of here!?" A bite of impatience in his voice.

Will calmly replied: "That depends on how well Mary did. What did she say to our proposal, Mary?"

 

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Will took her hand and looked her in the eyes. Tears were flowing, but just his touch kept her from completely falling apart. At first, when he said that she was disappointed in Ben, she wanted to object. He was her husband. She wasn’t supposed to be disappointed in him. But then, he wasn’t supposed to lie to her, or get arrested for sexually assaulting a maid, or do a bunch of drugs with prostitutes. On their honeymoon.

He wasn’t supposed to tell her to her sleep with his friend, either, but she wasn’t really disappointed by that. In fact, Will was really the bright spot in their marriage right nw. She blushed when he said that she seemed to enjoy sleeping with him. She had. Just thinking about it made her horny all over again.

Then Will went on, talking about the things they might ask her to do. He was sort of beating around the bush, but she was pretty sure she knew what he meant. It was what Ben had told her in the clinic the day before.

“You mean, I might have to… to sleep with the donors?” she said softly.

Will blushed, but it was Ben who answered. He glared at Will for a moment, and then he grinned at her, nodding. Her heart started pounding. Would these other men be like Ben, or like Will? Would she be good enough to get them to donate the money for the campaign? She shivered, fear and excitement mingling. Then Ben started to ask to get out, and she turned to Will.

“We can’t leave him here,” she said. “He can’t get elected if he’s in jail.”

Will asked how she did, and for a moment she stared at him. Then she remembered the maid and the mother.

“The girl wants to go to college,” she said. “The mom is suspicious, but she’s going to keep quiet, for now. But she wants to see that the offer was for real.”

Then she froze. After everything that had been happening, she wasn’t so sure anything with these two was for real. Except how good she felt when she was with Will.

“It was for real, wasn’t it?”

 

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“It was for real, wasn’t it?”

A fair question with multiple answers. The offer to bribe the assaulted maid was genuine. But Will was unsure whether that was all she'd asked about. Was Ben's affection for her real? Most assuredly not. Ben, Will saw now with clarity, only had affections for himself. Was the sex between Will and Mary "for real" as in, did Will have feelings for her? Will knew the answer to that. He realised now he'd chosen Mary out of several candidates because HE had felt something more than just lust when he saw her.

"Yes Mary. It was for real. ALL of it," he said with heavy emphasis, hoping she would catch on to what he was trying to tell her. "And we are going to make good on our promise right now," he told her, pretending his answer had been about the promise made to the assaulted maid.

He gave a small nod to the accompanying officer who proceeded to unlock the door, letting Ben out. "I suggest you take a cab back home while Mary and I clean up your mess," Will told him in a cool and short tone. Ben opened his mouth to speak, but one withering look from Will shut him up.

Ben scuttled out of the station, proverbial tail between his legs, the hotel maid's mother's gaze marking him as guilty on his walk of shame. Will approached the maid and her mother and introduced himself. Slowly he won the trust of the offended women as he spoke earnestly about his association with Ben and how ashamed he was of his friend's conduct.

Will offered a no-holds-barred scholarship to Julia, the maid's name, as long as she and her mother kept quiet. Julia was more than eager to take Will up on his very generous offer, and as soon as Will offered a monthly sum to Julia's mother to make up for the loss of her daughter's income to the household while she was away, the deal was sealed.

After a hectic day of bank accounts and purchasing school clothes and looking for colleges and universities and associated living quarters, Will was spent. After a cordial lunch with Julia and her mother, Will and Mary was on their way back to the mansion and Ben. Halfway there, and Will's temper burst. He pounded the steering wheel in anger and frustration, and let out a long series of expletives before wrenching the car off the road and parking on the shoulder.

He got out of the car and yelled "FUUUUUUCK!" at the top of his voice. He felt powerless, impotent, and at a loss. After a few moments of venting, he felt calm enough to get behind the wheel again.

