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Not Exactly What He Had in Mind!

By: Sextified



For a long time now I have been reading stories on this site but haven't contributed any of my own. I'd like to think their are still many of us who prefer the thrill of what our own imaginations can conjure up by just reading well crafted words . . . than the forced dull thrill of blatant stereotypical sexual images of a standard XXX photo or video.

Years ago I used to visit lots of Men's clubs and always seemed to be attracted to the women who had a real vulnerability and slight quirkiness about them. Nothing turned me off more than the obligatory blonde whose personality was as fake as their overlarge surgically enhanced breasts. Because I am truly a nice guy . . . admittedly extremely horny nice guy . . . I ended up making friends with lots of the dancers who put something of their real selves on stage for all of us to see. 

Notice I said friends . . . not that I took a different one home every night for wild unprotected and uninhibited sex. I said friends . . f-r-i-e-n-d-s. Just like in real life, the typical dancer in Men's clubs can be any combination of nice, funny, traitorous, evil, dumb, vindictive, sweet, gentle, cruel, victimized, sexy, neurotic, insane, beautiful, confused, smart, manipulative . . . and occasionally honest as well. 

To say that they are all one thing or another is wrong. But for the most part they ARE all out there to make money. If you go into the Gentleman's Club arena mindful of that fact . . . you can have some really interesting experiences. 

Some dancers happen to be more up front about their real life situation than others. Those few are the ones who I always seemed to develop a real connection with. I would prefer to spend my time and my money with a honest happily married dancer with two kids . . . than the most sexy, vivacious bombshell that promised everything to everyone . . . but delivered nothing but purposeful cruel heartache to everyone around her. That is the kind of dancer that management, customers and even other dancers avoid and despise. Even if I had absolutely NO shot of EVER getting together with them in my bed . . . the ones who opened up and showed part of who they really were got my attention. Much to the confusion of all of the bimbo barracudas that seem to try and take over most clubs.

Because I am a genuinely nice guy . . . and had more spare cash in those days than I seem to have now . . . I actually became good "club friends" with lots of the girls. I got to learn more about them and what went on behind the scenes than even the guys who actually "dated" some of them outside the club. Being a good listener . . . able to give a shoulder to cry on when appropriate . . . and having a relatively reliable B.S. meter . . . allowed me to enjoy going to the clubs relatively unscathed for a long, long time. 

Not to say that I didn't get taken on a few unfortunate occasions. But all in all I learned more about some aspects of women's thoughts, desires, hopes and expectations in a few short years there than if I had done the typical Saturday night trolling in the flashy downtown upscale pickup bars.

The reason for this long drawn out preface is to explain where SOME of the sources of ideas for my stories come from. They are NEVER the TRUTH . . . I wouldn't embarrass or betray anyone in that fashion. They are simply stories. Not what I have done. Not necessarily what I would want done to me. Not even at times what I would want to see done to someone else. Just stories that seem to write themselves based on what I have seen in the clubs, seen on video, and read on sites like this one.

I just want to give a little something back to those that have taken the time to write . . . and those who still prefer their pictures in their own heads rather than what has come to inundated most of the web these days.

[Required disclaimer: Everything in these stories is not true and did not happen. Names are picked at random. Do not screw up your life trying to do these things for real. Always protect yourself and your partner. Respect their limits and make them respect yours. Have fun and explore together . . . wisely!]

Not exactly what he had in mind! by Sextified

© 2007 All rights Reserved Do NOT publish on any other site without prior written permission.

One of the nice things about having a dancer for a girlfriend is that you know they are ready to try just about anything. I always say JUST about anything because you can screw up a good thing by trying to take advantage of too often. Balance works! Believe me!

I had met Keeley at one of the nicer clubs in town. She wasn't your typical dancer. I found out she once had a good daytime job. A job that she liked and had spent a lot of money going to college to get qualified for. She started dancing about halfway through college right after she met her longtime sleaze of an ex-boyfriend. 

He was the one who actually convinced her to start dancing in the first place. He worked construction, drove a nice car but always seemed too broke to help her out. Going to school full time and working nights at a multiplex movie theatre kept her broke. When her old car finally gave out she asked for some help from her Ex to repair it. He suggested she enter one of those amateur night dancer contests to get the cash for a real mechanic instead. 

They had been inside a few of the clubs before . . . mainly entering in them almost at closing time after a long night of drinking, dancing and listening to bands downtown. Afterwards they would go home and have terrific sex . . . although they were usually too drunk to remember what they did while having sex. I am sure you can relate to that feeling in some way! ;)

Well she was really broke and finally agreed to do it . . . for him mainly . . but also for herself. She had to get pretty hammered to go out on stage that first time . . . but once out there she really enjoyed herself. At this time you are probably more than ready to hear what she actually looks like. 

Keeley is a tall thin redhead with a classic ballet dancer's body. 

Her breasts are on the small side but have perfect nipples that swell erotically when she gets excited. Most of her areolas are a pale pink color but darken on the edges in a way I haven't seen on very many women. Keeley hips are somewhat slimmer than most men would like . . . but she is very womanly . . . and her curves promise to only get better with age. Her long curly dark red hair contrasts nicely against her pale white and sometimes rosy skin. Very few freckles . . . just enough dusting here and there to enhance and interest you in why they are where they are! ;)

But to me the most beautiful thing about any women is her face, her eyes and the emotions you can read just by looking at her. Keeley had very vivid green eyes and a slight whimsical elfin smile. In my mind . . . PERFECT!

You could read what she was thinking and feeling just by looking at her. If she wouldn't look at you . . you knew something was wrong. The moment you got to look at her squarely in the face you knew exactly how she was feeling. What caused her to feel that way you might have to drag out of her . . . but what she was really feeling was always plain to see . . . if you just took the time to care and to really look.

So how do I enter the picture? VERY carefully!

Keeley went on to dance regularly after winning third place in that amateur contest. Just enough money to get her car going . . . but also enough to get her started on the road that traps so many women in the dancing lifestyle.

She did quit her legitimate job and finished her degree by working just a few hours a week dancing at night. When she finished college she thought she could get a good paying job in the field she was trained for. Problem was she never interned for a company the last two years of college. The only job she could get that she actually wanted were the low paying entry level kinds. The college debt she had wrung up before she started dancing was huge. So she put off her career to dance full time to try and pay it off quickly . . . with the thought to maybe going on to get her Masters degree if she could.

This is where the evil ex comes in . . . goes out . . . and I finally enter the picture.

The ex was living the life now. A very sexy, very horny girlfriend coming home every night with loads of cash. They got a better place to live. He got a better car to drive. He got a new motorcycle to drive. The more money she made - the less he worked. When he got laid off at his construction job he didn't bother to look seriously for another job. Finally he just stopped looking all together. And he encouraged her to work more and more shifts.

She didn't like it . . . but she thought she loved him and was safe with him!

Well his freeloading ways got to both of their finances. And as happens with dancers a lot . . . one of Keeley's dancer friends needed a place to stay to get away from an abusive boyfriend. So now the boyfriend had TWO sexy women sharing their expensive apartment . . and a lot of time to think about all of the possibilities. ALL of them! ;)

Men, including me, can be such pigs at times. Just chalk it up to the baser side of human nature. As far as Keeley knew they had always been faithful to each other. That wasn't true on his part . . . but she honestly believed that he had been faithful too her.

They had always had a good sex life . . . with him leading the way and pushing her boundaries as much as he thought he could get away with. Even getting her to regularly do things she didn't enjoy very much . . . and even getting her really hammered to get her to do the things she hated as well. You don't remember much when you are halfway passed out and feeling no pain. Having fantasies and roleplaying them is one thing . . . acting on them in real life . . . without any real choice was quite another.

Ex had a plan. He had a good plan. Getting Keeley blind drunk had always worked before and he felt confident it would work again. He had saved some money from what he was skimming off the top of her pay and he "inflated" a few of the their bills. 

He then told both girls to take a rare Saturday night off and he would treat them to a night they would always remember. And unfortunately for Keeley . . . he did just that.

Shelly, the irstwhile roommate, was a short, busty, rubenesque blond with very large breasts. She kept her hair cut boyishly short . . . but that was the only boyish thing about her. Her bedroom blue eyes, deep voice and teasing manner always kept her busy at the club. And because she wasn't too scrupulous about what she said . . . or had to do . . . to hook her clients . . . she always seemed to make lots more money than Keeley. Shelly was as much a physical as well as spiritual opposite of Keeley as there ever could be.

After a long night of seeing bands at the rock clubs, stopping at really expensive ultra trendy places to eat, and alcohol flowing freely at each and every stop . . . he finally had both Shelly and Keeley primed and ready to go home. A quick final cab ride to their swanky high rise apartment and everything was working to plan.

Once home, Ex whispered to Shelly to go put on something sexy and wait a few minutes while he got a surprise ready for her. Shelly had an idea what was going on and quickly agreed. She knew that Keeley didn't have an interest in girls . . . especially her for that matter . . . but Shelly always wanted to see Keeley forced into something. She was only staying at their apartment because she had helped Keeley learn the ropes when Keeley had first started dancing. She knew Keeley was a little submissive from flirting with Ex that night . . . and it made her very wet to think of being in control of her.

By the time she heard some moaning coming from the other bedroom she was anxious and excited to get started. And she had more than a few toys to take in there with her.

What Shelly saw when she quietly pushed open her "roommates" bedroom door surprised even her a bit!

Even though the candle light was dim she could easily see that Keeley was already stretched out naked on the bed. Her long red hair had been pulled up into a ponytail and her eyes covered in a black leather blindfold. Each arm was attached to the headboard with a rope tied to a soft furry velcro cuff. The arms were tied out just short of being fully extended. Her long pale legs were held open by a spreader bar at the ankles. The bar itself was also tied loosely to the foot of the bed . . . Keeley wasn't going anywhere fast . . and for the moment she didn't look like she wanted too.

Ex was also naked and down between her legs busily trying to bring her to the edge of an orgasm with his mouth . . . one that he fully intended she wouldn't reach for a long, long time. Keeley always seemed to like a little bit of denial and the extra charge it always brought to her delayed orgasms. He liked to keep her on the edge as long as possible . . . and really only finally consenting to pushing her over the edge because he was afraid of what she would do to him if he left her high and dry. 

Sweet Keeley may be . . . but deep down she had the true temper of a redhead . . . and once crossed even he didn't want to be on the wrong side of it.

Keeley was getting closer and closer to her climax when Ex pulled away and started to move towards her breasts. She moaned in protest but he quickly placed his hand over her mouth. Shelly by now had recovered over her surprise at seeing Keeley so laid out and vulnerable. For her it was a dream come true and she quickly came up with a plan of her own.

Shelly brought another candle to the table beside the bed. Ex noticed her for the first time and was very appreciative of her chosen outfit. A bright blue stocking and garter set enclosed her strong thick legs and shapely waist. A matching half bra struggled to contain her large breasts with her dark and very large areolas pushed up and out for him to see. Her nipples had hardened in excitement and he could clearly see wetness forming on the totally shaven folds of her pussy. 

He also noticed the large bag she was holding in her right hand . . . and that her left hand had lowered to begin to play with herself. Ex motioned with a free hand for Shelly to turn up the stereo playing dance music up a bit louder. He brought his knee up to Keeley's crotch to rub against her mound. While she was moaning in renewed excitement he attacked her breasts again . . . lightly biting on each nipple . . . slowly back and forth . . . one after the other in slow agonizing succession. 

Keeley never noticed the volume getting louder. She was much too distracted to notice something so far away from her world of frustrated pleasure. With the volume now sufficiently loud to cover any stray noise, Shelly quickly emptied out the contents of her magic bag. She lovingly took out each implement and mimed its purpose silently to Ex.

This was going even better than he had hoped for . . or so he thought.

Ex was so distracted that he almost let Keeley go over the edge for her first orgasm of the night. He quickly pulled off of her breasts and pulled his knee away from her crotch. Keeley moaned in frustration and started to speak. Ex quickly spun around and placed his cock in Keeley's mouth and began to kiss his way slowly downwards. Keeley relaxed and started to take what she could of his cock down her throat. She moaned in anticipation as Ex began to get closer to her dripping sex.

