9 comments/ 93402 views/ 23 favorites Taking Charge Ch. 01 By: Taking Charge Ch. 01 "Special K!" I answered. "How are you?" We spent a pleasant ten minutes catching up before she paused at the end of a story. I could hear her drawing a breath before she spoke again and the tension in her voice when she resumed. "I didn't just call to catch up. I wanted to talk to you. I, um, I made a lot of changes to my life after freshman year. My grades are really good now and I'm doing well at things that are important to me. I stopped drinking pretty much completely and I found some better friends than I had." "That's great," I said. "I'm really happy for you." "That's not all," she continued. "I stopped doing the coke and stopped hanging around people who did. And... I stopped sleeping around." She paused and I scrambled for something to say: "Well, I'm pleased for you, Karolina. I'm glad you're in control and doing things you want to do." She laughed down the phone. "That's so like you! You never judged me, even when I was so high I couldn't think straight, and you were always really nice to me in the morning. You made me feel like, I don't know, like I could be more than I was." I laughed back. "I was just happy to have such a gorgeous girl in my bed. Besides, you were pretty nice to me, too and I was always glad to see you, high or not." She seemed more relaxed when she spoke again, although I could hear in her voice that she was leading up to something; something she wanted to say that was making her nervous. "It's kind of taken me a while to sort out the parts of me that I liked and wanted to keep from the parts that I didn't. I don't know if this makes sense but there were parts of me I showed you that were hard for me to decide about. I didn't like the out-of-control me that went to parties and did blow but I kind of did like the me that went looking for you when I was drunk or high." I smiled at the phone and said, "I liked her too. She was a lot of fun. And I don't think the beers - or anything else - were the reason for that. I always thought they were just what helped you work up the courage." I could hear that I'd said the right thing. Her voice was happy and excited when she answered: "That's it, that's exactly right! Anyway, that's really why I'm calling. I want to be that girl for you again, if you'll let me." That, I didn't expect to hear. In the moment it took me to form a thought, Karolina broke back in, blurting, "I know it's completely random me calling like this. You're probably there with your girlfriend right now. I'm not trying to... I don't really know what I'm trying to do. I just wanted to feel like I felt when I was at a party looking for you." She paused, working up her courage again, I realised, and said, "And I wanted to find out if you'd let me feel the way you did once I found you." That put the smile back on my face. "There's no girlfriend," I said, smiling. "And that's the best idea I've heard in months. Tell me you're calling from outside my apartment!" That brought her out in giggles and I could feel the tension in her voice dissolve. "Don't you wish!" she said, snorting, "Don't I wish too! I'm in my dorm and, anyway, I didn't really have a plan for what would happen once I told you. I just wanted to tell you." "But you'd like to see me. Soon, I hope," I asked. "Yes. Definitely!" she answered. "What about this weekend?" I asked. "Yes. Definitely!" she answered again. An idea was forming in the back of my mind and I decided to try my luck. If there was one thing Karolina always loved, it was being dared and challenged. She grew more excited, more responsive, the more often she was dared and the more outrageous or demanding the dares became. "I think we ought to give you a weekend to remember, don't you? A reward for being brave and making the call," I said. "Mmmm," she answered. "Sounds perfect." "Have you got a pen and paper handy?" I asked. "Um, yeah, hang on... Got it." "Write this down: high heels, long dress, no bra, no panties." She laughed down the phone, "Oh God, are you serious?" "I dare you," I answered. "Now write it down." "All right," she laughed, "I'm writing." I could hear the pause as she took notes. "That's not really difficult enough, is it?" I asked. "You need more of a challenge than that." "Oh! Isn't that enough?" she asked, still laughing. "Definitely not," I answered. "Write down: No orgasms until you get here." "What?" she cried. "You heard me," I said. "Four days without coming - without even touching yourself, knowing what your weekend is going to be like. That's what I call difficult." "Fine!" she said. "I'm writing it down." I could hear the old Karolina in her voice, the one who wouldn't back down and wouldn't say no. "We're just getting started," I said, pausing to let her suspense build, "Still got your pen?" "Yes!" she answered, putting a touch of defiance into her voice. "Good. Write down: shaved pussy," I said. She gasped, giggling a little, "That's, um. That could be a bit of a problem at the gym. The girls in the locker room will see." "Your problem, not mine," I answered. "Just tell them your boyfriend likes it. No, tell them you like it for sex. Group sex. With whole NBA teams. Tell them it's your new hobby." She laughed down the phone, a bit nervously, then asked the question that I think every man deserves to hear at some point in his life: "Is it okay if I have it waxed, instead?" I smiled, "As long as you have it all waxed off, it's fine." "Oh God, okay," she answered ruefully. "One more thing," I said. "Oh, what else?" she giggled, "It's a good list, I promise you!" "Make sure someone else sees the list before the weekend," I said. That brought a long pause. "Um, I don't know. That could be embarrassing..." "I dare you," I said. Then, realising a bit of encouragement was needed, I asked. "Who's your most adventurous friend? What's her name?" "Oh, Sarah. Sarah, easily," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "She owns a signed copy of 'The Ethical Slut' and she calls boys a source of protein." I laughed at that, adding Sarah to my list of people to thank someday. "Show the list to Sarah," I told her. "And, if you like, you can tell her why you're coming to see me; really why, not just that you've got a date for the weekend." "'Really why,'" she answered, "I'm not sure I want her to know that. Not yet anyway. The list is enough..." I'd been on enough sales calls to know when a deal had been closed. I gave a moment's thought to the rock-hard state of my cock, contemplating some phone sex with Karolina, but decided enough was a feast. I told her I'd have train tickets waiting for her at the college station, that I'd pick her up on arrival, and made her promise she'd be looking her best for dinner at the city's best restaurant. "I'm glad you called," was the last thing I told her. "Mmmm," she purred, "So am I." Despite looking forward to the porn film, I didn't make it through the opening credits. Imagining Karolina as one of those bedraggled girls, begging for another cock in her ass, sent me right over the edge. I'd like to say I spent the next four days in blissful anticipation but the world doesn't work that way. Jack had noted that my relationships at the