"I am sorry you had to see that, Mary. This is not in any way your fault," he said as he climbed back into the air-conditioned interior of his car. Ugh. How to proceed? The truth, warts and all, he decided. "Mary, I am so sorry you got dragged into this..." And he told her everything. Her priest running a hustle of faithful brainwashed virgins, her parents willingly selling her, Will's plan of using her as a "reward" for generous donors and how Ben more than likely harboured lust for her but nothing more, how Will himself had felt something for her when he saw her in her priest's "catalogue" other than raw lust, how he regretted his plan of using her, and... "I won't hold it against you if you hate me, Mary. But I couldn't keep lying to you. You are the prettiest, sweetest, most innocent young woman I've ever met, Mary. And if you want to walk away from this, I will do all in my power to help you."

Apprehension seized him as he waited for her reaction to his deluge of words and emotions.

 

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Will told her it was for real, and Mary smiled. Then he told her ALL of it was for real, and she frowned. She had only wanted to be sure that his offer to give Julia a scholarship was real, but he seemed to think it had meant more. She started to wonder what else he could have thought she meant.

Watching him deal with Ben depressed her. She had been so impressed with Ben when they flew here. He had seemed so worldly and sophisticated. Unfortunately, spending even as little time as she had with him, she could see that he was childish, spoiled, a middle-aged brat. She knew she was only 18, but she felt far more mature than her husband, despite the advantage of decades he had.

And compared to Will, he was an infant. Will was in command of himself and easily took control of whatever situation he was in. Just watching him talk to Ben made her swell with admiration. And remembering how he had made her feel, she felt almost as if she was walking on air. It just made it that much worse that she had married Ben, because now she knew what a real man was.

Will took her along with him to speak to Julia and her mother. The four of them went out to lunch, and Will seemed to effortlessly put the two women at ease. He exerted his influence to give Julia an opportunity that the poor girl had obviously never dared imagine for herself. She could tell it cost him, though. Maybe it was the money, or the cost of the favors he had to call in, but there was a tension that she wished she could relieve.

When they finally headed towards home, she tried to think of a way to get him to ask her. Then he stopped, and he changed. He started yelling and punching the wheel. Mary shrank back, terrified by this side of him. He got out of the car and yelled some more, and she nearly wept with pity. What could make a man like Will hurt so much? What he had done had obviously cost him more than she had guessed.

Then he was back in the car, apologizing. She reached out, putting her hand over his, shaking her head.

Before she could speak, though, he started talking. She knew part of it, of course. She knew that Ben had not wanted her for himself, but as something to share with his donors. But she had not known it was Will’s idea. She had not known her Pastor had known what they were up to, that even her parents had sold her for money, telling her to be a good girl and obey her husband.

She listened, and then he was telling her he wouldn’t blame her if she hated him. For a moment, she looked at him, and then she shook her head.

She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him. If he was telling her the truth, then everything she had believed in her whole life had been a lie. Her parents lessons about faith and family, the church’s teachings of obedience and service to God, even the sacrament of marriage. All her life, she had been told that these were the important things, these were good, but what good did it actually do anyone? It was all a lie. But Will had spent the morning making sure a housekeeper could go to college. That was real.

“I can’t walk away,” she said, and shrugged. “I have nowhere else to go.”

Then she blushed, and bit her lip. “And… I think I want to do it. To, um, help raise money? I think it’ll be fun.”

 

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As Will ranted in the cool interior of his car, he could see Mary's cogs turning, a pensieve look on her face as she digested what he'd told her. He was expecting her to be hurt, upset, and in denial of some if not all of the things he told her.

What she did next was the last thing he'd expected. A smile and a placating kiss as she seemingly took what he told her in her stride. It was true, she had nowhere else to go. But what actually shocked him was when she told him she was OK with Will's scheme.

Will looked at her, dumbfounded. He was so surprised that he could only stare at her, blinking stupidly as he processed this turn of events. And then he started giggling, which gave way to laughter. He had seriously misjudged her!

"Never change who you are, sweetheart," he told her, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. And then he leaned in and kissed her. He kissed her with a deep longing, trying to convey with the kiss what he couldn't say with words: that he had fallen deeply in love with this sweet unpredictable girl.

Almost on their own accord, his hands started roaming over her body as he kissed her and his member sprang to attention.

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Ben was back at the mansion, sulking. He avoided the servants and didn't demand or ask for anything from them. He needed Will, and he needed to get back in Will's good graces.