Shelly had almost finished her preparations and signaled to Ex that she had forgotten something and would be right back. She quickly ran to the kitchen and made a pitcher of mixed drinks and found two glasses. She filled the first one to the halfway mark. Very carefully she poured a small amount one of her own little concoctions . . . from a bottle that had been in her magic bag . . . into the second glass. This she then also filled to the exact halfway point as well. With everything placed on a large tray . . . and her little bottle safely out of sight . . . she quietly made her way back to the bedroom. 

She placed the tray on the floor out of the way of any potential action and brought the treated glass to Ex. He broke off his slow sensuous clitoral torture to nod his approval. She held it out for him to take a sip and then carefully and precisely placed it back on the tray. Ex was delighted to be served by such beautiful an appreciative accomplice. After taking a look at the arrangement of toys he pointed at the large strapon harness. It was a very tight fitting complicated looking affair. Shelly nodded and went to put it on. Ex redoubled his efforts on Keeley . . . but had to take his cock out of Keeley's mouth when he saw that Shelly was in the harness much faster than he had expected.

Shelley's white skin, large breasts, very erect nipples, blue garter and thick black leather harness excited him very much. Almost too much. He didn't want to come just yet . . . but he had to put his cock back into Keeley mouth to shut her up. Once he came . . . he knew Keeley would expect to be pushed over the edge. As long as he could hold out . . . she thought, no she had been trained even . . . to wait for her own pleasure after his.

Shelly waved at Ex again to get his attention on the matters at hand. She was holding up several dildo attachments. The first was about 5 and half inches long and was about his own penis'' size in width. The second dildo was a bit wider and about eight inches long. Ex pointed to the first one . . . and then a really huge monster on the floor. It was 12 inches long and twice as thick as his own cock. The latex was a rather unnatural purple color . . . but had realistic thick veins rippling down its length. 

Shelly seemed to understand him and attached the first smaller artificial cock to her harness. She then picked up the monster and a bottle of strawberry flavored lube. Placing the monster and the lube carefully on the bed Shelly leaned down over the foot board and raised ex's head up away from Keeley dripping snatch. She kissed him hungrily on his lips and tasted Keeley's juices on him. She shudder in anticipation and whispered in Ex's ear. 

Slowly they both lowered their heads down. But this time it was Shelly's lips that kissed and sucked on Keeley. Ex had a closeup view of the first time Keeley ever was eaten out by a woman. It was too much for him and he had to pull out of Keeley's mouth completely. He asked her to lick his balls for him in a stern voice. Keeley never noticed that the mouth didn't leave her pussy until after he had actually spoken. 

Ex leaned back down to get a better view, while Keeley busily applied herself to his balls and the outside of his shaft. Seeing Shelly beginning to stick her tongue deep inside of Keeley was getting to be much too much for him. Try as he might, he knew he was going to pop soon and then the fun would be over. He would have to let Keeley come and nothing he could do would make her shut up. Their apartment walls were thick . . but not THAT thick!

His breathe was coming faster and faster when he spotted a solution. A large rubber ball gag was in Shelly's pile of toys. He tapped on Shelly's shoulder to look at where he was pointing. They carefully exchanged mouths on Keeley's clit and Shelly went to get the ball gag. It had a heavy leather strap to secure it to Keeley's head . . and the large ball was soft and pliable and once securely in place it would keep any noise from escaping her lips.

When Shelly returned with the ball gag, Ex pulled away completely and moved off the bed. Keeley was not ready for this . . . and even as drunk as she was she knew this had gone on long enough. Ex quickly took the ball gag from Shelley and leaned down to Keeley's ear. He was ready he promised. He wouldn't tease her any more. He was worried about the neighbors hearing them. Would she wear something to keep her from being heard if he promised to take care of her right away?


Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 02



Thanks so much for all of the feedback so far. I really appreciate all of your votes as well. Now that I am writing a few stories here I understand better how important it is to vote.

I know I released the first story a bit too soon and it was a bit too rough in places. But I was nervous that if I didn't post it when I did . . . it would never get uploaded at all! Strange how you can get so nervous about the reception of an anonymously posted purely fictional story.

This next part should be even more interesting. The beginnings of a tentative relationship forms between the two main characters of this series. The story will also eventually be much more in line with a BDSM theme rather than the Non-Consent direction it started in. But I felt it was important to show where Keeley was sexually at the time she moved in with "me". ;)

As always this is a completely fictional story and the names are chosen at random. Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Making these kinds of things happen in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the limits of others and make them respect your limits as well. ALWAYS play safe! ALWAYS!

Part one - Not exactly what he had in mind!

Part two - - A video reveals she'd asked for it!

Part three - What to do while waiting to heal!

by Sextified

© 2007 All rights reserved.


Part two - - A video reveals she'd asked for it!



I really think that Shelly knew in advance that Keeley would be calling me for help. Shelly always knew how much I cared for and worried about Keeley. She also knew I was still hurting inside from the cruel betrayal of my own divorce . . . even if it was oh so many years ago. Even a proudly self proclaimed, evil, manipulative bitch can try to do a good turn every once in a while. Funny how right she was!

It took a bit of doing but I got all of Keeley's personal belongings into my car and her safely tucked away into my own bed at my small apartment. Then I rushed out and borrowed a delivery van from my work and got all her furniture and boxes loaded into it. A "quick" trip to a Storage-R-Us got me a 10' x 25' unit to dump everything into.

Shelly's irate sugar daddy had evidently removed Ex from their old apartment while I was getting Keeley to safety. No sign of him anywhere. Good thing too. I wasn't feeling too charitable towards him at the moment. I certainly didn't trust I could hold on to my rapidly growing temper any longer. Keeley had looked awful when I had picked her up. I wasn't sure how many of her bruises he was responsible for and how much was Shelly's doing.

I was sure that whatever awaited Ex at the hands of Shelly's Sugar Daddy would be far, far worse than what had happened to Keeley.

By the time I finally got back to my apartment I probably looked almost as bad as Keeley did. Keeley's call had come after a long night for me and I hadn't had any sleep since she asked for my help. It had taken a brutal effort getting all of her stuff out of her apartment, into a service elevator, out into the loading zone, up onto the truck, across town to the nearest storage place to me, out of the truck and stuffed into the unit. Then I had to drive the truck back to my work's warehouse . . . after I had gassed it back up. My boss wouldn't be happy with me borrowing it . . . but I did everything needed without damaging anything but my own tired body.

I am six foot . . . well almost six foot . . . and a thin looking 205 lbs. Glasses, longish brown hair, the clear pale skin of a night shift worker, a wry smile along with grayish eyes that I am told are my most interesting feature. Not handsome . . . but cute . . . the kinda cute most women want to set their best friends up with. Not the kind of cute they want to date themselves. Decidedly a nice guy in their opinion.

That means they want to talk with me rather than fuck me. They want to talk about their problems . . . not mine . . . and most dancers need to talk more than they need to fuck. 

I struggled up the three flights of stairs to my own apartment. Small it was even for me and my cat . . . even smaller now with Keeley's personal stuff scattered about. Some of my own stuff would have to go to the new storage unit now as well. But I had to get some sleep after I made sure Keeley was ok. I still had a shift coming up! How I was going to make it all the way through the night in one piece was going to take an amazing bit of luck.

Keeley was still a sleep in my bed. She was hunched over in a fetal position, but had kicked the covers off of her. She was clad only in a thin linen night shirt. And that was it. She had taken a shower and her hair looked a bit damp still. My cat Ruthy kept a watchful eye on her and looked at me wanting praise for having guarded her so well. At least Keeley was a cat person and Ruthy had accepted her. A quick scratch behind Ruthy's ears and a return headbutt let me know that all in catdom was acceptable.


I pulled up just the sheet over Keeley's lithe but bruised body and I went to get a well deserved soak in the shower.

This was going to be hard. I had a woman that I had lusted over for months staying in my tiny little apartment. I hadn't lived with anyone since the divorce . . . and hadn't found someone I would even consider asking to . . . except for her.

As beat up physically as she was . . . I still had as many emotional bruises on the inside. It was a toss up as to who was actually in better shape.

A plaintive meow reminded me that I still had worked to do. At least the complex had a central boiler. I never ran out of hot water. The door to the bathroom was just a bit open as I got out of the shower. I had to find a towel and a robe since Keeley had used mine earlier. Ruthy ran back out of the bathroom towards the small kitchen. The hungry cat had edged the door opened up a bit wider as I finally got into the robe.

Keeley still looked asleep, but I wasn't so sure. The cat fed, watered and fussed over, I was ready to try and talk with Keeley. We needed to set some ground rules . . . and soon. I looked in the bedroom to see Keeley awake and leaning back against the headboard. Just her thin linen shift was all that was between me and her. I gulped nervously and sat on the edge of the bed. Ruthy took her rightful place in the middle . . . just watching us and playing chaperon. Smart cat!

Before Keeley could begin I waded in first. "Shelly called and explained part of what happened. But I want to know something first. Why me? You know how I feel about you. You know how hard this is going to be on me. Are you wanting me to help you because you need help . . . or because you want ME to be the one to help you?"

Keeley hesitated and didn't look me in the eye. "I need help. I need some time to get healed up before I can go back to dancing. I am just too far in debt. I don't know where I am going to dance . . . but I have to get started as soon as I can. I want out . . . but I want out on my terms."

I moved off the bed and around to the headboard. Ruthy also moved closer and rested one sharp paw on my leg as I sat down. I reached out and gently pulled Keeley's chin around to face me directly. "I care for you . . . and I will behave myself while you are here . . . but don't push me to far. Even I have my limits. You have more of an idea than most what they are . . . but don't be cruel."

"Keeley. You called me because you wanted my help. You wanted me to help you get back on your feet. You know I will do what's needed whether you like it or not. You know that in another place and time that we might have been together already. You know what I have been through . . . and I know what you have been through. We have spent months talking with each other . . . learning about each other . . . while you enjoyed dancing for me naked and teasing me mercilessly."

"Do you really think you can stay here for a month or more without us getting physical?"

Keeley looked me straight in the eye and held my gaze. "I am here because you are you. Because if I needed it . . . and if I asked it of you . . . you wouldn't touch me, ever. I don't need you to be that strong . . . but look what they did to me!"

I thought I understood. "Show me"

Shyly Keeley leaned forward and slowly worked the thin shift over her head. She moaned as it tangled as she tried to pull it over her head. I reached forward and helped her remove it. I told her to lay down on her stomach. Her pale white skin and long red hair looked beautiful against the blue sheets of my bed. I helped her by pulling her long limbs straight and lightly caressed her long legs. Shelley and her Ex had done a real number on her.

I knew I had to look at the tape soon to understand everything . . . but Keeley was more important than my prurient interests right now.

My only other close female friend had danced long enough to get her massage therapy license after her own bitter divorce. Then Raina had worked as a massage therapist while she went on to get her degree in Psychology. She continued to dance only occasionally right up until the time she graduated. Then she had to leave to Seattle to go get her masters degree there. I learned everything she did right along with her . . . about massage, yoga, shiatsu and meditation. I even picked up more of Psychology than I thought I had while helping her to study for her exams.

Raina actually believed I was better than some of the trained massage therapists she worked with. She had encouraged me to get my own license but I told her I felt I just couldn't do that. Massage was something I had always done to someone of MY choice. I just couldn't work on people off the street . . . or on guys for that matter. 

I worked on Raina a lot while she was dancing at the club. Always proper. Always above board. Even the management didn't seem to mind when Raina let her friends know how good she thought I was. So for the last few years at the club I had gotten lots of practice giving shoulder rubs, back rubs and leg rubs to scantily clad women in between their stage dances. All the while under the watchful eyes of the management. Having a VIP membership can buy you quite a bit of latitude! ;)

Believe it or not. Be a nice guy and don't ever grope a dancer. Get yourself on the "Good" customer list and the word will get around very quickly. You will be surprised what kind of dances you'll get if you do that! Dancers will more than compensate you for your time and trouble . . . but only if they feel they can trust you! 