company were improving and decided it was time for me to learn more about negotiations. While I'd sat in on sales calls, I hadn't yet been exposed to the full horror of what Jack called "ping pong with money." Now I had to learn about expectant salesmen, ready to sign anything, no matter how poor a deal, in order to add to their commissions, clients who liked to dicker, clients who liked to window-shop, clients who really didn't have any money but might be worth taking on credit... It was mind-boggling how many things could go wrong in how many ways. And Jack needed me to learn it fast so he could give up the smaller clients and focus his time as chairman on the big fish. For four days, Jack grilled me mercilessly, offering an endless series of "what ifs" and "what thens", making sure I understood all of the most common tactics our customers would try on and rehearsing me until I could deliver the right responses. I was glad to be learning but, in the back of my mind, the sessions with Jack only reminded me how much I had to learn and, until I learned it, how little control I could really exert over the company I had agreed to run. On Friday afternoon, I looked up from a pile of client files Jack had given me and realised I had to leave then and there in order to collect Karolina from the train station. I only had time for a quick once-over in the men's room to make sure wasn't covered in smudges and iron filings - a common result from a hard day at a steel company. Checking my reflection, I figured I'd do: sober, dark-grey suit, clean white double-cuff shirt, pale blue tie covered in little red flowers, and black brogues that still had a mirror shine. Jack had suggested that it would help me with clients to start dressing older and more conservatively. My sack-like college suits and loud ties weren't going to instil confidence in anyone. A call to my stylish friend - now working as an assistant art editor in a New York fashion magazine - supplied me with a list of labels and places to buy them. She even told me what to ask the shop's tailor and how to judge whether the alterations looked good or not. Knowing I'd be meeting Karolina, I'd worn my best of everything, right down to the wafer-thin platinum cufflinks that cost as much as an engine rebuild for my car. I got to the station in time to enjoy a few minutes of frosty November air before the train pulled in. Only a few passengers disembarked, and Karolina was the first among them, pulling a heavy travelling case on wheels behind her. She looked stunning: her light blonde hair was longer than I remembered and fell past her shoulders, while her skin, which I remembered as pale, was tanned to a light olive. As I walked towards her, she abandoned her case and ran the last steps, jumping up and wrapping her arms around me. As she hugged me I could smell her perfume - a different brand than she'd worn before. "You look beautiful!" I said, the only thing I was capable of saying at that moment. "Thank you very much," she laughed into my ear, before loosening her grip and sliding back to her feet. "You're not so bad yourself. First class tickets! You know how to spoil a girl." She slid her arm under mine as I picked up her case and we walked to the station exit, then squeezed my bicep with her free hand. "Where did that come from? You've been going to the gym!" she exclaimed. "Oh yeah," I answered. "It's been one of the keys to my survival lately." She nodded, laughing, "I know the feeling. You're not the only one with some new muscles." I settled her in the passenger seat of my car, tossed her bag in the trunk and climbed in to see her looking at me expectantly. "Well?" she asked. "Aren't you going to make sure I followed the instructions on the list?" I looked her up and down. "I can see the high heels," I said, lifting the hem of her knee-length winter coat. "And the long dress looks right." Then I noticed that she was wearing very sheer black hose. "Pantyhose might be considered cheating on the no underwear rule." She pouted at me as I continued the inspection. I saw she was wearing a very sophisticated shade of dark-red lipstick, with nails painted to match. "The 'dressed up nice for dinner' part looks ok too. The rest, I guess I'll have to take on faith." She snorted at me, then snuck a quick look around before taking the hems of her coat and dress into her hands. "I didn't need to cheat," she said, parting the fabric at the centre slowly, revealing more and more thigh until the lacy tops of her hold-ups came into view, along with a half-inch of tanned thigh. I laughed. "Perfect in every way," I said, starting the car. "My friend Sarah suggested them," she said, smiling at me. "Sarah the ethical slut?" I asked, "Sarah who saw the list?" "Yes, and yes." She answered. "I like this Sarah," I said. "What did she think?" "She asked if you had a brother, or if I'd be willing to sublet you. She says the world needs more men who know how to make the right demands," she said, settling back in her seat with a self-satisfied smile. "I definitely like this Sarah. How much did you decide to tell her about why you wanted to see me?" I asked. Karolina kept smiling. "Enough, I think. I said you were the one who made me do things. She got that." From there we fell into a conversation that took us to the restaurant and through the appetisers and main courses. When her coat and scarf came off, I could see her dress for the first time, a vee-necked, black silk shirtdress that emphasised her flat stomach and curvy figure. A long off-center slash up from the hem showed flashes of thigh as we walked to our table - flashes that stopped just short of the lace tops I knew were there. Karolina really had made changes in her life: she had become more serious about her studies, was getting top grades, and had even passed up a junior year abroad on a cushy course in Italy to take advanced classes that would help her get a spot at good graduate programme. I was proud of her. She was working hard and seeing the first returns from her efforts. The chatter died down as we tucked into our entrees, and I noticed Karolina inspecting me between bites of her fish. "What is it?" I asked. "You keep studying me." She smiled back at me and said: "You're different. Not just from the gym, although I like the muscles. Around your eyes you're different and around your mouth. More grown-up. More, um, more like a grown man and less like a college student." I didn't know quite what to say, although it sounded like a compliment. "It's been challenging since graduating. It's changing me, I think. I'm having to toughen up a lot, maybe faster than I would have otherwise." Karolina nodded at me. "That's how you look: tougher, harder. You looked like that with me, when we were alone sometimes. Now you look like that all the time. Like you're someone who gets his way." She smiled as she said that, flirting a little. "Sounds like good news for you," I replied, smiling back. "Mmmm-hmmm," she purred, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. "Let's just say I'm a happy woman so far." "Happy," I asked, "or happy mixed with frustrated, after four days without any real fun?" She blushed and took a sip of her wine before answering. "You