The Abduction of Olivia Benson - Sex Stories

The Abduction of Olivia Benson

... mind of this sudden overwhelming sexual desire. He decided to call Frank Dunstan, a foreman for his construction company who had told him about this special place. David was gratified to hear the voice of his friend, and blurted out he wanted to go to “that special club you told me about! And I want to go tonight!” Frank chuckled, "You horny bastard! I knew you'd want to go there some time. You're lucky about tonight. There is a “performance” scheduled for tonight and I'd love to take you as my guest, but it's “Dutch treat”. And, be sure to jerk off a couple of times before we go. That will improve your “lasting power” when you're there.” “No prob,” David said excitedly. “What time should I be at your place?” “I'll pick you up at 6:45,” Frank said. “No need for you to drive over here. I've been wanting to go there again for a long time, myself. Remember, David, what I told you about the cost, because of the criminal nature of the performance. The management will not admit, under any circumstances, anyone not brought by a previously proven client. The entry fee to one of these performances is $500.00, so, only the well off or ultra horny can usually afford it. See you out front of your place at 6:45.” David grabbed the elevator to the street and as he emerged at ground level to wait for Frank to arrive, he observed Miss Benson step out of the elevator opposite into the corridor and stride toward the building entrance to the street. "Good evening, Ms Benson!” David greeted her. ...

... "And where are you going this lovely evening?” David hoped she would not think him too forward to ask that question. He hoped she'd see it as his simply being neighborly. "Hi, Mr Nicholls. I plan to take a walk in the park, and perhaps a taxi ride to no where. I do things like that, just on a whim." Livvie smiled warmly at him. He always has a smile on his face, she thought. He seems a very nice person. Handsome, too...she blushed to herself. She was utterly beautiful and David promised himself that he would do something about her tomorrow night. Just then Frank Dunstan's car drove up and stopped, and in another minute the two gentlemen were away toward their strange destination. Livvie Benson walked slowly toward the park in the gathering twilight. Her thoughts ran in the same direction as those of David Nicholls. Unknown to David, she, too, had an urgent need for satisfaction of her growing sexual desires. Since her Marine husband had been killed in Iraq some months before during the eleventh month of his second deployment, she had been wholly without the satisfying presence of flesh in her. They had not been married long and Livvie did not feel an extended mourning period was justified. She acknowledged to herself that she would likely give in without much persuasion on his part if David ever made advances to her as other men did, admitting to herself she found him attractive. A cab glided down the street and Livvie suddenly decided to go riding instead of walking. By now ...