( I said I was a pig sometimes . . . the secret is to be a pig when women WANT you to be a pig! )

So I already knew Keeley's body very well in a clinical sort of way. She would tease me while dancing for me. I'd tease her back while giving her a neck or back massage. When her calves were hurting I'd bend the rules and work on them right there in the VIP room. I think she trusted me even more because I had never taken advantage of her. I even behaved myself the night she had gotten so drunk that she almost pushed me beyond MY limits. We actually got in a bit of trouble with the house mother that night. I had to do a fast bit of talking to get us both out of hot water!

Back to having a quirky beautiful, redhead naked in my bed!

I gently examined each leg. Holding each one just inches off of the bed and carefully supporting it while I felt along her bruised skin. I had noticed that the cuffs they had used hadn't torn the skin around the ankles. But those cheap furry cuffs just didn't cushion enough for what they had put her through. Keeley moaned in pain as I gently explored the damage.

I worked my way up along her thighs and noted a few deep bruises there. A few slashes from a cane maybe on her slim buttocks? One looked pretty bad. Hopefully it wouldn't leave a scar or get infected. Her lower back had a few bruises from where she had been gripped way too tightly. Her shoulders flinched as I carefully ran my fingers over her shoulder blades. Her arms must have been tied over her head for hours. A few light scratches . . . Shelly's long fingernails no doubt . . . marked her back as if Keeley had been clenched in the throes of passion. 

If nothing else Shelly had had a good time impressing her "lesson" upon Keeley.

I worked my way down each arm. The elbows were roughened from the time she had spent on her knees. They joints looked swollen and painful as well. The wrists had the same dark bruises gotten from those supposedly "comfortable" restraints. People! You can't keep ANY part of the human body continuously bound for that long . . . especially if your partner is struggling against their bonds!

Even her hands were red and swollen. I gently turned them over and opened up her clenched fists. Deep cuts from her own fingernails were etched into her skin. No wonder she had kept them closed. I softly whispered to her that she was ok . . . and shuddered a bit myself as she whimpered while I let her fists close.

I gave her a moment to rest before I helped her turn over . . . it was even worse on this side.

She turned her head away as I looked at her. I leaned down and held her face in both hands. When she finally met my eyes I told her she would be ok . . . and to close her eyes and try to relax. I wasn't going to hurt her. A strange grin came over her face. "Not unless I ask you to . . . right?"

I felt a leap of lust stir beneath my bathrobe. "That's not fair! This is hard for me too!"

She looked hurt for a moment and quickly looked up to see my expression. She relaxed as she saw my own slight smile. "Shssshhhh", I said. Keeley relaxed a bit and closed her eyes. I looked down the length of her body and saw her completely naked for the first time. I ran my hands lightly along the sides of her body . . . careful to avoid anything remotely sexual as I crossed below her hips. Even so her body tensed and drew upwards in pain as I did so.

I continued quickly down to her calves and ankles. I gently worked over the soles of both of her feet. I was shocked to notice that I had missed a few deep bruises on her heels. Bastard! That had to have been Ex! You want to hurt a dancer . . . hurt her feet. And the soles of the feet attacked in that particular way only yields pain . . no pleasure . . except for the scum that inflicts the pain. I fervently hoped that Shelly's Sugar Daddy took his time with whatever he was doing to Ex. 

I uncharacteristically vowed to get my own revenge against Ex . . . but not the kind he would be expecting!

I then carefully avoided the soles of her feet altogether . . . and lightly massaged her ankles to see how swollen they were. Nothing too bad. The heels were why she had limped so badly up to my third floor apartment. I would have carried her up here if she would have let me. Damn what the neighbors would have thought anyway!

I slowly worked my way up to her knees. Again, the skin was just rough from rubbing against the sheets and having so much weight and force pushing against her. Keeley tightened up as I spread her knees open slightly. I kept my voice low and soothing as I murmured nonsense at her. My voice was what was important . . . not what I was saying. Comforted she sank a bit deeper into the bed. She opened her legs open a bit more on her own . . . but she tightly closed her eyes and trembling fists.

Nothing was torn on the outside . . . but I could see that her sex was bruised and swollen. Her mostly shaved pussy looked puffy. There was the beginnings of some deep bruising along her pubic bone. She was trembling even more now. Her whole body was shaking as if she was beginning to go into shock. I hugged her hips gently. Giving her some pressure to relax into. A low moan escaped her as she felt the weight of my chest against her hips. Keeley relaxed and her whimpering slowly stopped. The shudders finally ceased and I waited a few moments more before I raised up again.

I carefully placed one hand over her whole sex. She didn't flinch and a slight nod gave me the ok to continue. I wet my own fingers in my mouth and gently pushed her folds aside for a better look. No response at all from Keeley. She was holding nervously still . . . waiting to hear from me. Keeley had done a good job in the shower. Despite of being very swollen the bruised flesh looked fine. That had to be Shelly . . . and the strawberry lube I had smelled on Keeley when I had first brought her home. Ex wouldn't have thought or cared that much to have taken the precaution to lube her so well.

"You're ok. You'll be fine down there. You are beautiful there even now."

Keeley moaned in relief and tried to pull me up to me her face. "Shssshhh . . . not just yet", I said. She relaxed and let me trail my fingers upwards up over her abdomen. A slight wince and that was all. A bit of soreness around the ribs . . . mainly from screaming into the gag I thought.

Her beautiful small breasts had taken the brunt of some damage. A few bite marks on the lower globes. An angry red soreness on her nipples where some kind of clamps or teeth had been used. Some bruising that looked to be finger marks where her whole breasts had been pushed or pulled together. Maybe a twisting kind of bruise where the whole aerolas had been wrenched in the height of passion . . . whether Shelly's, Ex's or Keeley's I wouldn't know until I looked at the tape.

As I looked up at her I saw the same kind of light bruising around her throat. Choking! Was she into that . . or had it just been done to her?

Her face was ok. They had left it alone except for her mouth. Swollen and bitten, her lips looked painful to me. I placed a finger gently on her lips and she flinched violently! Her eyes flew open and it seemed to take her a moment to recognize me. It was as if she was seeing someone else there for a moment. A shudder and a whimper of an apology told me that she was ok. 

Keeley opened her mouth and let me look in. Swollen and red . . . but otherwise ok. Her jaws must be hurting her something fierce though. And her always melodious voice was harsh and rough. "Elsewhere too.", she whispered.

She struggled to turn over and I numbly understood. Shelly's anal proclivities were evidently more than just a rumor. Damn! I should have thought of that earlier. Slowly I ran my hands carefully down her spine. Keeley seemed to take comfort in the contact. Better this from me than some complete stranger or judgmental doctor or nurse. Better that she have some control of the examination . . . and someone she knows will stop if she asks . . . but that will still do what's needed if necessary.

As I reached her buttocks again she opened up her legs on her own. I understood a bit late some of the bruises that I had found there earlier. Gently I parted her cheeks. Again Keeley seemed to freeze in place. I did what I had to do. Keeley had cleaned up well . . . and she looked fine down there. Shelly again I expected. The tape would let me know for sure. At least that was something to be thankful for. 

Ironic that you are grateful that an abuser who does something like that to you actually knows what they are doing!

I ran my hands back up to her shoulders and tried to ease them a bit. Not really kneading them though . . . they were way too sore for that. Just stretching and encouraging them to loosen up what they could on their own. Sometimes that's really all you can do. After a very long while I finally stepped off of the bed and drew the sheet up over her again. 

I was a bit disconcerted to see that Ruthy had been closely watching me from the dresser the whole time. 

In a catty sort of way, she stretched, yawned and turned around in circles before lowering her head to go to sleep. I had her approval at least. I went to turn off the lights and head to the couch in the living room. I almost jumped out of my skin when Keeley spoke softly and firmly behind me. I figured that she had fallen asleep after I had worked on her shoulders for so long.




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 02



"Hold me tonight . . . just hold me"

It wasn't and order. It wasn't even a request. It was just a statement of what she preferred. What she instinctively knew we both needed. I felt she was right . . . I just hadn't dared to suggest it. Even though my whole being was crying out for it . . . and I hadn't even dared to admit it to myself.

A slipping off of my robe. A lifting of a sheet. A snuggling that I hadn't expected. As she struggled to find a comfortable spot . . . eventually we spooned with me behind her. She lifted my arm to cover her shoulder and placed my hand between her breasts.

One soft meow from Ruthy and we both seemed to fall asleep immediately.

**********

A rude pounce upon my chest woke me up. It was late . . . and my cat was letting me know it was time for her breakfast. I had forgotten to set my alarm . . . but my four footed one worked well as its backup! ;)

Keeley was awake and watching me. Her night shirt was back on and the sheet pulled up to her waist. Her smile let me know I was missing something.

". . . and . . .", I prompted.

"You got to see all of me last night. I got to see all of you . . . and that . . . this morning. It was only fair!" She grinned. I looked down and saw that I had kicked of the sheets and my morning woody was standing stiffly at attention. It leaped of its own accorded as Keeley got a fresh view. I went to cover myself with my hands or the sheet . . or anything. Keeley's hands flashed and held my own.

"A lot of girls at the club would be jealous if they saw us right now. Why haven't you ever taken one of them home. More than a few of them have wanted to!"

"The ones I wanted didn't want me. I didn't want to hurt the ones who wanted more than I could give them. The other ones who would have taken me to bed would have been only trouble. REAL trouble. Besides . . . there was one . . . but nobody knows."

"Who!", she said excitedly. "I don't believe it. Some of us were betting you were gay! No one has that kind of control all of the time! Do I know her?"

"Maybe . . . we got drunk one night and I took her home to make sure she got there ok. She kinda jumped me. We did a few things afterwards too . . . but we kept it real quiet. I'm sorry. I can't say who. When it matters . . . if it matters . . . you'll know. I promise"

"Hmmph", she said in a huff. 

But I caught her eye and saw the glint of amusement there. I looked plaintively at the clock and she understood. 

"You have to go to work. So sorry I can't take care of that for you!", she said as she leered at my painfully stiff cock.

"That's just mean! This is hard enough on me as it is . . . pardon the pun. Will you be ok here on your own while I am gone? Seriously. I can actually call in sick if I need to."

She honestly pondered it a bit. "No. I am ok. I had a look around while you were sleeping. Ruthy showed me the place. It's nice here. Small but nice. You did a good job getting all of my stuff put away. You really got ALL of my stuff into the storage unit? By yourself?"

"Yeah", I said sheepishly. "I'll take you there tomorrow if you'd like. But right now I have to get in the shower. I bent to pick up my robe and put it on. Again she reached out and held my hand. She took it and brought it up to her lips. "No. Please."

Shaken, I thought I understood. I stood up and faced her. She slowly got up and moved around to my side of the bed. She was still so sore . . and the worst of that soreness was actually still yet to come. She looked up at me and held my face in both hands. She kissed me gently and pressed her naked body against mine. I trembled and my swollen cock ached. We held onto each other tightly for a moment. Before things got out of hand, she broke away and led me to the bathroom.

She started the shower and closed the curtain. While we waited for the water to warm up she looked pointedly at my cock. "You have to go to the bathroom don't you? And you can't do it like that? And we really aren't ready to do anything else are we? If you try that here you'll just make a mess."

I murmured a breathless, "It really wouldn't be a good idea."

Keeley smiled that shy honest smile and said, "I'll just have to help you another way won't I!"

Confused, I was shocked as she drew me into the shower by my cock. I struggled for control as I was so close to the body I had wanted for so long. The water was warm and getting warmer as she pushed me towards the spray. She reached again for my cock and pointed it slightly downwards. My body struggled between the need to pee and the need to come. My cock eventually softened slightly and I was able to begin to let go.

Guys are pigs, remember? We ALL pee in the shower. Here was a woman that seemed to understand that! Just don't ask a woman to ever admit that they do it too! Call it a basic natural physical response. Whatever else I didn't know about Keeley . . . I felt it was going to be an interesting learning experience. It was such a strange sensation to have your dick held by someone else while you are peeing. Honestly, I just can't find the proper words to describe it.