have no idea. Sarah is shameless. Once she saw the list, every time she saw me she'd start whispering the dirtiest fantasy scenes in my ear." "Oh, Sarah's on the Christmas card list now," I said. "Has she been keeping you all hot and bothered?" "She's been merciless. She even called me from in bed with one of her girlfriends to tell me what I was missing." "Girlfriends?" I asked. "I thought you said something about boys and protein?" Karolina gave me a grin. "Sarah's the most bi person I've ever met, not that I've met that many yet. She's got a string of desperate little cheerleader types who follow her around like puppies. You should see them when she's flirting with boy. If looks could kill..." "Maybe you should sublet me," I said. "You're making her sound like every man's fantasy." She smiled at me and leaned across the table. "Not your kind of fantasy, I think. Sarah likes to be the one in charge, although she said she'd give it a try for a man who could come up with a list as good as yours." "Oh," I said, feigning disappointment. "Well, I guess too many cooks is a bad thing." "I'm more your kind of thing, I think," she said, shifting in her seat slightly but deliberately. The movement made her full breasts swing slightly under her dress, letting me know I wouldn't find a bra when I undressed her later. "You like girls with curves. Sarah's more boyish. And you like girls that like to be told what to do." "Can't argue with that," I said, as she gave me a smile of victory. She placed her napkin on the table and pushed her chair back slightly, saying "I'm going to be a good girl - for now - and skip dessert. You might want some chocolate cake, though. It'll keep your strength up. You can order while I'm in the bathroom." With that she rose and, as she had done in the car, looked around her to see if anyone was watching her. Looking back at me she, she slowly pulled back the slash in her dress, raising it slightly. As she pulled it to the side, I saw the tops of her stockings, then the firm inner curve of her thigh, then, just for a moment, her smooth, tanned mound and the full, fleshy lips protruding from her pussy. "Make sure you've still got an appetite, though," she said, before brushing past me. The rest of the meal passed quickly and quietly. Karolina helped herself to two bites of my bitter chocolate cake, then eyed me lasciviously as she plucked the sour cherry from the top and sucked on it. Thank God I had my wallet in my jacket pocket, as I would have found it difficult to remove it from my straining trousers. As we waited for my car to be brought to the entrance, she leaned against me and I ran my hand down her back to cup her bottom. She wriggled against me through her coat and smiled, saying nothing. "Tanning bed?" I asked. "Mmm-hmm. It's my reward for being a good girl." "Tanned all over?" "Mmm-hmm," she answered, rubbing her ass against my hand. "It looks very sexy. Does it make you feel sexy when you're lying under the lights?" I asked. "Every time. If it wasn't so obvious, I'd have my hand between my legs every time I went." "I think I'm going to get a job at a tanning shop." We drove home in the same happy, expectant silence that had come over us at dessert. Karolina leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder, while I pushed my hand under her dress to stroke her stocking and the smooth thigh muscle under it. When we got to my apartment, she handed me her coat and asked for directions to the bathroom, saying "I'm just going to check my make-up." I turned on lights and took off my jacket and tie. As I looked for a CD to put on, I heard her high heels clicking across the wooden floor as she walked back into the living room. I turned around and there she stood in the centre of the room, naked but for the stockings and heels, her hand on her hip as though she were posing for a photographer. She had been telling the truth about visiting the gym: her arms and shoulders looked fit and toned, setting off her full, olive-tanned breasts. Her brown nipples were as long and thick as I remembered them, already erect and stiff in the apartment's cool air. Slowly, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, showing off the curve of her hips and the subtle but visible muscles in her abdomen. I ran my eyes up her long legs, silky and perfectly defined in the black stockings, and paused at the sight of her smooth pubic mound. "Very, very beautiful," I said, walking towards her. Smiling, she turned in a half circle. "Is this side just as nice?" she asked, wriggling her ass as she had done against my hand in the restaurant's parking lot. "Perfect," I said. "Spankable, even." "Promises, promises," she teased. I didn't need any encouragement. Drawing back my hand, I aimed a swat at her right cheek. Maybe it was the excitement of the moment, maybe I'd misjudged my strength after six months in the gym, but I hit her much, much harder than I meant to. My playful slap landed as a stinging, hard blow that left a clear red handprint on her cheek. Karolina let out a sharp, involuntary "Oh!" and took a half step forward to keep her balance. She turned her head towards me and I saw a look of total surprise on her face. My mind went blank as I tried to find a way to apologise for what I'd done. And then, without knowing quite why I did it, I stopped trying to form the word "sorry." Instead, I straightened up, drawing back from Karolina slightly, and raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. Taking Charge Ch. 01 Karolina's look of shock began to fade, replaced with the excited, determined expression I remembered from our nights in college. Her lips parted for a moment, and I heard her take a breath, then she closed them into a firm line. Slowly, she rolled her hips, presenting her other cheek to me while looking me straight in the eye. Still working wholly on instinct, I gave her a small, approving smile, then looked down at her ass. Her right cheek had reddened even more and the sight encouraged me. If she liked that, then... Drawing my hand much further back, I aimed a very hard slap at her left cheek: hard enough to make a crack that echoed around the room, hard enough to make my own hand sting with the impact. Karolina shuddered but kept her balance this time and hissed out her breath. As I watched, an even clearer handprint - one which showed every finger in detail - blazed red across her left cheek. I looked back up at Karolina's face, still wincing in pain from the blow. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked back into mine, her face flushed and her mouth set. I didn't move a muscle - no challenge, no words, no dare. It was all up to her. She held my eyes for a moment, then closed them and drew another breath. Turning her head away from me, she rolled her hips again, bringing her right cheek back into position. This time, instead of taking another swing at her firm, peachy ass, I stepped forward. Collecting her loose blonde hair in my left hand, I tugged her upright and pulled her back against my chest. With my free hand, I cupped each cheek in turn, feeling how hot and angry the flesh had become. I grabbed her left cheek, squeezing the same flesh I had just bruised and felt her shudder. A small tremor of pain, quickly controlled, ran up from her knees to her neck. "How much of this do you think you can take?" I asked. She hissed her answer through clenched teeth. "I can take more... I can take much more." "Can you now," I said, running my nose up her neck and whispering into her ear. "What if I want to give you more than you can take?" She shuddered again but said nothing. Freeing my grip on her cheek, I ran my hand around her hips, then up her stomach and ribs to her right breast. Thinking clearly again, I rolled it under my hand, feeling the hard nipple pressing against my palm. "You've got a pair of bright red handprints on your ass right now and you're right," I whispered, "I think you can take more. But..." Without warning her, I tightened my grip on her breast, trapping the swollen nipple between my thumb and the knuckle of my forefinger, stretching and pulling both it and the tender flesh around it. Karolina cried out and pushed back into me, trying to pull away from my hand. Her own hands flew to mine, frantically trying to relieve the squeezing pressure. "Quiet!" I ordered her, "And put your hands down. Now." Trembling, Karolina complied, flinching as I pulled slightly harder on her nipple to force her back upright. "But, I was saying, what if I want to leave marks here, too?" I asked, tugging again on her breast for emphasis. She nodded, quick abrupt nods that pulled against the hair I was holding and left me in no doubt about the pain she was feeling. Just as abruptly as I had grabbed it, I let her nipple go and pressed my palm flat against it, cupping her breast against her ribs. "Good girl," I whispered. I couldn't see her face but I knew somehow that she was trying to hold on to her resolve, trying not to panic as she wondered what I'd do next. For the first time in months, I felt completely in control. I knew Karolina would do whatever she was told, whether she liked it or not, perhaps especially if she didn't like it. I was luxuriating in the feeling of having power and I knew exactly how I wanted to use it. "Maybe, later," I whispered, rubbing my hard cock through my trousers against her bruised ass, "I might let you do things that make you feel good. Maybe, but only if you perform for me first. Do you understand that?" She hesitated, then nodded again. Swallowing, she said: "Yes, I understand. I'll do... I'll do what you want." "Good," I breathed into her ear. "Put your hands up behind your head." I moved back slightly, giving her room to reach up. I took both of her wrists in my left hand, holding them crossed behind the nape of her neck. Her arms looked taut and muscular but I didn't think she'd be able to break my grip easily. As I looked her over I saw that the position forced her to push her breasts forward, jutting out as though offering her hard nipples. "I think ten slaps on each side of your ass is probably about right, for starters," I said. "And I'm going to give you ten on each of your tits as well." I felt her shudder, imagining how painful that would be. "You don't have to keep quiet - this time. I want to hear what being hurt is doing to you." She nodded slightly, accepting what I wanted, and I decided to reward her for being so brave. I ran my right hand down the back of her rib cage and down the curve of her ass, feeling the heat radiating from both cheeks, then slipped three fingers between her legs. I could hear her braw breath with a low moan in her throat as I ran my finger up and down, pushing gently between the swollen lips of her pussy. "Do you know you're still wet?" I asked. "Yes," she said quietly, her voice tight and low. "I can feel it." "Very wet," I noted, and decided to try an experiment. I pushed by thumb between her ass cheeks, pressing firmly against her other hole. Karolina had never allowed any contact with her asshole when she was drunk, but when coked up she was different, allowing me to finger it, even masturbating for me once with three of her own fingers pushing into her ass. "Answer a question, Special K," I told her. "Have you ever let a man fuck your ass?" "No," she answered in a low moan. "Maybe that will be one of the things you have to perform for me tonight," I said, slipping my middle finger two knuckles deep into her pussy, feeling how tight and wet she was. As she pushed herself against my hand, I let the pressure build against her asshole until my thumb was distending it. "Or maybe it will be part of your reward." That seemed to excite Karolina. She pushed back farther against my hand, arching her back to give me better access to her pussy and ass. I decided a little more experimentation was in order. Pushing her pelvis forward and up with my right hand, I guided her hips until she was upright again and standing slightly on tiptoe. Then, swirling my middle finger until it was fully wet, I withdrew it from her pussy, following the curve of her ass upwards, and began slowly running the tip of it up and down over the tight opening to her arse. "Go on," I said. Karolina began rocking her hips back and forth gently, increasing the pressure of my fingertip against her asshole. She hardly seemed to be breathing as I felt the bunched muscles being pushed inwards against the force of my finger. She repositioned her hips so my fingertip was pressed hard against the entrance to her ass, then Karolina began to push backwards and down. As she did, I added more pushing pressure and her asshole opened for me, accepting my finger as far as the first knuckle. Where her pussy had been but accommodating, the wet softness moulding itself around my finger, her ass was tight, rubbery and almost unyielding. I could feel the muscles of her ass flexing around my finger and noticed the tension in her body as she tried to get used to the new sensation. In no mood to make things too easy for her, I kept up the pressure. The lubrication her cunt had left on my finger allowed me to slide my middle finger all the way inside her. She took two short gasps while I penetrated her asshole but didn't stop the rhythm of her rocking hips. Within seconds, I felt her asshole relax slightly, and I began to resume the circular swirling motion I had used when my finger was in her wet pussy, gently stretching and probing her ass. "Can you imagine how it's going to feel when I put my hard cock in there?" I asked. She nodded, shuddering. "Yes," she whispered, increasing the tempo of her hips. "Well, first you have to earn it," I said, withdrawing the finger. I moved slightly to her left side, deciding where best to stand to spank her. She looked around and I caught sight of her expression: excited, frightened, and slightly ashamed. She was the sexiest thing I've ever seen and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her. Gut and brain were finally working in tandem. I was going to see Karolina on her knees that night; sweaty, tearful, bruised and begging for more cock. With that image in mind I landed the first hard swat on her right cheek. She shuddered and tensed and I saw another bloom of red grow across her ass. At the second spank, Karolina began to make soft but urgent "Oh, oh" noises - more breath than sound, more pain than pleasure. Pure aural Viagra for me. By the