And then it ocurred to him: The donors! He could start calling donors, using Mary as the carrot to make them open their wallets. Ben, filled with nervous energy, started calling. It didn't take long before he'd landed a big pledge from an old oil billionaire. What he pledged was a very generous sum, but the proviso was that he got to spend 48 hours with Mary as soon as possible.

Ben promised he'd talk to Will as soon as possible to set it up. His calls to Will went unanswered, and apprehension filled him. Where were they?

 

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Will started laughing, and Mary bit her lip in concern. One moment, he was yelling at the steering wheel, then he was spilling his guts, and now he was laughing, and telling her not to change. As if she could ever be somebody other than who she was. She smiled, but almost immediately, it hit her. Almost everyone she had ever known had been someone other than who they were. Her own parents had sold her to Ben, so he could use her as a whore for his political campaigns - all the while, teaching her to be a good girl, obedient and loving and faithful to her husband and God. The Pastor who had been her spiritual leader all her life had helped them.

Ben had pretended to be nice for almost 24 hours, and now Will, who had seemed so serious and in control, was giggling like a little kid, and telling her not to change.

For a moment, she thought she was going to cry, but then he was kissing her. His hands were touching her. It was like flipping a switch, all the confusion and betrayal and uncertainty about basically everything vanished, replaced by the one thing she really could be sure of. She reached down and squeezed Will’s cock through his pants. She knew now that people could change, that they could lie, that they couldn’t be trusted.

“Cocks don’t lie, do they?” she whispered in Will’s ear, as she rubbed his. She wasn’t sure she could trust him to tell her the truth, but she felt like she could trust his cock. The only thing that made sense in this world was a hard cock.

 

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“Cocks don’t lie, do they?”

Her breath in his ear sent shivers of delight tingling up and down his spine, coupled with the slow waves of pleasure pulsing from his cock.

"Cocks speak only one truth, sweetheart. The bearer is horny for you or he isn't," he replied. He didn't want to muddle up the issue by talking about how some men only grew horny for the woman they lived. Will only knew that the thought of fucking other women now did not arouse him, but the thought of fucking Mary made him superhard.

And so he abandoned everything else but the immediate situation. The windows were sufficiently tinted and the AC would keep them cool. Will snaked his fingers inside Mary's panties and slithered down to her crack and her clit. He knew it wouldn't take much to set her off, and so he rubbed her and kissed her until she came from his ministrations.

By now his dick was straining painfully, and he inclined his seat backwards before unzipping and partially pulling down his pants, releasing his throbbing member. "Ride me," he half commanded half begged her.

 

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Mary bit her lip and nodded, thinking about what he had said. If a cock was hard, the man was horny for her. It wasn’t the same as love, or even necessarily like, but at least it was clear. Judging from the situation in Will’s pants, he was definitely horny for her, and she grinned, nuzzling against his neck and pressing herself against him. Maybe that was better than love. At least she could still believe in it.

And he made it abundantly clear that he really was horny for her, pulling her panties aside, and touching her flower the way that he did. She gasped at the first touch, spreading her legs for him. She shuddered and felt that surge of bliss that was becoming more and more familiar. She felt like she was floating, rising higher as Will’s finger touched her…

If only Ben could make her feel that way, she could forgive everything else. Just the thought of Ben made her mood sour, though. It took a few seconds for Will to get her back where she had been, and a few seconds later she was breaking through. The tension exploded out of her body, and she bucked and writhed in Will’s arms, clutching him tightly, forgetting everything but how good he made her feel.

Then he told her to ride him, and she grinned, panting. She mounted him eagerly, guiding his cock into her sopping hole, and sank down on it. It was enough to set her off again, and her pussy spasmed violently on his cock as she whimpered in pleasure. Finally, she began to fuck him, bouncing up and down on his dick the way he had taught her.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She convulsed and came again the moment she slid down his pole, and Will could just marvel at the change that was taking place in her. She had been told some relatively harsh truths, and if she had taken all she was told at face value her foundation and understanding of the world had to be pretty shaken. So there she was embracing the one thing she knew she could rely on: sex.

Further musings vaporized as she started riding his dick, filling his mind with a luxurious red haze of lust he willingly gave into as he started pushing back against her.

He grabbed her buttocks and thrusted hard against her in delicious abandon, his dick pumping like a piston in and out of her warm, slick, and tight vagina.