It wasn't dirty. It wasn't filthy. I wasn't peeing on her or myself. Just something shared that was so intimate and unexpected. After a long, long time I finished and she actually even shook off the last drops. Then the real "fun" began. Sort of! ;)

Knowing I had to hurry she quickly got a washcloth and soaped me up. Every time I tried to help she slapped my hands away. She was thorough. She was quick. She proved a couple of times that this could be a real pleasurable experience if we just had the time. I had a fetish of sorts for Japanese women. The real old world traditional bath and massage house kind. 

One day I vowed I would go to a REAL Japanese bathhouse for the full treatment. It wouldn't have to be sexual . . . just the thought of relaxing enough to allow someone to care for me first for a change would be experience enough for me.

All too soon it was over and I was left alone in the shower to shave and rinse off. By the time I had dried my hair and gotten dressed I was really pressed for time. Imagine my surprise when I saw Keeley naked in my own bathrobe . . . not belted at the waist mind you . . . holding a paper bag with some sort of a lunch inside. 

"Just go! We need to talk when you get home. Keep your mind on your work. I'll still be here when you get back. Ruthy will keep me company! And I will follow the rules while you are gone."

"What rules? You don't know my rules. You don't know OUR rules yet!"

She reached up and held my face again in both hands again. "I know you. You know me. For six months I have danced for you. You have cared for me. Rubbed away my pains at the club. Kept tabs on me. Tried to protect me. You see ME when you look at me. Didn't you ever think that I can see YOU when I look back?"

"You couldn't know me as deeply as you seem to do . . . unless it went both ways, my silly boy!"

With that she closed my robe around her body and pushed me out of the door. I had to catch myself and hold on to the stairs handrail as I tried to get down the three flights without killing myself. I was in a complete daze and could hardly remember the drive to work. Thank goodness it was a normal completely screwed up Monday evening at work. Once there I had little time to stop and think about what I had got myself into over the weekend.

**********

One long nasty 12 hour shift later . . . . 

********** 

I stumbled up the stairs to the apartment. Not sure at all about what I would find on the other side of the door . . . I was worried. Many dancers just rip off their customers at this point. You come home and find yourself just cleaned out . . . or so the urban myths go. 

Exhibitionistic, erotic, neurotic, vulnerable, quirky, sexy, graceful, willful, submissive, cute, funny, naive, experienced, insightful, reluctant, shy, glorious, common, quick witted and just as quick tempered . . . but a DANCER as well? Strangely, yes . . . I hoped I hadn't made a mistake.

Even trying to make more noise than I needed to . . . I still fumbled a bit with my keys at the door. I wasn't about to knock at my own apartment door, but I wanted to give her at least some kind of warning. I almost expected for her to have gone all out and have a sumptuous feast ready before my eyes. Men are pigs more than just sometimes!

Or to find everything including my cat gone and just cobwebs left in the corners.

What I actually found was . . . just right. Keeley was there on the couch dressed in jeans and a dark green top. No shoes, as she was curled up watching the weather channel. Ruthy was comfortably stretched out on the other end of the couch . . . looking particularly non-plussed. As if to say all is well . . . I was on duty!

The place was clean . . . but just lived in . . . not scrubbed endlessly by a germaphobic hypochondriac. Some of her stuff that I didn't know what to do with had been put away. But otherwise, all was as I had left it . . . only better somehow in a way I couldn't quite understand. Her bright, shining face must be it, I thought to myself.

"Hungry?", she asked.

"I am doing ok . . . I'll need something in a bit . . . but no rush. And you?"

"I had a snack for a late lunch. We had better talk first for a bit, right?", she asked.

She asked it in her strange way. Not an order. Not a suggestion. Just a preference backed by what she felt was the right thing to do. "Sure . . . that would be right . . . but you need to go first?"

She smiled, thankful that I had picked up on her body language. "I am here in your home. I asked you for help because I need it. I asked you because I want you to be the one to help me. I want to see where this is going to go. We would have NEVER gotten together without something like this happening. Ex would have just used and abused me until it was too late for us . . . and far too late for me."

"I want to leave dancing . . but I can't right now. I need a new place to dance. I need to pay my bills. I need to get a car. I need to pay off my school loans. I need to learn to live and to dance on my own terms while I am doing it. I need to do this on my own . . . but I want to be with you while I learn how to do it. I want you badly . . but my body can't handle you right now"

"I don't want to screw this up," she said. "Should I leave now so we can have a better chance to be together later?"

She held up her hand to stop me from answering. "I am not done yet!", she smiled. "I think if I leave now we will never be together again. Can you handle me dancing for other men for a long, long time? Can you be just with me? Can I trust you? Can I give ALL of myself to you? Can I give up control to you when I need to. I can't go back. You know that. Not all of the way back. Do you understand what I mean by that?"

I said, "Yes".

"You are so sweet. Can you learn to hurt me the way I need to be hurt? I am not so sure you can."

"I understand . . . more than you know. What about me? Do you understand what I need sometimes? How EVERYTHING I am and all that I want to be depends on my being able yield up control to the right person sometimes? That I can't afford to expose myself that deeply again if it is not for real this time?" My voice shook with a surprising depth of emotion.

Keeley seemed shocked. She had missed something. Something I evidently had hid very, very well. Slowly it seemed to dawn on her. "My, my . . this could get complicated"

"Yes", I said. "You said you knew the rules. You knew MY rules. Still think you know so much?"

She thought. She looked directly at me and held my gaze steadily. Neither of us looked away. Finally she said, "I know the rules for right now. For your place. The rules for OUR place will be a bit different. We will have to find one you know. A place for Ruthy. A place for us. Some place where the noise we are going to make won't matter. Will SHE approve?" She glanced knowingly at Ruthy. 

Sensing she was the center of attention, Ruthy looked at us both and laid her head back down between her paws.

"She's already decided," I said with a broad smile. 

"My rules for now. We find out the rules for US as we go along. We find you a new place to dance in the next two weeks. You have to be . . . sorry . . . WE have to be honest with each other. I am not rescuing you. You are are doing it yourself, and I help when and where you say. If I need to . . . I take control . . . and you will let me do it. But I had better have a DAMN good reason for doing so. If I don't . . . or I am wrong . . . I'll give you a chance to let ME know what it feels like to lose control."

I looked at her seriously. "I promise not to hurt you . . . unless you say to hurt you. I stop when you say to stop . . . but I get to learn when your SAYING stop really MEANS to stop. I won't humiliate you in front of others. What we do is just between us. Those private secrets of what we do are just between us. We don't share the details or include others in ANY way unless we both agree to it. You can ask me to do anything to you, once. Then I decide if I will ever do it again."

I told her, "I don't own you . . . you don't own me . . . we share everything together . . . we get through this together."

She said shyly, "So I get to be in control sometimes? But I can't humiliate you . . . or embarrass you outside of these walls? You can ask me to do ANYTHING to you once . . . and I decide if I ever want to do it to you again? We are partners on this as long as we do it together. We both explore EVERYTHING we can think of. When I say stop . . .and mean it . . you will ALWAYS stop? You have that much control of yourself?"

I nodded gravely and seriously at her.

As she seemed to understand that I really meant what I said, she suddenly broke down.

"But I am damaged goods. I can't do those things for you right now. Even if my body was fully healed how can I be sure I can do anything with ANYONE again! I talk a good game. My mind knows it wants you. It knows it needs you. But my body just doesn't listen anymore. I can't come. I tried while you were gone! I was so ready in the shower this morning . . . but I used the excuse of your having to go to work to stop myself from disappointing you. From disappointing myself. I can't even come on my own! What is wrong with me?" 

I reached for and held her. She fell into my arms sobbing. Her body was wracked with great sobs and I felt her tears wet my shoulder. I just held on to her with as much pressure as I thought her bruised body could take. Slowly, so very slowly, she gathered reluctant control of herself. She looked up at me with her tears ruining her mascara. "I need to watch it, don't I?"

"Yes, you do."

"You hid it from me . . . the other tapes were there . . . but my last one wasn't."

"It's safe. I have it. Are you sure?"

"Will you watch it with me? You saw my body. You know what they both did. But I was out of it for a long while and Shelly just kept going didn't she. She also did things to Ex afterwards. I realize that now. But I don't remember parts of what SHE did to me." Keeley suddenly looked at me sharply. "You've already watched it!"

I caught her tightly closed right fist just inches from my face. My second hand caught the predictable left hand coming at my face to scratch me. The head butt she gave me next DID surprise and daze me . . . but at least I managed to keep her legs from coming into play. She struggled to free herself HARD. All of that infamous redheaded temper flailing against me. And I just took it. She finally realized what very few people could guess. She suddenly knew EXACTLY how strong I was . . . and how much pain I could take from her struggles as well. As it dawned on her that I was only holding her . . . not fighting back . . . not even hurting her . . . her struggles suddenly stopped.

"You didn't watch it. You knew if you had watched it . . . it would've hurt me all over again. You knew I had to see it. You knew it would be there . . . and you brought it out of there safely because you knew I would need it to heal?"

"Yes"

"Will you watch it with me . . now?"

"Yes"

"You will hold on to me no matter what . . . whatever I say or do while watching it . . . love me no matter what afterwards?"

"Yes" 

And that wry elfin smile came over her again. "Where did you hide it? I looked everywhere you know?"

"Yes, I know. I knew you would look. The things that matter most to me . . . that have hurt me the most . . . that will keep me from loving you the way you deserve sometimes . . . are up here." I said sadly tapping my skull. "The tape is easy. Just ask Ruthy"

"The CAT has it!?!?!?!"

"Just ask her" I said with a smile.

"Your kidding!"

"I'll do it for you this time. Next time Ruthy will decide for herself if she is going to show you whatever it is I choose to hide. I looked at Ruthy and her ears perked up . . . but her eyes remained closed. "Ruthy, what are you guarding for me?" 

With a yawn my little guard cat jumped down and lazily strolled over to the entertainment center. She scratched at the right hand corner of the base of the unit. Keeley leapt up off of the couch and pressed inwards on the panel that Ruthy had scratched. A little door panel popped open and inside it was the tape I had pulled off of Ex's equipment. Ruthy, pleased with herself, jumped up in my lap for a well deserved scratch behind her ears.

"That's amazing" , Keeley said.

"Lets eat something before we watch it . . . the tape ran for three hours . . . for your part at least. I do know that much. Ex's part was a bit longer."

**********

All bravery intended . . . it was a long confusing and heartrending event watching that tape . . . one which was rough on both of us. It was hard not to get excited. We both did . . . even if it was at different points sometimes. Shelly may have even knew the tape was being made. The couple of quick direct looks into the camera made me believe that she did. Keeley took the viewing badly in some spots. I took it worse in others. 

Hell, it was like watching the best bondage porno in the world . . . except that you realized at odd times that you knew the actors . . . and that they were not acting. On the tape . . . after Keeley passed out that first time, Shelly had actually amused herself with Ex a bit. He had actually woken up and saw most of what happened to Keeley . . . with Shelly describing in explicit detail that this was to be his fate as well. A second gag had kept him quiet while Keeley was tied to the bed and tormented.

On tape Keeley looked awake . . . but just not all there sometimes. That was comforting in a way to me . . . but I knew it was disturbing to her that she didn't remember being so much of an active participant. In a way, a strange way mind you, the tape was a blessing. It would end her relentless torment that came from her not knowing what had happened . . . and it was also a real comfort that we apparently had the only copy.

What surprised us most was how much Keeley was actively trying to talk back to Shelly. Nodding her head at Shelly's questions. Moaning yes or no into the gag. We both had assumed that Keeley was taken at all times against her will. The tape showed different. Sure . . . Keeley had been drugged . . . but she looked more in control of herself at times than either of us had thought possible. It was a puzzle to both of us why she didn't remember more of those last two hours she had been tied up on the bed.

At one point Keeley reached over and grabbed the remote from me. She backed up the scene and turned the volume up as she replayed it. 

