The Choice – Chapter One
Lori fidgeted as she sat in the car waiting for her Choice to appear. Today was the culmination of 6 months of fantasizing and planning for the fulfillment of her desires. Ever since the fatal auto accident of her husband Bryan left her wealthy and free to follow her dreams, the beautiful blonde 32 year old mother of two had lived and planned for this day. And her incredibly beautiful 8 and 6 year old daughters, Michelle and Stephanie would soon join her in the life she so hoped would follow.

As she sat there, Lori thought of the dark fantasies that has sapped her once active sex life with Bryan and filled her with lust and longing. Which path of submission would she follow, perhaps becoming a sexual slave to a large and sexually aggressive male dog and raising her daughters to belong to the world of bestiality? Or would she find an equally aggressive, old and ugly black dyke to serve as a sexual slave and train her daughters to lick and rim the skank as well. Though both of these choices excited her, it was the third of her fantasies that became The Choice.

It hadn’t taken her long to hunt through the registry of offenders and find the object of her desire. Frank lived not far away in the city and fit her requirements perfectly. He was 60, 28 years older than she, with a pock marked face and a large mole on his forehead, unkempt and at 5 foot 8, 210 lbs. sloppily overweight with a soft, bulging belly. The registry showed he had been convicted of 2 counts of molestation, 1 count of indecent liberties and finally, a count of 1st degree rape. He had only been recently released from prison and his crimes had been the most recent of any of her finalists. She was sure those urges had not left him.

Her plan was simple. Find a way to meet him, let him seduce her and force her to submit to his needs and then for the ultimate submission, let him molest and then train her sweet and innocent daughters to serve his perverted sexual appetite.

As Lori looked up, she saw Frank approach on the street and enter his house. He wore a too small wife beater tee shirt that rode up over his belly fat to disclose white, pasty flesh and filthy jeans. It was time to act.

Lori checked to make sure her cell phone battery was dead and got out of the car. She cut quite a figure in her cut off jean shorts that rolled up nearly to her tiny Veronica’s Secret white panties. She was bra less and the low cut tank top she wore revealed beautiful breasts that one would never guess suckled two children. They stood firm without a bra and hardened at the thought of what might come next.

She had planned her story carefully.