The spontaneity of their lovemaking, the fact that they could be caught at any second, and the hotness of the young woman riding him sent Will into overdrive, and the only thing that mattered was to keep fucking Mary, keep pushing into her, keep making her scream and groan with delight.

And then he lost it. With a roar he pushed up against her and emptied his loins in almost painful spurts. He remained hard inside her for another minute before the inevitable softness slowly set in. His mind was lost in a haze of desire as he came down from a very powerful orgasm.

He regained lucidity and found Mary resting on top of him, her breath slowing down along with his. "I wish I could have you all to myself and do this with you every day. I love-" he almost slipped up, almost said "love you". So he quickly amended it to"I love having sex with you!"

They slowly started untangling from each other awkwardly, adjusting their clothes and getting back in their respective seats. Will looked over at her and smiled wistfully. "I hope this isn't the last time we make love," he told her.

He started up the car and drove them back to his mansion. Entering the house, they were met with Ben, wearing a smug smile on his face. Looking at Mary, he told her: "Better get some rest, sweet cheeks! Our first donor will be here tomorrow morning! You know what's expected of you."

 

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Mary rode Will’s cock furiously, her body slapping against his as she drove herself up and down at a pace nobody could sustain for long. Her pussy spasmed with pleasure, but she didn’t let it slow her down. She moaned eagerly as she felt Will’s hands gripping her ass. As long as they were fucking, nothing else intruded. As long as she could stay focused on giving pleasure, she didn’t have to think.

Then Will roared. She felt him spurting, and she screamed and laughed in delight. If a hard cock meant a guy wanted her, making him cum meant she had done it right. Still, she bounced, riding his hard cock until it wasn’t hard enough, and he stilled her with his hands.

That was when it all came flooding back. She had been lied to. Everyone she knew, everyone she trusted, had all conspired against her to make her a whore. It was really too much to really think about, entirely. She started to think, and something in her broke. Will was so nice to her, but why not? She was giving him everything he wanted.

"I wish I could have you all to myself and do this with you every day. I love having sex with you!" For a moment, she thought he was about to say he loved her. She started sobbing, because she knew he was a liar. This whole thing had been his idea in the first place - or at least, that’s what he told her. Was he just telling her things because when he said it, it sounded so sweet? Did he mean any of it?

She held him, until he gently eased her off his cock, and he smiled at her softly.

“I hope this isn’t the last time we make love,” he said softly.

She cocked her head, confused. “Why would it be?” she said.

After all, all she was good for was to drain dicks. Even her parents had known it. Now that she knew it, too, she wasn’t going to not do it. And if she did try to turn them down, what would they do? Give her a scholarship and ship her away, like they had with the housekeeper?

They drove back towards the house in relative quiet.

Ben was waiting for them. He was smiling.

“Better get some rest, sweet cheeks!” he said, cheerfully. “Our first donor will be here tomorrow morning! You know what’s expected of you!”

She stared at him for a moment, shocked. A couple of hours ago, he had been screeching to get out of jail, and now he was happy as a pig in shit, because he had found someone willing to pay money to fuck his wife. She glanced at Will, but of course, this had been Will’s idea.

“I’ll be ready,” she said, quietly. She walked past him, down the hall to the room they’d been sharing.

 

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Will watched Mary walk past Ben with all the quiet dignity and disgust for him and Will she could muster. Will stood rooted to the spot, while Ben looked at him like a kid eager for a compliment for doing something good. Will looked at Ben with disgust, but some of that disgust was directed at himself as well. His idea. And they'd gone through with it. And destroyed a young woman's innocence in the process.

"Great timing, Ben," he said with a quiet shaking voice that promised a storm. Ben looked at Will, oblivious to Will's tone and dead stare. "Don'tcha wanna know who I secured, Will?" Will looked at Ben and shook his head. "Not right now, no. I am starting to have second thoughts about this whole arrangement, Ben." Ben looked crestfallen. "But Will, it was YOUR id-" and Will exploded.