Shelly was dressed in her blue garter and hose set, but she had removed the half bra that had held her large breasts in confinement. Her nipples were stiff and a sheen of sweat had formed between her breasts. Her black leather strapon harness was tightly strapped to her wide hips. The obscenely large purple dildo was slowly entering Keeley's tight pussy. It's 12 inches struggling to get all the way inside.




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 02



Shelly's voice clearly came through the speakers this time. "I'll do him there if you will let me."

On tape an extreme moan came from Keeley's gagged lips and a deep shudder shook her body. Shelly's voice continued, "Everything you let me do to you . . . I will do to him. You know you want him to feel it. You want him to be forced to do it like he always forced you to do it. I want your ass . . . but you have to say yes to me! I want to take your ass with this!"

Shelley pushed up hard and held the purple monster against Keeley's cervix. She placed all of her considerable weight against Keeley. The straps tightened about her limbs. Shelly wouldn't move. She just held herself in place . . . despite Keeley's moans for her to continue the slow deep fuck that Shelly had been giving her. Pulling as tightly as she could . . . Keeley tried to get loose . . . but the straps were just to tight. 

Shelly leaned down and whispered in Keeley's ear. A violent nod yes was her only response. Shelly slowly withdrew the dildo and Keeley moaned and whimpered. Its length was covered in juices. Keeley's pussy was stretched wide open as the head left her . . . and her lips slowly closed together hiding her depths once again. 

Shelly worked to loosen the restraints. I was surprised to see that she removed all of them except the gag. Keeley was free for the first time in hours. With the large strapon on bobbing up and down before her Shelly moved forward on to the bed again. Keeley turned herself over and got onto her knees facing away from Shelly.

Shelly slowly lowered herself down and began to kiss her way to Keeley's opening. Both of her hands seemed to pull her mouth deeper in between Keeley's cheeks. It was soon obvious that she was using her tongue to wet her down there. It must have entered inside as Keeley was moaning into the sheets. Pushing herself backwards, Keeley tried to force Shelly's tongue even deeper. 

Pulling back some, Shelly reached for the strawberry lube. Its nozzle was ideal for squirting large quantities deep inside Keeley's bottom. First a lubed finger made its way inside. Then the nozzle was placed at her entrance. Keeley shivered as she felt the lube pour up inside her.

The nozzle was replaced with one finger . . then two fingers. Gently Shelly worked to open up Keeley for the largest object she had ever had inserted there. If she could accept that purple monster . . . Shelly had vowed to make Ex feel the same experience. Always before Ex had stopped her from playing with his ass. Sure it was ok for him to shove all sorts of dildos or his 5 and a half inch cock up HER ass . . . but he wouldn't even accept her finger up HIS to speed a good blowjob along.

For this Keeley would gladly take that monster up her ass . . . with no restraints . . . except the ball gag to keep the neighbors from calling the cops.

Ex looked a bit more alert . . . and his eyes opened wide as Shelly finally got in position behind Keeley. Shelly told him, "You never listened to HER when she said she really didn't like to do this. I'll show you she likes the way I do it though. You just have no clue how to do it right. I'll show you what it looks like to do it right . . . and then you will FEEL what its like to have it done the WRONG way . . . and because I can be nice sometimes then I'll show you the right way to do it afterwards!"

Ex looked fascinated and apalled as Shelly lubed up the large latex dildo. She made a great show of it. Her hips moving in a very manly fashion. None of this girly girl posing that you see in lesbian pornos. She liked her cock . . . she LOVED her cock . . . and she certainly had already proved she could use it earlier.

Keeley's eyes flickered back and forth between Shelly and Ex. She understood more why her bonds had been removed. Ex must have taken Shelly in the ass while she had been tied up too. Shelly was anal . . . she had always admitted that freely to anyone who cared to listen. But she liked to be in control when she took it. Ex evidently had really pissed her off.

"This is how you do it right", Shelly said as she replaced her tongue back on her opening.

The tongue gave way again to fingers. One became two. Two became three. Finally a fourth found its way in. Shelly slowly flexed her hand and the muscles of Keeley's anus began to relax. Low moans began to escape from Keeley's gag as she experienced real anal pleasure for the first time. The four fingers withdrew to be replaced by two fingers of each hand. Slowly those knowing fingers pushed, pulled, rotated and explored. Finally Shelly seemed satisfied with her preparations.

Ex watched in anticipatory horror as more lube was applied to both Keeley and the dildo. He knew he wasn't going to get any where near as much lube when his turn came.

Shelly placed the tip of her strapon at Keeley's well prepared entrance. But she didn't move. She held rock still. Even her breathing was controlled. Keeley squirmed a bit waiting to be taken. Still Shelly would not move. Frustrated Keeley moaned into her gag in protest. As she moved her hands around to turn to get a better look at Shelly . . . she stopped. She was free. Only Shelly's will and her own desire for this act was holding her there.

She was still as much under Shelly's spell as before . . . but she could choose now to submit to her coworker of her own free will. Keeley motioned to her gag and Shelly loosened it just enough for her to talk.

She lowered her head back down and uttered, "Please."

Shelly said, "Please what?"

"Please take me there . . . please fuck me in the ass . . . show me what its supposed to feel like. Make him understand what he has been doing to me for all of this time. Make him understand the difference."

With that plea Keeley gave herself completely over to Shelly. She was dripping on to the sheets in anticipation. She had always known that she was more than just a little bit anal . . . it had just surprised her how rough it was with Ex. She KNEW Shelly would do it right and she was ready for it. Still Shelly wasn't moving.

"Please! I need this. I want this. I want YOU to do this to me!"

With that admission Shelly moved the gag back into place and tightened it up securely . . . sure in the knowledge that she had just won another point in this obscure contest of wills.

And with that Shelly slowly pushed forward with steady pressure. "Open up to me. Push back against me if you really want this!"

Together the worked the head of that massive dildo into Keeley's ass. Together they pushed that last little bit to get the head to finally enter her anal ring. The pain was sharp as it finally popped through. A gasp of pain and worry worked its way around Keeley's gag. But ever softly Shelly's hands began to work their magic on her. They traced circles on her back. They kneaded her buttocks. One hand reached up gently to stroke a nipple. The other made its way over her mound. 

Just lightly touching her everywhere . . . getting her mind to wander elsewhere for a few moments . . . just so she could get used to the size and fullness she was feeling just inside her opening.

Shelly kept the head in place not moving until she felt the muscles relax. "Come to me. Take me inside of you." Shelly encouraged her. "Feel it slide inside of you. Make it a part of you."

Keeley began to slowly wiggle her hips back and forth . . . taking each half inch a step at a time. Keeley controlled the pace. Her unfettered body controlling the angle and depth. When the dildo was eight inches deep inside it seemed to stop. Try as she might she just couldn't get enough leverage to force more of it inside. 

"Help me . . . please!", she tried to mumble through her gag.

With that plea, Shelly slowly transferred her weight forward for the first time. In one smooth slow motion the rest of the dildo buried itself to the hilt. Keeley swooned and swayed sideways as it hit rock bottom. She could feel the harness pressing against her ass. She had done it. All of it was inside her and it hadn't really hurt at all after the head had first went in.

Keeley felt wonderful. She felt full and even her pussy was somehow sympathetically satisfied. Her pussy lips dripped and her walls spasmed in response to the large invader lodged in her ass. Keeley was the first to move back and forth. With that signal Shelly began to take over.

At first Shelly only did slight movements in and out. Just an inch or so slowly back and forth. As Keeley's moans grew a bit louder she got more of the 12 inch length moving inside of her. When she got eight inches outside of Keeley she added some more lube to the shaft. It fairly well raced back inside of her with the added slipperiness. A wonderful groan escaped from Keeley's gagged mouth. 

With a look at a stunned Ex . . . Shelly took over the pace . . . and he knew he was in for some real trouble later.

Keeley pushed back against Shelly, burying the full length of the strapon on deep inside her. It felt wonderful to be an equal partner in the experience. Keeley moved one hand down to her clit and began to play in the wetness she found there. Shelly was moving more and more out each time until finally Keeley felt the head almost pull out. The twinge of pain returned but Shelly seemed to understand. 

The deep strokes adjusted themselves to only withdraw to just short of the head . . . and more lube helped quicken the pace even more. Keeley's finger began to fly over her clit. She could hear Shelly's breathing growing hoarse. Understanding flooded through Keeley. She reached back with both hands and pulled Shelly's hips hard against her on the next downstroke.

Shelly got the message . . . she had full permission now . . . Keeley was hers to take as hard as she could.

With one hand back on her clit . . . and the other helping to push her body backwards into Shelly's suddenly almost savage strokes . . . Keeley felt herself slipping over the edge. This was the first time she had ever had an orgasm while being fucked in the ass. As Shelly went into her own orgasm she reached down to twist both of Keeley's nipples hard. She felt Keeley tighten up against her and she then grabbed onto Keeley's whole breasts to use as a leverage point to pull herself as deeply into the redhead as she could.

Both women were a blur as their orgasms peaked. With a final shove inwards Shelly buried the dildo into the hilt. She kept all of her weight against Keeley as the other shuddered, impaled against the dildo. Keeley seemed to vibrate against her welcomed intruder . . . the vibrations transferring back to Shelly's clit that was well trapped against the wet leather of the harness. Keeley's last shudders finally completed Shelly's massive orgasm and they both collapsed on to the bed.

Ex had come again on his own . . . his body contorted as spurted out his fluids onto the floor. Despite his predicament, it was still the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

After a long blissfull moment, Shelly interrupted Keeley's post orgasmic reverie, "You'll have to help me get him on the bed and tie him up you know."

A quiver raced through her loins as Keeley thought through that action. With a nod yes Keeley moved off of the bed and over to Ex. His hands were behind his back in handcuffs and his legs tied together with his own leather belt. Taking no chances both girls took an end and slung him up onto the bed. The drug had mostly wore off now and Ex seemed fully aware of what was about to happen.

Shelly expertly began to attach the same furry restraints that Ex had tied Keeley up with to begin this long night in bed. Only after his legs were securely tied and spread open . . . and he was lying face down on the bed . . . did Shelly approach the handcuffs. With Keeley sitting on the middle of his back and his legs spreadeagled open . . . Ex wasn't about to go anywhere.

Still Shelly attached the furry restraints beside the cuffs and loosely tied the free ends to the wrought iron headboard. Only then did she remove the policeman's type handcuffs from his wrists. Just a moment or two more saw the arm ropes tightened more firmly. It took both of them to get the large pillow underneath his hips. Shelly reached underneath and squeezed his package hard. A groan escaped his gag.

It changed into something else as Shelly pulled on his dick to get it harder. After it was almost at its full 5 and half inch length she snapped on a cock harness around the base of his cock and between his balls. As his erection continued to grow of its own accord it tightened the straps even more.

Shelly gave his trapped cock a few more strokes as she arranged it against the pillow so he could press his length against it.

Keeley made to remove her own ball gag at this point . . . certain that she was free now to help verbally torment Ex. Her movement caught Shelly's eye. With one last look at Ex to make sure that he was well secured and ready . . . she crossed over the bedroom floor to Keeley.

"This is still my show, pet! This is my revenge . . . you can get yours later . . . do you understand me!" She pulled Keeley roughly to her in emphasis of her statement. The still wet dildo was pressed between them. "Do you understand?"

Despite Keeley's nod affirmative Shelly said, "I really don't think you know how much of a true bitch I really am." With that she drew Keeley down to the place Ex had just so recently occupied. The cold silvery handcuffs that had been on Ex for so long were brought before Keeley's eyes. "You put these on and I get to do this my way . . . or its just not going to happen . . . UNDERSTAND!"

Submissively Keeley let herself be turned around and the cold steel cuffs were put on her hands. The same belt that was once used to tie Ex's ankles was now used to tie her own feet securely. Shelly then lowered her back down to the floor.

The gag's straps were being loosened finally. As it finally came off, Keeley's jaws ached in their sudden freedom. A cool glass of the drink from the pitcher was offered to her. After a few swallows Keeley suddenly realized that she might be being drugged again. Sensing this Shelly moved on top of her forcing her down.