fifth hard slap, her right cheek was a blaze of red, with only the odd finger mark emerging from a widening patch of swollen, angry skin. The sounds she was making were louder, now a continuous "Ah, ah, ah" that told me how much more pain she was feeling. I increased the force of the slaps, punishing my own hand nearly to its limits, and at the eighth stoke I heard the first sob interrupt her moans. Hearing the catch in her breath, knowing that tears were forming, sent me over the edge. Reckless of my own stinging hand, I landed the two hardest blows yet, hard enough that Karolina's hips rocked forward and her sobs were joined by two uncontrolled shouts of pain. "Please, please," she sobbed. I cut her off. "Careful," I said. "If you say 'stop' or 'don't' or ask me to be gentler with you, I'll stop right now. I'll stop everything and make you sleep on the couch." I moved forward to see her face. Here eyes were closed in pain and shame and I could see the tracks of her first two tears. I placed my right hand gently at the top of her right ass cheek, still holding her crossed wrists behind her head with my left, and decided what I should do to keep her going. "You've done your first ten," I said, sliding my right hand down to soothe and gently massage the red flesh. "You've been very strong and very sexy," I whispered in her ear. I moved my hand between her legs and found that her pussy was soaked. This was exciting: Karolina, even when at her most aroused, had never been this wet for me before. "Can you feel how much wetter you are?" I asked. I saw her nod, her eyes still closed. "You're very, very wet now," I told her, cupping her cunt in my hand and feeling how wet and swollen her lips had become. "Your pussy doesn't want to stop, does it?" "No," she answered, rubbing herself into my palm. "Good girl. Shall I do the other side now?" I asked, moving my right hand forward to her grind herself against the heel of my palm. She nodded, closing her eyes tighter against the coming pain, perhaps, or just enjoying the release of rubbing her clit and wet lips against my hand. Then her eyes flew open and she looked around at me. "Please... Please, this time. Do the first few ones slowly, so I can get used to it? Then..." Karolina's voice trailed off and I knew she had surrendered to the idea that the last few slaps would be as hard as I could make them. I kissed the sensitive spot behind her left ear, then began to transfer her wrists to my right hand. Under her breath, I could hear her moan slightly with disappointment when my right hand left her sopping pussy. On impulse, I stopped and presented my palm to her, right in front of her closed eyes. I knew she could smell her own scent, just inches from her nose, and I saw her eyes open. Without being asked, she leaned forward to lick my palm, tasting herself, along with some of the sweat I had already worked up. As she licked her way up my hand, I curled my fingers towards her, allowing her to take them all in her mouth, rolling her tongue around and between them. I pulled all but my middle finger out and she began to suck it harder, swirling her tongue from the tip to the base and pressing forward to take its whole length into her mouth. This was the finger that, moments ago, I had used to penetrate her asshole. Had she forgotten? Had she decided to suck it anyway? Was she sucking it because of where it had been? I made a mental note to find out, later on. I allowed her to suck for another few moments, knowing she was doing it, in part, to buy time before the spanking continued. Then I pulled my finger from her mouth, stopping to wet her lips and smear her lipstick slightly with her own saliva. I noticed the beats of sweat that had formed on her forehead and way her tears had begun to streak her perfect make-up. Small beads of sweat had formed on her sides, with a couple of tiny tracks beginning to run down from under her arms. I took her wrists in my right hand, then used my left to feel the dampness on her ribs. Before moving to her right side, I bent to lick one of the salty tracks from the smooth skin below her arm. I stepped to her right, giving me room to swing my left hand. This time, instead of pulling her upright, I held her wrists more loosely against her neck. Instinctively, Karolina bent forward slightly, pushing her ass back to present the target. I gave her more time between the first few warm-up slaps. My left hand grew warm and I saw the same rosy glow spread across her left cheek. The "Ah, ah, ahhh..." sounds continued, louder and less inhibited than before and I could see a flush of excitement and heat spread across her back and ribs. As I drew back for the sixth slap, I felt her tense. She drew in a hissing breath and closed her mouth, knowing the real punishment was about to begin. Instead of the measured beating I had been giving her ass, I began slapping her left cheek as hard and fast as I could, feeling my own hand begin to ache and sting with the effort. Her hips and bucked and her ass wobbled tautly as the blows landed, turning her hot pink glow into an angry, blotchy, crimson patch that must have stung and ached like nothing she had felt before. After the eighth stroke, her breath exploded in a loud sob of pain. I could no longer hear any pleasure or excitement in her voice, just howls of pain punctuated with a loud "Ah!" as each of the last two slaps landed. My left hand felt as though it was on fire, vibrating from the impact, and I knew her tender ass must feel twice as bad. Not giving Karolina time to rest or think, I switched my grip so my tired left hand clutched her wrists. Roughly, I pulled her upwards and forced her to lean back slightly, giving her no way to avoid the next step in her humiliation. She looked tormented, tears running down her face, gasping for breath and struggling to stay balanced as I bent her back into a slight bow. As soon as I could hold her stable, her full, swollen nipples now pointing as much up as out, I slapped her right breast, hard. She squealed in pain, twisting her ribs, trying to lean forward to protect it and, for the first time, pulling against my grip on her wrist, trying to free her hands. I squeezed hard with my left hand, making sure she knew she couldn't break free without my consent, then cupped her shocked flesh in my hand. I could feel the heat of the skin as it registered pain and shock and the hard nipple bent upwards, straining against the flat of my palm. Firmly, I pushed her breast back against her ribs, flattening it under my hand as I gave her a moment to recover. Her breathing, still ragged, subsided slightly, with sniffles and a low moan of pain. I rolled my palm slightly, just enough to pull her hard nipple back and forth, stretching, compressing and stretching it again as I moved my hand back and forth, the full weight of her breast rolling back and forth against her ribs. I watched her face as the shock of the slap faded and her expression became an alluring mix of hurt, frightened and, in her eyes, now very bright with tears, excited. She looked up at me for a moment, as though considering my expression, and I saw her lips tremble as she struggled for words. "I... I won't be able to stop pulling my hands