The Puppet Master - sex on his strings

The cab driver couldn’t believe his luck. When the tall, mature, distinguished looking gent in his mid fifties had hailed his cab and then slipped him a fifty and said to enjoy whatever happened on the back seat he objected at first, thinking that there might be illegal drug taking or some such but then the guy whispered in his ear that he was horny and he couldn’t wait until the can got him and his girl back to his apartment so he wanted to get the action started in his cab. Then he added if he winked at him in the rear view then he was to stop the cab in the quiet street near the underpass and he could get involved if he wanted and if the girl was up for it, though mystery man knew she was as they had done similar things before, including a threesome with a male flight attendant and with a female stewardess (on the same flight) in a tiny and cramped plane wash room.

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Mystery man had chosen the cab driver carefully. He wanted someone who was young and strong and who would make Melissa’s boyfriend crazy with jealousy. He knew that his sexual proclivities were unusual – to devise elaborate schemes so that he could make love to a woman with the knowledge of her partner, but a partner implicated because of his voyeurism, well that was sexual nirvana to him.

If only Tony, sitting there night after night with his binoculars, knew that he had orchestrated this whole thing – though the broken leg was a godsend and had given him the idea of aping the Hitchcock movie Rear Window – and that he and Melissa went way back. Melissa’s meeting and subsequent dating of Tony had been arranged. It was more tricky to persuade Violet, at first. The girl that Tony knew as Marilyn was a ballet dancer though her career wasn’t going anywhere. He had wooed her, his great wealth had served him well as a lure and an aphrodisiac to young and beautiful women, but she had never seemed particularly attracted to him and she was a lousy actor. Thankfully Melissa had changed all that. When Violet had seen Melissa you could see and hear the fireworks going off. It became clear that Violet swung more to the Sapphic than to the Hetero but that was fine. It all served his purpose.

His wealth had become a bore. It could buy him anything and everything but there was no excitement. His newly discovered passion for being the sexual puppet master had changed everything...

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