"I keep all of my promises . . the ones I made to you . . but especially the ones I make to myself!", Shelly fairly well glowered at her. "When I get done with him . . . I promised Sugar Daddy that he would get his turn at Ex too! I don't think he is going to like it one bit. His male homophobic ass is going to get a REAL work out after I am done with him!"

The glow in her eyes and the edge in her voice made both of her victims cringe. 

As Keeley heard Ex begin to seriously thrash against his bonds on the bed, she opened up her mouth to protest. Shelly quickly poured the entire remainder of the glass down her throat . . . the excess dribbling down her neck, over her breasts and down between her legs. 

Shelly gripped her nose and held it pinched shut. Forced to either swallow or choke and be suffocated . . . she ended up swallowing. As she gasped for air . . . the ball gag was roughly forced back into place. Try as she might to struggle against her bonds . . . Shelly was just too strong.

"I'll tell you what I am going to do now. Your part is done . . . you can watch all you like . . . if you can. I am going to do to Ex what he did to me . . . the WAY he did it to me. I am going to do to Ex what he did to you . . . the WAY he did it to you. Then I am going to teach him a thing or two he had BETTER learn. Things that he WILL learn and DO the rest of his life . . . or I will hunt him down and make him really pay!"

"Then Sugar Daddy is going to come over here and take care of him. Ex won't ever bother you again. You don't call Sugar . . . and Ex will just start all over in on you again. And I will come back to help him do it! You understand! Call Sugar Daddy before you leave here!"

Keeley's eyes seemed to glaze over and she slumped against her cuffs into unconsciousness.

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Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 03



This is the third part of the story in progress. To truly understand the characters please read the stories in the order listed below. Yes . . . you can just go ahead and skip to the naughty bits.

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"Keeley had been tied up and extremely abused by her Ex and her dancer co-worker named Shelly. This part reveals how her rescuer and her make their first real sexual connection. They also reveal that they will both need to yield control to the other in the future . . . once Keeley has healed up more."

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As always this is a completely fictional story and the names are chosen at random. Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Making these kinds of things happen in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the limits of others and make them respect your limits as well. ALWAYS play safe! ALWAYS!

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Part one - Not exactly what he had in mind!

Part two - A video reveals she'd asked for it!

Part three - What to do while waiting to heal!

by Sextified

© 2007 All rights reserved.


Part three - What to do while waiting to heal!


Shelly at least seemed to understand that she might have given Keeley too much of the drug. She almost tenderly arranged Keeley's body into a more comfortable looking position and covered her with the bedspread. Then Shelly did something on the video that shocked both Keeley and me to our core!

She looked squarely at the overhead camera view and waved . . . mouthing my own name silently as she did so! She blew the camera a kiss and began her advance towards Ex. I reached over and stopped the tape and looked at Keeley.

"You know the rest of what happened to you. We shouldn't watch this other right now. We need to talk and get to bed. Both of us are still in not that too good of shape. Ok?"

Keeley only nodded . . lost deep in her own thoughts. I got in the shower to give her some space and privacy in the cramped apartment. I thought she would appreciate it if I to let her have a few moments to herself before we went to bed. 

Any thoughts of sleeping on the couch were gone and forgotten after the comfort we took from just holding each other last night.

I needed the break to absorb what I had just seen and what it meant to us . . if there was even going to be an us. I stayed in the shower until I imagined even the central boiler might be running out of hot water. But eventually I got out and dried off. I grabbed my robe and put it on. 

Keeley was in bed with the sheets pulled up to her chin . . . and she sadly pointed at the robe and shook her head.

Damn! She would make me do this. I turned away from her and took off the robe and placed it on the dresser. It was quickly pounced upon by Ruthy. My little guard cat promptly claimed it for her own spot. After several turns around in circles, she settled in with one eye kept on the bed. 

Forced with nothing else to do but turn around and let Keeley see my large erection, I quickly made my way to the bed.

'SLOWLY", she said.

Forced to take my time by the tone in her voice, I bobbed obscenely up and down as I finally got into the bed. As I made to pull the sheets upwards she stopped my hand and said, "We need to talk."

She went first. "I am glad we watched the tape together. I don't know if I could have watched it all of the way through alone. Are you still ok with me? Can you be happy with someone who needs that occasionally?"

"Yes . . . I understand what you mean."

"I am sorry in a way about Ex. Not for what Shelly did to him . . . but for whatever her Sugar Daddy might have done to him. I didn't fight Shelly to stop her from getting our revenge on him. I just didn't want her to go to far. I didn't change my mind or start to have second thoughts about leaving him."

"I understood that . . . but in a way it had to be done," I said. "Even if he tries to come back and find you . . . the tapes we have of him with those other girls will stop him cold."

"He won't be back. He will just try to find some other girl to keep him in style. I am done with that . . . period. No more free rides for anyone . . . including you. Not that you would take advantage of it," she smiled.

"Men can be pigs . . . if you offered it often enough. . . eventually it might change even me. This has to be a partnership . . . a strange, flexible, weird kind of partnership . . . but it won't work any other way. There has to be give and take. Like a pendulum . . . swinging back and forth. Sometimes towards you . . . sometimes towards me."

"Exactly. Its been on my side for too long already. I should have left Ex months ago on my own. Ever since we started to really talk about what was happening to me. I should have trusted you. At the very least I should have got my own place."

"Shssssssh . . . there's no need for this right now," I pleaded with her.

"No, there is. I teased you without regard for what you had been through. Even after I knew the whole story . . . I kept dancing for you. I liked the control I had when I was with you. I liked that I could trust you. I don't know of a single man at the club who wouldn't have taken advantage of me the night I got so drunk up there. And I never even thanked you for it."

She awarded me one of those elfin smiles as she reached for my suddenly twitching cock. She said, "I can't thank you properly the way I really want to right now . . . but this can be a start."

Keeley lightly ran her fingers along the shaft of my cock. She smiled and grasped it firmly and gave the middle a good hard squeeze. The head flared in response. "I have wanted to do that for sooooo very long. I knew you were pretty big when I pressed my body up against you while dancing . . . but I had no idea it would be so beautiful! It curves upwards just a bit. It's actually wider across isn't it . . . I mean, it's a little oval isn't it"

"Kinda . . . it's always been a little bit that way."

"That has some possibilities.", she grinned. She fondled me all over down there . . . pushing and pulling . . . seeing how much it could be moved in each direction when hard. "Flexible little guy isn't he!"

"I don't know about little . . . MY ex had a hard time taking it sometimes . . . but you can pretty much do whatever you'd like with it." I didn't look her in the eye when I said that to her.

"Her having trouble taking it I can understand . . . but what do you mean about the other?"

"You will understand better if you squeeze the shaft hard again . . . as hard as you can"

"Seriously?" Her hand tightened again . . . and then went tighter . . . and even tighter still. "That has to hurt at least some. What if I angle it downwards and squeeze even tighter?"

We held each others gaze as she struggled to get a reaction out of me . . . and all I felt was pleasure. "See? My ex never understood. She thought I liked pain and was some kind of freak. It feels good to me . . . it doesn't hurt . . . really." Her eyes stayed glued to mine as she squeezed my throbbing cock as hard as she could. 

"I believe you", she said as she let go. Then she scratched the length of the shaft lightly with her nails. My cock jumped in response. "But its still so sensitive!" I moaned slightly as she repeated the motion. Then she rubbed her nails along the underside of the circumcised head and I practically leapt off the bed.

"Don't DO that!"

"Sorry . . . so sorry . . . what did I do wrong?"

"Its just too sensitive there when I get excited. It actually hurts sometimes. I can keep an erection for as long as you need it . . . but just before or after I come the head is just too sensitive. Sorry . . . I can't control it."

"Sorry! You have a dick the size I have always wanted . . . its has shape that has all sorts of wonderful possibilities . . . I can treat it any way I want to and it likes it . . . and I can tease you endlessly. And you say your sorry!" She gave the shaft another good squeeze and started a serious set of up and down motions with her hand gripped tightly around the shaft.

I moaned and my hips bucked upward involuntarily. Keeley raised herself and moved downwards to get closer to my crotch. She winced in pain as her body protested the sudden movement. Concerned I said, "You don't have to do this right now. I can wait."

"But I can't! I'm fine . . . I just want to get a closer look . . . and to do this." With those words she lowered her head and began licking my shaft. She wet its entire length with her tongue. It grew slick as she purposefully drooled as much saliva onto it as she could. Her hand kept up its pressure as she slowly moved her fist up and down. She allowed me to buck up into her hand . . . increasing the friction on the upstroke . . . decreasing it on the back stroke. 

I was in heaven. She seemed to understand exactly what I needed. Long minutes passed and I began to slightly quicken the pace. Keeley lowered her head more and licked at my shaven balls. I had shaved there last week so it was still mostly smooth. One ball entered her mouth and she swirled her tongue around it. She repeated the action on the other ball and both of them tightened upwards as she released them. 

I was breathing more heavily as she raised up her head to try to engulf the head of my cock into her mouth. A wince of pain reminded her . . . and us . . . that there were something things beyond us. Healing would come in time . . . for both of us.

Keeley gently but firmly licked the head of my cock. I twitched a bit . . . but since she was keeping enough pressure on my shaft it felt good . . . not overwhelming. She slowly worked her way around the head. Her mouth open slightly and most of the head made it into her mouth. Her tongue began to play with the slit there . . . the precome beginning to coat her tongue heavily. A low moan escaped from her and her body shivered along the entire length of her body.

"More," she said after she raised her head up. "Are you getting close?"

I looked away from her eyes . . . not able to look at her.

"What's wrong? Am I not doing it right for you. He seems to like it!" She said as she gave the shaft another hard squeeze.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect. I . . . I . . . just can't come."

"Can't or won't?" She never broke her rhythm as she asked, "I know you can masturbate . . . we've talked before about how we both do it. I KNOW you can come. I know you NEED to . . . I can feel it down here." She used her free hand to cup my balls. "What do I need to do to help you?"

"I worry. About everything. You know my ex cheated on me. You know she tried to get pregnant by me during the divorce. She even tried to do so after the divorce. She wanted to trap me into a lifetime of child support. She would have used that and our child to torment me forever. But she ended up getting pregnant by HIM instead of me."

"The only way I made it out of the relationship was to have complete control of my cock. I couldn't sleep with her no matter what she did to me. She would have put a hole in the condoms if she had thought about it . . . and if we had been using them. She even stopped taking the pill without telling me. I made sure that I slept lightly enough that she didn't put me inside of her when she thought I was asleep. You've seen what I wake up with in the mornings!"

"I lived that way for six months . . . while she went back and forth between me and her "boyfriend". The divorce finally went through and I still couldn't get away from her. She wanted me to support her . . . by soaking me for child support . . .even after having ruined us both financially."

"When we tried to reconcile . . . after I moved here to get away from her . . . she was already pregnant." 

"I did fuck her hard when I finally found out about it. She had sworn to me over and over that she was through with him. She swore she wasn't pregnant by him. I held off from EVERYTHING she tried to do to make me come inside her. For two months I held back. When she finally began to show . . . her breasts getting bigger and her stomach swelling slightly . . . I KNEW it wasn't mine. She still wouldn't admit it. She tried desperately for us to make love so she could try to claim it as mine. But I had kept dates of the last time I had come inside of her."

"When she finally did admit to what she had done . . . that she had tried to entrap me into raising another man's child . . . the next time she teased me I let her have it. I spent the entire night fucking her. I made her come so many times she begged me to stop. I finally came inside of her and flooded her with everything I had. And in the morning I kicked her out."

"How am I supposed to trust anyone with something so intimate again?" I asked to know.

Keeley looked up a me and giggled slightly. Stung, I started to pull away from her. She saw the look in my face and hurriedly said, "No , no . . . you don't understand. That's the longest speech I have ever heard you say!"

The look in her eyes assured me she was laughing at what it had taken to finally get me to open up. Her hand had never stopped stroking my cock. I relaxed back into the bed. "You KNOW me . . you never trusted HER. Look at me . . . really look at me," she pleaded.