down," she said, looking down an the floor. She flushed with embarrassment as she admitted she wasn't going to ask me to stop, "It hurts too much to stand still." "I'll hold you up," I said, smiling and pushed her back into the bow shape that put her breasts at the perfect height. I released her breast and dropped my head to it for a moment, taking her stiff brown nipple into my mouth and gently circling it with my tongue. I could taste the sweat from my palm mixed with hers and she moaned softly as I gave her nipple a couple of firm, wet licks. I stood back up, rolled my neck to relieve some of the pent-up tension, then delivered another slap to her breast. The stinging blow drew another shout of pain from Karolina and she struggled and bucked to protect herself. Wasting no time, I delivered a series of harsh slaps, watching her breast bounce up, forward and down as I varied than angle of the blows. Karolina's shouts were bordering on screams as I reached ten. Tears were streaming from her open, staring eyes, a line of saliva had begun to run from the corner of her mouth the her chin and sweat was standing out all over her body. I could see her knees trembling under her sexy back nylons as she struggled to keep her balance in her high heels. However out of control she felt, she had remembered to keep count: when the tenth and hardest slap landed, one that sent her breast bouncing hard up and sideways, adding to her pain, her shriek subsided into a low, sobbing moan of pain. "It hurts too much," she sobbed. "It hurts..." Not very gently, I hauled her upright. "I told you I didn't think you could take it," I said, pitching my voice so it held some sympathy but also disappointment. She winced, sobbing again as the aftershocks of pain travelled up through her breast, and took a deep breath. Without speaking, without opening her eyes, her mouth set determinedly, she turned slightly, offering me her left breast and arching her back, leaning her neck back across her crossed wrists to resume the position I had placed her in. I smiled and decided to put her out of her misery. Faster might hurt more, I reasoned, but it would also be over more quickly. With the same force I had landed the last smack on her right breast, I attacked her left. No warm-up this time, just a fresh slap every second, almost as hard as I could land them. Karolina screamed in pain, this time fighting my grip on her wrists as hard as she could, half staggering to keep her feet under as the slaps landed. Her breast bounced hard - hard enough to distend from nearly flat to a sharp point - and a flush of crimson appeared across it. I made sure the slaps landed with the top of my palm - the part of my hand that hurt most - squarely on her nipple. As we approached the sixth stroke, her screams became louder and more ragged. The pain was interfering with her ability to draw a full breath and her struggles to break free redoubled. The sounds she was making were thrilling me, as was the feeling of her hot, tortured breast under my hand. In the seconds it took to reach the eighth stroke, Karolina stopped bucking, leaning against me and letting my side and left hand take all of her weight. Her screams became a continuous wracking sob. Her eyes were fixed open, staring down at her reddening breasts. As the eighth stroke was about to land, she lost the last of her control. Her sobs became an open-mouthed "Ah-ah-ah", delivered with as much breath as she could summon. When my hand reached her breast, landing with a stinging crack that bounced her breast upward to its elastic limit, Karolina's bladder gave way, sending a short but forceful stream of piss onto the wooden floor of my apartment. I think, at that point, she was too far gone to notice anything but the pain she was feeling. I was on autopilot, delivering another pair of stinging slaps with the full force or my arm. I noticed that two smaller jets of urine escaped her as the blows landed. Taking Charge Ch. 01 Moments after the last slap, Karolina seemed to recover some of her self-awareness. Her sobs of pain took on a new character as she realised she had pissed herself and a look of shock crossed her face. She tried to turn her head away from me and began to struggle weakly against my hold on her. "Please," she sobbed in a deep, hoarse voice, "please..." I reached up to take hold of her chin and used both hands to turn her face and body towards me. She fought the pressure of my hand on her face, her eyes tightly closed, an expression of utter humiliation and near-panic greeting me as she came into view. I leaned forward, pressed my lips against hers, and pushed my tongue deep into hers, giving her the deep tonsil-tickling kiss I knew she liked best. With her jaw still slack from crying, and her sobs sounding in my mouth, she began to kiss back, her reflexes taking her where her brain had not yet caught up. I pressed my right hand firmly against her hot right breast, not stroking or caressing, just holding it firmly, pushing it back against her ribs while the wounded flesh recovered. When she began kissing me more aggressively, hungrily, her eyes still closed, I slid my hand down her abdomen and over the beginning her smooth, tanned mound, both now slick with her sweat. I had to force her my way between her legs, timing the pressure I added to coincide with a deeper, harder kiss. Reluctantly, she parted her thighs for me, allowing me access to her pussy. She was soaked. Her piss had thoroughly wet the tops of her thighs, soaking down to her stocking tops. But I knew from the oily slickness and the heat of her pussy that her own lubrication was equally responsible for the hot wetness I could feel. Her pussy lips had parted slightly and I was able to push two fingers inside her with no resistance at all. Her breath on my face grew faster and her sobs were beginning to change to moans as I fingered her, roughly and deeply. Pulling my fingers out, I sought her clit, which was swollen and distended, a firm little marble against her wet, yielding cunt. I pressed against it, rolling it back and forth under my fingertips, and Karolina moaned hard into my mouth. I let go her wrists, which she brought round to rest on my chest, and collected her hair in my hand, using it to draw her face closer into mine and preventing her moving her head. I pulled back from her mouth and raised my fingers, dripping from her wet cunt, to her lips. "Lick me clean," I said, "I want to taste it in your mouth." I pulled her head forward and, without even a pause, she took my fingers as deep into her mouth as she could, licking and sucking as though desperate to taste her own piss and moistness. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and, although the pace of her tongue and lips never slackened, I could see she was searching my face for a sign. I smiled at her, took my fingers from her mouth, and kissed her with my eyes wide open, staring into hers. Her arms went around my neck and she let out a low moan that was equal parts lust and relief. I kissed her for a few minutes, running my hands over her sweat-slick back and cupping her hot ass cheeks, then gently disengaged. Resting my forehead on hers, I said, "I want you to go into the kitchen and get something to clean up my floor. I want you down on your hands and knees while you clean it and I want you to give me a good show while you do." That brought a smile to her face. If I wasn't going to be upset by her loss of control, then she had permission not to be upset either. And showing off her ass and pussy had always been among the challenges Karolina liked best. I sat down on a chair which gave me a good view of the small puddle on my floor, unbuttoning my shirt and releasing my cuff links. I was as hot as though I had run a mile. On the point of taking off my shirt, I decided that was something Karolina could take care of later on. Karolina had clearly taken the moment alone to collect herself. Still bright and flushed as walked back into the living room, with angry red patches discolouring both of her breasts, she had pulled up and straightened her stockings and finger-combed her hair into better order. She held a kitchen towel in her left hand. With a flourish, she executed a half-turn in front of me, standing between me and the puddle, and leant forward to show off her ass. "It's a bit sore, you know," she said, smiling over her shoulder. "Someone doesn't know his own strength." "How about up front?" I asked. The smile disappeared. "That's too painful to talk about right now. I thought about leaning into your freezer in there." "Poor baby," I mocked. "What's your pussy's view of the matter?" Karolina raised an eyebrow, then slowly, provocatively raised her index finger to her lips, then reached down behind herself to push it as deeply as she could into her pussy. "Oohh," she moaned, "I don't think I've ever been so wet." I could see from the movement of her knuckle that she was wriggling her finger inside her pussy, enjoying the heat and wetness. "What about further back?" I asked. "What does the next place you're going to be fucked think about things?" Closing her eyes, Karolina slowly removed her finger from her sopping pussy, her own fluids making it gleam in the light. Without hesitating or easing her way in, she slowly and firmly pushed the full length of it into her ass. "God, you look hot like that." I said. She smiled without opening her eyes and said, "I feel hot like this. I feel like such a slut." "That's exactly the right word for you right now," I said. "A slut who likes to show men how she fingers her ass." "Oh yes," Karolina purred, "That's what I am right now. I'm your hot slut and I'm showing off my ass for you. Showing off my pussy and my ass for you to look at." "Lucky me," I said, knowing Karolina loved to hear dirty talk when she was aroused. "A curvy little slut in stockings. A dirty little slut who likes to be spanked. A slutty bitch who wants a cock in her ass." "Mmmh," she said. "That's me. I'm that slut. I'm a whore." That started a bell ringing. In the half-dozen times I'd had Karolina talking dirty to me - either live or down the phone - I'd never heard her use the word whore. "You are a whore," I said, watching her reaction. "I'm a filthy whore and I'm fingering my ass for a man," she said in a low moan, working her finger harder into her ass. "Clean up your piss while you finger your ass, whore," I directed her. "Get down on your knees while you do it." Dropping to her knees, she began mopping the small puddle she'd made while furiously pushing her finger in and out of her ass. Deciding I didn't want to wait any longer, I hurriedly continued undressing, abandoning my plan to make Karolina do it for me. After taking my shirt off, I stopped to watch her and said "More fingers, whore. Open yourself up for me." She quickly thrust a second, then a third finger into her asshole, working them in and out to stretch the straining muscles. As I took my trousers off, she finished mopping, pushing the sodden towel aside and dropping her head onto her free arm, raising her ass higher so I could see. She was moaning softly with every breath, sometimes grunting slightly as her fingers reached new depths. "Work harder, whore." I told her as I took off the last of my clothes. "I'm not going to be gentle with you so you'd better have that slut ass ready." She moaned through her tight clamped jaw in response and began working her three fingers even more excitedly, burying them to the hilt in her ass, stretching the tight hole as far as she could. As I dropped by boxers on the couch, I spotted the tube of hand cream laying on a side table, not put away from my last night in front of the porn channel. Keeping my movements quiet, I picked it up and squeezed a generous blob of the oily white cream onto my palm. "Are you ready for me, whore? Is your ass ready for fucking?" I asked her. "Yes," she answered, her breath coming in gulps. "Please, I want it." I gave my straining cock a quick once-over with the cream and walked over to kneel behind her. "Show me." I ordered. Karolina withdrew her fingers from her asshole, which was now gaping slightly - perhaps the diameter of one of my fingers - and pulsing with her heartbeat. Taking my cock in my hand, I teased her, rubbing it in slow circles around her loosened ring, pushing gently against it but pulling away when she pushed her hips back against me. "Beg me for it." I commanded her. "What do you want me to do, whore?" "Please," she cried. "Please fuck my ass. Fuck my whore ass. Fuck it." "I'm not going to be gentle with you, slut. I'm going to treat you like a whore and fuck your ass hard. And once I'm in, I'm not going to stop until I come in you. Is that what you want, whore?" I asked. "Yes," she answered, her voice now a lust-filled moan. "Fuck me like a slut. Fuck my ass." With that, I leaned forward and drove my cock fully into her. Her ass was as tight as a vice around the base of my cock, pulsing and tightening wildly. She screamed a long "Aaaaah!" as the pain overcame her and began to fall forwards onto her breasts, trying to pull away. But my grip on her hips left her no room to move and I ground myself into her, my balls rubbing against her smooth cunt. "Play with your pussy, whore." I told her. "You'll start to like it faster if you try to come." Sobbing, her torso trembling and shuddering, she reached back with her right hand. I felt her long nails scratching against my balls as she forced three fingers into her wet pussy. "Here we go, slut," I warned her, withdrawing two-thirds of my cock. I looked down to see her ring distend as my cock slid outwards, the protesting muscles still throbbing, causing it to pulse around my shaft. Again, I rammed it into her, forcing another scream of pain, and I felt her fingers thrust even faster in and out of her cunt. I felt like banging her ass as hard as I could, letting the tight ring and her screams of pain take me to orgasm. But I knew I would last longer, and bring Karolina with me, if I used a different approach. Instead of slamming my cock into her for a third time, I ground myself against her hips, rocking us back and forth, withdrawing and thrusting my cock less than an inch with each stroke, letting her get used to its size. "God, you're tight, slut," I told her. "Your whore ass is squeezing me so hard. Do you like having my hard cock in your ass?" "Ohh," she murmured. "It hurts. It's stretching me so much..." "It's