"Yes Ben, I am PAINFULLY aware that it was my idea, believe me! And I feel dirty. I feel like I've violated something pure for the sake of your election. I'd be more at ease with this arrangement if you at least had treated her with a smidgen of decency! But what did you do!? You went to PLAY FUCKING GOLF on the first day of YOUR HONEYMOON! And you come home and treat her like shit. And then you admit yourself to a clinic for a FUCKING SUNBURN because you were TOO FUCKING STUPID to put on sun protection, you FUCKING IMBECILE! But is that the end of it!? NOOOOOOO! When your wife goes to check up on you, you chase her away to go on the town, SNORTING BLOW AND BANGING FUCKING HOOKERS! That's day 2 of your honeymoon. Day 3? Why not try getting arrested for SEXUAL FUCKING ASSAULT! Between private eyes looking out for you and bribes to the FUCKING BAHAMIAN POLICE and a sizable college fund to the maid you attacked plus other expenses, I am 500.000 out of pocket, and the election hasn't even officially even FUCKING STARTED!"

Ben was standing looking like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth, trying to get a word in edgewise. "Sounds like the maid got a good deal oht of this, at least," he muttered with a sulk. "Yeah, no thanks to YOU, shit-for-brains," Will retorted. Ben mulled this over before replying: "Actually, she'd still be a lowly maid if it wasn't for m-" and Will marched up to him and fixed him with acold stare. "Go on Ben, tell me about how you were trying to HELP that poor girl! Go on. I fucking dare you to finish that sentence. Please give me an excuse."

Ben wisely shut up and Will slowly backed down. There was an awkward silence, and Will composed himself before asking Ben: "Truthfully Ben, do you have any feelings for Mary whatsoever?" Ben stared blankly at Will. "Well... she's pretty, and she's young, and she's not too bad in bed once someone," he looked pointedly at Will "teaches her what to do and how to do it. But like I said earlier, she's too wholesome for me. Too nice."

Will shook his head in disgust. "So you've truly gone from husband to pimp. I didn't think it'd be like this, Ben. I thought you'd love her, even though you'd use her for political gains. I'm not sure I want to be a part of this any more. I need to talk to Mary."

Ben's eyes narrowed. "Hang on, Will. You're in love with her, aren't you? That's what this is all about! It wouldn't have bothered you at all if you didn't have feelings for her, would it?" Will looked at Ben in defiance. "Well if I am in love with her, that at least makes one of us. You know that was supposed to be YOU having those feelings for her, right?" A shrewd look crossed Ben's face as he realised he could use Mary as leverage on Will. "Sure. Go talk to her.," he told Will.

Will took off and found himself outside Mary's bedroom door. Knocking softly he said: "Mary, it's Will. I need to talk to you. May I come in?"

 

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"One second, please," Mary said when she heard Will knocking. She had just finished washing her face, and she wasn't about to let him see her without any makeup on. She was quick, just doing the essentials, eyeliner, lipstick, a little foundation and some quick highlights. Then mascara. More like five minutes than a second, but she'd been getting ready for bed. After all, she had fund-raising to do tomorrow.

She didn't bother with clothes, just opened the door naked.

"I didn't think you'd be ready for more so soon," she said. He was still dressed, and his cock didn't even seem to be hard, and she sighed. She reached for his pants and started to open them, trying not to cry and ruin her makeup before it had a chance to set. She looked at Will, and clenched her jaw. "Or did you want to make sure I knew what to do with the donor?"

She was lost, she knew. Not like she didn't know where she was, but inside. She didn't have any idea what was real anymore. She felt something terrible and powerful for this man who wasn't her husband. The way he looked at her, she thought he felt something, too, but he just wanted to use her for sex. Her family and her church had betrayed her in teh worst way imaginable, and everything she believed had been shown to be a lie.

Still, it wasn't that easy to forget. Maybe it wasn't God's will for her to be Ben's loyal, obedient servant. But then what? She felt a tear sliding down her cheek. It was probably leaving a streak. Heck.

 

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Will could have taken anything from her but this. Cold disdain, fury, defiance. They would all have been justifiable, in his opinion. But not this. Not the sad resignation he saw in her eyes and her actions. He was on the verge of tears himself, and he quickly and irritated dabbed his eyes before embracing her.

"I don't know what to say to you to make this better, Mary. I seriously misjudged Ben and his behaviour, and I am regretting the idea of using you as nothing more than a party favour to wealthy donors. If you want out of this, you only have to say the word."