I finally looked back into her eyes. She said, "I want you! I trust you! You know I am on the pill. I am not ready to have kids. I want to wait until my life is back under control. If I was going to have them it wouldn't be with someone just like you . . . it would be with you. I want you to come. I want your come everywhere. My mouth. My face. My pussy. My ass. All over my breasts. I want you to cover me with it."

I groaned and pushed up harder against her hand. She placed her fingers in her mouth and then lowered them to my balls. She found my hole beneath there and teased it with her slick fingers. She worked her index finger inside of me and matched the rhythm she was using on my shaft. As I pushed upward I pulled myself off her finger. As I came down I buried it deeper inside of me.

Keeley's mouth returned to the head of my cock. Her grip tightened on the shaft even more. Her swirling tongue felt wonderful. I was getting closer and closer . . . but I still couldn't get over the edge. My cock was actually getting painfully large . . . the skin straining and stretching painfully as it engorged more than it ever had with blood.

I was at a stalemate. A perfect plateau . . . until I looked at her eyes. She was pleading. Trusting. Anxious. Voracious.

"Please come for me," she said in that strange voice of hers.

The first spurt rocketed out of my cock and landed on my chest and shoulders. A second followed even higher. Keeley kept up her assault but lowered her head back down to my cock. She pointed the spurts at her face and mouth. She angled my stiff cock towards her breasts . . . the movement felt wonderful as my shaft continued to empty itself onto her.

She pushed my stiff cock downwards even farther and streams of come covered her belly and ran onto the folds of her pussy and down her legs.

As the last spurts began to just dribble out of me, she lowered her head down and managed to get the whole head into her mouth. She gasped a bit around my cockhead as she felt the pain in her jaws. I bucked up helplessly as she swirled her tongue just ONCE around the head and pulled off. 

I groaned loudly and reached down to pull her upwards to keep her from doing that again but there was no need. She had made her point and brought her come covered face and lips to my face. She grasped the back of my head and kissed me hard on the lips for the first time. She was puzzled at my lack of resistance. Pulling away from me she looked for my reaction.

"I don't mind," I said. "You on me. You in me. Me on you. Me in you. Nothing we do between us matters. I'll do anything to please you . . . because I know you will do anything to please me. I really don't have any hang ups at all. I've just lacked someone I can trust to explore with."

"You taste wonderful!"

"Can I see if you do, too?"

"You can't be serious!"

"Don't doubt me . . . don't ever doubt what I say . . . especially when we are doing things like this." 

With that said I gently helped her lay back down on the bed. I moved between her legs and began to ever so gently move my hand up and down her folds. I kept my touch light. Constantly feeling her flesh and trying to read the signals her body was sending out. I got a sense of how connected we were beginning to become.

Her lips parted open and a thin stream of wetness seeped out. 

She shuddered and I placed my lips between the folds. My come was all around and over her mound and she knew it. I plunged my tongue in just under her clit. My lips lightly pressing against the base of her clit . . . my tongue tasting her juices for the first time. 

I glanced upwards to see her fingers rubbing my come into her breasts and nipples. Occasionally she would bring one hand or the other to her lips. I pulled my tongue out and swirled it around her swelling clit. She moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head. I pulled up slightly to look at her again and deliberately let her see me wet one of my fingers in my mouth. 

She shivered on my tongue as I moved my finger to her lower entrance. Her juices were flowing freely now and between my saliva and what had dripped downwards I easily slipped the tip of my finger inside down there. Keeley arched up into my mouth and I increased the pace of my tongue on her clit. In slow firm circles I ran my tongue around her little button.

As she bucked upwards I stiffened my finger for her to impale herself back down upon. Up and down her hips rose and fell. A tap on my shoulder let me know she was getting close. I looked into her eyes as they began to glaze over slightly. 

"Please come for me," I said and she moaned loudly. Biting her lip she kept her scream inside and she flooded my hand.

I held her in place as her she thrashed in pleasure. I placed my index finger on her clit and rolled it back and forth. She bucked upwards violently and a short scream escaped her mouth. I kept her thrashing around on the bed . . . only my weight on her legs seemed to keep her in place. All of her sore muscles seemed to be forgotten in her passion. I kept a close eye on her beautiful face. It was unbelievable to me that I was seeing her like this.

I kept my finger rolling back and forth. Varying the pressure and direction. Judging she was almost at her peak I applied a steady motionless pressure. She bucked upwards against me and let out a deep grunt. Her body shook and vibrated endlessly. Judging that she was at her limits I started to ease off of her clit.

Her hand flashed downwards to capture mine . . . and hold it steady against her cunt.

Keeley whimpered and moaned. This was beyond her limit. She was letting me know I was expected to push her sometimes. It was only a few seconds later that she removed her hand and her body arched backwards into the bed. A sigh escaped her lips.

Looking at her face as I deliberately flicked her clit with my tongue once.

Keeley's eyes flashed open in protest that she had had enough . . . but she caught the smile on my lips . . . she now understood that turnabout was fair play.

"Come up here," she said. Pulling me upwards, her breasts were still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Once I was laying back correctly with my head on my pillow, she pulled up the sheets and comforter up over us. She snuggled closer to me and seemed to find a comfortable spot.

I started to speak and she placed one finger on my lips.

"Shssshhh . . . time to talk later. Just hold me like you did last night . . . don't let me go."

For an answer, I kissed her gently on her lips and turned her over to spoon with her like the night before. She drew my right hand to her lips and gently sucked and licked my fingers. She felt my cock begin to stir again against her.




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 03



"There will be time for something in the morning . . . I promise . . . I know what you wake up with!"

I removed my hand from her grasp and reached up and turned off the lamp. She quickly took it back again and placed it between her breasts. She sighed contentedly. A soft meow reminded us both that we'd had had an audience. At least this was one we both didn't mind.

We drifted off to sleep knowing that no matter what had happened to us before tonight . . . what was to come was something we would make ourselves.

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Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 04



As always this is a completely fictional story and the names are chosen at random. Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Making these kinds of things happen in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the limits of others and make them respect your limits as well. ALWAYS play safe! ALWAYS!

Not exactly what he had in mind! Ch.04 by Sextified © 2007 All rights reserved.

Part one - Not exactly what he had in mind!
Part two - A video reveals she'd asked for it!
Part three - What to do while waiting to heal!

and now . . . 

Part four - I prove that I have control by NOT being tied up!

Uncharacteristically I woke up first. I was still tired and sore . . . but my mind was awake and alert. Keeley was breathing softly. I could feel her breasts press into my chest in an even rhythm. I could also hear my cat, Ruthy, moving around in the kitchen somewhere. I decided that my cat was responsible for the noise that had woken me up at least a full hour before my normal time. 

Keeley's sleeping face looked contented and relaxed despite the late afternoon hour. It was so nice being with someone who was used to my crazy night shift schedule.

I caught myself thinking, "With someone?" Everything felt so right with her in my arms. The moment seemed timeless. It was like we had actually been living together for the entire six months I had known Keeley. Hell! This felt so good it was like we had been together for six YEARS at least! But just how many days HAD it been? I started to recount what had finally brought me to having my very own, very sexy redheaded dancer gloriously naked with me in my bed.

Shelly, Ex and Keeley had gone out on the town last Saturday night. While they were out partying and getting very drunk, I had been working an extra shift, filling in for a vacationing co-worker. When the partiers finally got back to Keeley's old apartment, Ex had quickly blindfolded Keeley and tied her up. After "warming" her up for a bit, Ex invited Shelly to have a turn with her. Shelly had plans of her own. The self-righteous, vengeful, blonde bitch drugged and tied up Ex . . . so that he was forced to watch her go brutally after Keeley's helpless body.

Shelly put Keeley through hell, all the while teasing Ex that he would be next.

And she did just that . . . after getting Keeley to agree to help her in her double revenge. The girls managed to move Ex off of the floor and tied him securely to the wrought iron bed frame. Shelly then announced that Keeley could only watch what was going to happen next. Shelly bullied Keeley into the bound position Ex had just been for the previous two hours. As Shelly let a cuffed and tied Keeley sip a drink she held out for her . . . her charge suddenly fought to free herself as she realized she was being drugged again.

The blonde then told Keeley that Ex was going to be turned over to Shelly's ex-sugar daddy. Her old man had some peculiar ideas of his own! He planned a special kind of revenge on the man who had dared to damage his "property". 

Shelly forced the rest of the drugged drink down Keeley's throat and ball gagged her again. But Shelly miscalculated just how thin Keeley is . . . and just how potent the drug was . . . and Keeley blacked out and lost part of her memory of the evening.

After Shelly had finished brutalizing Ex, she kicked him off the bed and tied him up on the floor again. She did manage to get a dazed Keeley back on the bed somehow. Shelly packed all of her own belongings and set them by the door. While she was waiting for Keeley to recover a bit more from her drugged state, Shelly ransacked the apartment and took what ever cash or valuables she wanted.

Keeley finally struggled through her drugged fog to hear Shelly's final instructions. Pack your stuff. Call Sugar Daddy. Call a friend to get you out of here and someplace safe. Take a month off of dancing and figure out what you are going to do with your life. You won't have a real a choice about taking time off. It will take at least that long for the bruises I inflicted on you to heal.

"But make sure you take my magic bag of adult goodies and use them WITH someone who cares about you!" Shelly said as she was walking out the door.

I hadn't forgotten about the bag at all . . . not one bit . . . but Keeley might have. Well, obviously I was the one Keeley had called to help her. We had been more than just flirting while she danced for me at her club. I had been more than just massaging her neck, back, shoulders and legs in the VIP room between her sets, too. We had teased each other mercilessly . . . but we had actually been talking as well . . . even honestly sometimes!

That's a rare interaction between a dancer and her customer . . . but it does happen!

But for her crappy relationship with her leach of a boyfriend . . . and my own bitter divorce still crippling me emotionally . . . we would have tried to make a go of it somehow several months back. It had taken something tragic to finally bring us together. Something like the night Keeley was double crossed by the two people she lived with.

Enter me, the so called knight in shining armor. I picked up Keeley and some of her belongings after she called me. I barely got out of there without kicking the shit out of Ex myself. Once she was safely in bed at my apartment, I went back to get the rest of her stuff. I had to use a truck I borrowed from the company I worked for. Ex was long gone by then and there was no sign of how he had gotten out of there. It took me almost all of Sunday and late into the evening to get her stuff into a storage unit.

On my last trip I also took all of Ex's recording equipment AND all of the tapes he had secretly made of women over the years. Glancing through some of the tapes . . . they looked highly illegal to me. The women looking very drugged, as if he had taken advantage of them against their will. I made a copy of the Saturday night's episode onto a spare VHS tape I found. The tapes I took home with me but the expensive equipment I just dumped into the storage unit for the time being.

So it was very late Sunday evening by the time I got back to my apartment. Keeley and I finally talked for a while. She let me examine her closely to make sure the damage those two had done to her wasn't permanent. That's was VERY hard for me to do. To see someone you care for hurt that badly . . . and to be so intimate but unable to do anything more than just comfort them . . . is something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Well, maybe I would on Ex! ;)

So we finally got some sleep . . . ironically spooning together naked in my bed . . . and both of us just too damn tired and sore to do anything other than sleep.

Monday afternoon we woke up just before my first night shift of the week. Some of Keeley's normal spirit seemed to have returned. I had an interesting time with her in the shower . . . but other than a bit of mutual groping . . . nothing sexual happened. Already exhausted I went to work and staggered back home after a grueling twelve hour long shift. 

When I got home, Keeley and I talked more about what we both needed to do next. We decided to make a go of it, but we both realized it would be a long time before things were ever "normal" in our relationship. Whatever "normal" means these days.

Keeley also broke down and realized that she needed to watch the tape of her attack. She wasn't going to be able to move forward until she learned exactly what had happened to her. For two hours she had completely blacked out and remembered nothing. I wasn't going to be able to help her as much as I needed to . . . unless I saw the tape as well. Tough, tough, tough thing to have to do. Especially if we both admitted to each other beforehand that we might actually get turned on seeing some of the scenes on the tape.