stretching you wide," I answered. "You've got my whole cock in your ass now, whore." "Mmm, yessss..." was all she could manage. I had only been grinding against her for a couple of minutes now, running my hands over her hot cheeks and bruised breasts while I kept up the pressure, but the sounds she was making were beginning to change from distress to pleasure. Her hand was matching my rhythm, pushing her fingers deeper inside as I ground forward, then sliding back as I lessened the pressure. I could feel no change in how tightly her ass was gripping my cock, still clamped around it, burning hot, but I withdrew a couple of inches anyway, then forced my way back in to the hilt. This time her gasp was an equal mix of pain and pleasure, an indrawn hiss through her clenched teeth that coincided with a harder, faster movement of the hand buried in her pussy. "How wet are you now, slut?" I asked, timing the words to match stronger thrusts into her ass. "I'm wet, I'm so wet. It feels so good," she panted. I sped up my thrusts, pulling a little more of my cock out of her ass each time and pushing against her a little harder with every forward stroke. Her asshole continued to pulse and distend around my cock and I could feel her muscles squeezing and contracting, gripping the base of my shaft hardest at the deepest part of each stroke when I pressed up against her. "I'm going to fuck your ass hard now, whore, just like I promised you. Are you going to make yourself come for me?" I asked. "Yes, yes," she breathed. "Want to come." With that, I withdrew my cock until only the head remained inside her and, taking a brutal grip on her hips, slammed forward, pulling her back hard enough to leave bruises on her hips. She cried out, again in pain, but I could feel her hand busily strumming her clit, dipping her fingers in and out of her pussy with increasing urgency. I picked up the pace of my assault on her ass, driving into her at a fast pace and using my new gym-toned muscles to force her hips back against me with every plunge forward. She was trapped under my hands, unable to draw away from me or set her own rhythm, just a warm body being used as a toy for my pleasure. Her breaths began coming in short gasps and I knew she was close to her orgasm. "Come for me now, slut." I ordered. "Come on, whore. Come for me." Her breath came in ragged gasps as her asshole began spasming and tightening around my cock. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!" were the only sounds she could make as a convulsive orgasm swept through her, wracking her muscles from thigh to shoulders. I gave her only a few moments to recover, listening to her gasp as she hung from grip on her hips, her shoulders and neck slumped on the hardwood floor. Reaching forward, I slid my hands over her breasts, raising her torso until she leant forward at a 45 degree angle. I was desperate to come and I knew exactly how I wanted her. Leaning towards her ear, I whispered: "It's my turn now, whore. Are you going to make me come?" "Yes, yes," she panted. "Come in me." "I want to hear you beg for it," I told her. "And I want to hear you crying while you beg." Shifting my grip on her breasts, I trapped her swollen nipples between the heels of my palms and my forefingers, clamping down with a grip that six months of weights had made rock hard. Karolina squealed in pain and her hands flew to mine, desperately trying to relieve the unbearable pressure I was putting or her abused nipples. "I'm not going to start fucking your whore ass until you start begging, slut," I reminded her. "Please," she sobbed. "Please... please fuck my ass." With that I began assaulting her asshole in earnest, slamming my full length into her, stretching her ass up and in with every stroke. At the deepest point of entry, I gave her nipples an extra squeeze, giving Karolina a little extra bit of pain to match the punishment her virgin ass was taking. I was in heaven as I heard the mix of sobs and filthy encouragement coming from her mouth: "Oh! Ah. Fuck my slut ass! Oh, it hurts. Oh fuck me hard. Fuck me, ah! I'm your whore. I'm - ah - your little slut whore. Oh, God may ass hurts so much from you. Fuck me - oh - harder..." I couldn't last hearing her pain, her lust and her humiliation. I was brutalising her asshole now, jerking my hips up, down and side to side as I stabbed into her, feeling her tortured ass flex and stretch with every new impact. She was babbling now, moaning and sobbing, barely able to speak: "Fuck! Ah-ah-ah ass...Ah-oh-oh...Whore..." As I felt the muscles under my cock start to tighten, I clamped down on Karolina's nipples as hard as I could, lifting her torso upright by yanking her breasts upwards. The backs of my hands were brushing her chin and she gave a perfect scream of agony as I began to come into her furnace-hot ass. My mind went blank with perfect pleasure. The sensation of this beautiful woman twisting and shuddering against me, the sound of her sobbing "Please! Please!", the feeling of release as I shot jet after jet into her bowels, the smell of sex and perfume, the fine sheen of sweat my orgasm released onto my skin: these all combined into the most intensely sexual and satisfying moment I had ever known. The next thing I knew I was slumped on Karolina's back, my weight pressing her chest into the floor, my breath coming in hot gasps against the back of her neck. Her hands cupped her tormented breasts and I could feel her shaking with relief, sniffling and sobbing from the pain I had caused her. I groaned with pleasure, feeling unutterably hot and spent. I levered myself half-upright with my palms against the floor, careful not to disengage my still-hard cock from Karolina's fetid ass, then wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me and folding my hands over hers. "You are so perfect, so beautiful," I told her, nuzzling the back of her neck. "That was just amazing. You're a perfect whore." She pressed herself back into me, arching her neck to be kissed. "Oh God, my knees," she exclaimed, shuddering slightly as our weight shifted. I laughed and leaned back to take more of our weight on my thighs. "Is that all that hurts?" I asked. She laughed, but quickly winced as other sensations caught up with her. "My nipples hurt so much and my ass..." she said, gingerly moving her hips to gauge the pain. "Hold on," I said, and slid back from her, allowing my softening cock to slide out of her. I leaned forward again, twisting my torso to slide my left arm under her thighs, then picked her up. Post-coital adrenaline and my trainer deserve equal credit for the fact that I swept 135 pounds of near-lifeless blonde into my arms without feeling anything worse than the hard pressure of the floor against my knees. Karolina turned her head towards me and I kissed her long and hard, circling her tongue and sucking on it lovingly. I broke the kiss to look at her tear-streaked face, her lips slack and swollen, her eyes bright and wet with tears. She was studying my face with equal intensity, her expression of fear and lust still lingering from her abuse. "No-one has ever made me feel this good," I told her and saw her smile begin. "Kick your shoes off, we're going to have a shower."