He steeled himself. This would be the hardest thing for him to say. He was gently stroking her hair and rocking her, something his mother had done with him when he was upset. "If you want an annulment of the marriage, we have enough evidence against Ben for any judge to object to a divorce or annulment. Question is, what will you do after? I don't think your parents, hypocrites as they are, will be overjoyed to see you back. And I at least feel you should have a say in this. The world doesn't work like your priest and parents told you. You are allowed to contradict your husband, your parents, me, ANYONE!"

He let go of her and held her at arms length for her to look into his eyes as he bared his soul. "I am telling you all this because, well, I think I may be developing feelings for you. You are one of the sweetest and kindest women I've ever met. And I want you to do what's right for you. Not what you think is good for others at your cost. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you, Mary?"

He looked at her imploringly, bordering on despair.

 

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Mary bit her lip. He wanted to make it better, or so he said. Was he going to send her to college, too? What the heck was she going to do in college though, other than sin? He was dabbing at her tears, offering to let her out. That was somehow worse. It felt like she had done something wrong, when all she had done was what they told her to.

He told her she could end her marriage to Ben, but then what would she be? She'd be a girl with no friends, no family, no anything. And then he told her he was having feelings for her, but how could he? When she wasn't even good enough to be Ben's wife.

"But I want to do it," she whispered, lowering her head, ashamed of herself. Everything she had told herself, that she was being loyal to Ben, that it was her duty, etc. was all a lie, because it was all based on a lie. But this thing - this thing that everything she had been told until the night before her wedding was a sin - this, she craved.

"I don't care if I'm married to Ben or not, but I want to help raise money." She hugged herself, embarrassed by what she had said. "I want to... to do it with the guys."

 

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Will perked up a bit when she said she didn't care whether or not she was married to Ben. And her admission that she still wanted to sleep with generous donors? You could have knocked Will over with a pin.

He had thought of this possibility even before he'd met Mary: What if he ran for mayor instead of Ben? He had the smarts, he had the cunning, and he had the money. In fact, Will had paid out of his pocket to get Ben elected. Ben was just a pretty face and, as it turned out, a poor character.

"Mary, I have a proposition for you. Get an anulment from Ben. Marry me. He doesn't love you. I do." He gently grasped her arm and let his fingers play with the soft tender skin on her lower arm. "I will run for mayor instead of Ben. If you still want to be used as a reward for donors, bless you, have at it!"

He was inching his head forwards towards her, his voice getting lower the closer he got. And then he kissed her, as for the first time.

 

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He kissed her, and Mary's head spun. The things he had just said. He wanted to marry her? He loved her? Her heart raced.

It was too much, on top of everything else. The rug had been pulled out from under her and all her assumptions had been destroyed. Now he was offering her love, marriage. She had dreamed her whole life of these things, but she'd already had them, and they'd been a lie. He told her she could do what she wanted, that she could decide for herself, that she could say no, even to him. But could she, really?

"No," she whispered. Her eyes were fearful as she watched him, waiting to see what he would do.

"I don't know if you really love me, or you're just saying it to get me to do what you want," she said softly.

"I don't know if I love you," she said. "I think I do, but I don't even know what it means."

"I know I want to make you happy. I want to help you raise money. I want to see what... what it's like with... with your donors. Let me be your whore first. OK?"

 

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She didn't know which leg to stand on, poor girl. And who could blame her?

"I know I want to make you happy. I want to help you raise money. I want to see what... what it's like with... with your donors. Let me be your whore first. OK?"

He nodded gravely. "I understand, Mary. This is a lot of things to take in all at once, and I understand you need to sort things through on your own." He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked at her lovingly. "But you really are something else, Mary. You're a woman worth fighting for. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I will prove myself worthy of your love."

He reluctantly let go of her. He wanted nothing else but to hold her and love her and provide for her, but he realised he was idealising an innocence lost, to be replaced by what sounded to him like a growing hunger for carnal pleasures.

It was a mixed blessing, but one Will wanted to take advantage of. "Well Mary, if you have any questions or any other things you need help training for? I know the first donor is fond of bondage and blindfolds. Are you familiar with that, sweetheart?"