Keeley and I both got aroused at times . . . if at different parts occasionally. We also were very disturbed at what happened . . . and with ourselves. I can't really explain my feelings while watching it. I do know that by watching it together . . . we grew closer together in some strange way.

Keeley was extremely surprised that for most of the two hours she'd blacked out, she was actually a VERY willing participant. Shelly had promised Keeley that whatever she allowed her to do to her sexy little dancer's body . . . Shelly would do the same to Ex's body in revenge. 

Ex had tied up Shelly at a hotel room two months earlier and had his way with her. He had fucked her everywhere as hard as he could and bruised her so badly that Shelly had to quit dancing for weeks and weeks. 

Ex had also purposefully made it so indisputably obvious what had happened to her that Shelly lost her meal ticket. An older man that kept Shelly in the style she had grown VERY accustomed to. When her sugar daddy cut her off without a dime, Shelly had come to stay with Keeley and Ex. Poor Keeley thought she was doing her coworker a favor! All she had really done was invite another person into her home that was just waiting to abuse her.

Shelly was a very manipulative BITCH . . . and proud of it to! The thing that surprised me most on the tape was that Shelly had known that the attack was being recorded. I got the shock of my life when she waved at the camera and mouthed my name at the lens. Shelly knew in advance that Keeley would call me and that I would gladly take her in. 

The phone call she gave me later that first day . . . just "checking in" on Keeley . . . should have tipped me off sooner.

After Keeley and I watched the tape, we went to bed and talked about our reactions to it. Despite my somewhat weak protests, Keeley insisted that she wanted to at least explore my body as thoroughly as I had explored hers the night before. "It's only fair, right?"

That led to our first encounter . . of sorts. She explored my body . . . well, mainly my cock. She learned a few of its idiosynchrocies. It was quite a bit bigger than Ex's. But she knew that already when she had rubbed her body against it while dancing for me. I loved it when she slid the full length of her long smooth legs against my shaft during a dance at the club. Even with me being fully clothed, it had been a struggle for me not to come right there in the VIP room.

She also found out that my cock liked to be squeezed, even as hard as she possibly could sometimes. It was amazingly flexible at it's root even when fully erect. I had moaned in pleasure when she pushed it from side to side at extreme angles while she was jacking me off. She did find its Achilles heel though . . . can a cock have a heel? I know it can be attached to one!

The head of my erect penis was so overly sensitive that it brought a sensation so like pain that I could never stand it even being touched lightly!

Even with all of that stimulation . . . including a well placed finger . . . she still couldn't make me come. Sensing her frustration . . . and feeling mine even more . . . I finally admitted to her that I couldn't come from her ministrations. Undaunted she kept right with it and got me to finally talk some more about what had happened during my divorce. 

Amazingly she put me at ease with her words . . . looked deep into my eyes . . . and just asked me to come for her.

I fairly well covered her and myself with my come. She pointed my flexible erection all over herself. She had my come on her face, lips, breasts, belly, pussy and legs. She surprised me by being able to open her sore jaws just enough to let the head of my cock inside her mouth. Then she tried her best to suck the rest of my come out of me. 

When she finally lifted up, she grabbed me by the back of my head and neck with both hands. Then she kissed me with her sloppy mouth. I knew right then that we were going to be completely compatible sexually. 

Her very sore body was just beginning to come down from her own aroused state. I promptly . . . and very carefully . . . tried to get her off by going down on her. She tasted wonderful and I didn't mind that she seemed almost covered with my come down there. She proved that she was just as nonchalant about it by rubbing whatever come had landed on her breasts and belly into her smooth, pale white skin. 

Since I knew she was worried that she wouldn't be able to come, I used her own tactic on her. Keeley had tried masturbating several times after her attack and found out that she couldn't come on her own. I captured her eyes with mine and just asked her to "Come for me." 

I used a few more tricks of my own to send her the rest of the way over the edge. I just kept her there . . . rolling her along in an extended orgasm. I already knew she liked a bit of delayed/forced/extended gratification. To my surprise, she held my hand locked against her clit as she pushed herself hard to the very limits of her own endurance. 

When she finally removed her hand and began to come crashing back down . . . I teased her clit just one more time with my tongue to send a deep shudder through her body. I wanted to reminder her that I was marginally the boss. At least for now. Not that I always would, could or want to be the boss of her twenty-four hours a day.

So we curled up afterwards and messily spooned our way into sleep. That was very late Tuesday morning. And here it was early Tuesday afternoon. I had only a couple of hours before I had to go work another 12 hour shift. And my morning erection was right on schedule . . . throbbing with an equal need to come and pee!

A soft stirring beside me reminded me that I was not alone. Keeley's hand wandered downwards and possessively searched for my cock. Once she had it firmly in hand she opened up her green eyes and smiled up at me. "I still can't believe I am here with you . . . like this!"

"I still think I am dreaming. I woke up early just to look at you for a while." I said trying to be romantic.

"Liar! You needed to pee and just didn't know how to get up out of bed without waking me up!" She laughed.

I laughed too. "Are you still ok with what we did last night. No regrets?"

"It was a relief. I was worried for a while that neither of us was going to be able to come. I know how hard it was for you . . . and for me as well. I just don't think I could have coped with it if neither one of us hadn't gotten off. I looked in your eyes and knew how important it was for both of us to come . . . and I just came . . . and came . . and came!" She giggled a bit as she played with some of the evidence on both our bodies with her free hand.

"I REALLY look forward to getting to know the rest of your body better soon." I said teasingly.

Keeley looked serious for a moment. "Its still going to be a while, you know?" She held up a wrist and showed me an ever darkening and widening bruise. "You were so very gentle last night. I didn't think my body was capable again of feeling that way down there. I can't even touch myself there without it hurting me really badly. You did a lot more than just touch me down there. How did you manage to do it?"

"Its just something I have always been able to do. Kinda like what I learned about massage or Shiatsu. Your body is always sending out signals. You have to learn to totally shutout what your own body is saying and wanting. Only then do you have a chance to listen to someone else's signals. When I give a massage to someone . . . especially someone I care about . . . I completely drift away. I am not there. My hands are not there. They actually become part of the other person's body . . . and they just seem to know things."

I continued, "When I went down on you last night . . . it took me a moment to feel you there . . . I mean REALLY feel you there. Then I just somehow felt everything you were feeling. I wanted to please you so much, I could actually feel where you were hurting before I even got near the bruises. Even the ones that can't be seen yet. As you got more and more excited, I could sense how much your body could take. When you finally came, you moved your body in a way that would have had you screaming in pain earlier . . . but now it was pleasure instead . . . just enough more of the pleasure than the pain to make things work out right. A body in perfect balance."

Keeley giggled some and squeezed the shaft of my cock hard. "That's the second longest speech I've ever heard you make!"

"How ever you did it . . . I am grateful," she said seriously. "I don't seem to be nearly so sore this morning. I actually think I can get stuff done today . . . instead of just sleeping and feeling sorry for myself."

"Just don't over do it," I warned seriously. "What are you going to do today?"

"Sit down and figure out what I need to do. And make a few phone calls. Mostly my folks. Maybe the housemom at the club. I need to let them know I'll be off a while. Figure out my bills. See how much further behind I am going to be in the month or so I'll probably be off my feet. With your special kind of help, I might be ready to go just a bit sooner." She lightly squeezed my shaft in thanks.

"Don't worry about rent or bills for this place," I said. "Its small enough as it is. I couldn't justify making you pay anything for sharing this tiny apartment. Besides Ruthy seems to like you. She gets lonely when I am at work. She's a good cat . . . but I work too much for her tastes."

"So I really don't have to pay you while staying here?"

"Nope . . . when we get OUR place . . . we will have to share expenses. As long as you can stand the cramped quarters here . . . and the company . . . you are welcome to it. Hell! Besides . . . if you look like this good every morning you ought to be charging ME!"

Keeley blushed in a way that only true redheads can . . . and she blushed all over.

Without saying another word Keeley slid over on top of me. She did look slightly less uncomfortable in her movements. As she held herself above me, she arranged herself perfectly along my length. The feel of her weight settling down upon my body was indescribable. She reached up with both hands and held my face. One finger crossed over my lips as I began to speak. A soft "sshhhhh" escaped her lips. 

She just held my face looking in to my eyes . . . and I felt a slight wetness drip onto my cock.

"I like this," she said. "Hell, I love this . . . and you!"

"I can feel you dripping down there!" My cock began twitching. As I reached for her face she grabbed my wrists. She raised them up to the headboard. She wrapped each of my hands around a vertical bar. She tugged back against my forearms to check my grip.


"They stay there. I need to learn some trust. Well, I already trust you . . but my body has yet to learn to trust anyone again. Imagine your hands are tied. PROVE to me you have the kind of self-control you say you have!"

"Yes."

"You won't move them . . . no matter what I do to you?"

"They will stay there where you put them . . . no matter what."

She smiled that elfin smile I had so loved even from the first time I saw her, "You might regret that!" With that she reached over and grabbed her night shirt from the edge of the bed. She made a long twist of the thin material. I saw that she was going to blindfold me with it. A groan of worry and desire escaped my lips. 

I was going to be blindfolded just like SHE had been. My hands were free. My legs were free. But I would be blindfolded. The tape was still fresh in my mind and I moaned louder in sudden discomfort and lust. Then I understood . . . or at least I thought I did . . . something that even she hadn't fully realized herself yet. 

Keeley needed to regain control. If I understood her NEED right . . . everything on that tape would happen to BOTH of us again in the coming weeks. EVERYTHING!

My face must have showed its panic, worry and anger. Not like this! Not like this! I wanted something special with Keeley. Something I needed more than life itself it seemed. Keeley sensed my body tightening and the enormous pain that was flowing through my body. Pain that was no less real despite its source being purely psychological. Alarmed she laid back down on my body. Her hands, just finished from tying the blindfold in place held my face again.




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 04



"What's wrong! What's happening! Oh my god, what have I done?"

I grimaced in pain. I shuddered completely out of control. Great violent spasms shook every muscle in my body. It went on and on and I was completely helpless to stop it. Cries of real pain escaped my lips as my hands shook the headboard against its mounting bracket. 

Slowly, as I felt her weight push down against my body . . . as I felt my face in her hands once again . . . and I heard the concern in her voice . . . I slowly mastered my shakes. Keeley leaned up to remove the blindfold but I managed to croak softly, "Leave it, please."

Tremors still quivered through my body. "Just hold me," I said.

Keeley started to talk and I let out a "Shsssssh."

My breathing was returning to normal. My heart no longer raced in my chest. My limbs felt like they had been on an ancient torturer's rack for hours. I knew Keeley was confused and hurt. But for the life of me I couldn't think of a way to explain my extreme reaction to her . . . to apparently nothing . . . but that didn't make what had just happened any less real or any less painful. 

Keeley sensed that it was ok to talk again. "I'm sorry. There is more to this than I know right now. Isn't there?"

I weakly nodded yes . . . my hands still locked in a death grip on the the headboard's bars.

"You have to believe me . . . I didn't mean to hurt you. But I did somehow didn't I? Is this what you meant when you said that, "The things that would really hurt me . . . hurt us . . . were in there?"" I felt a loving stroke across my temple.

Another nod yes was all I could manage.

"I am so sorry . . . I didn't know."

"You couldn't . . no one could," I finally manage to whisper.

I felt a few tears on my chest as she rested her head there. Slowly, ever so slowly my body relaxed. As it did so Keeley moved her hands downward. As they found my sex she gently moved it upwards. Straightening it out and caressing it. As I began to swell slightly she moved down to the foot of the bed. Her long red hair looked vivid and bright in my imagination. It trailed down my abdomen and tickled my hips. I so wished that I could see her.

I felt her mouth breathe lightly over my cock. It jumped in response. Keeley opened up her bruised lips and still aching jaws. She took my length into her mouth completely. Before very long I began to grow stiffly against the inside of her mouth and she had to release me. She began to run her hands up and down the shaft. Again she seemed to know exactly what I needed. She changed the angle constantly. She increased the pressure on my shaft each time as my hips began to move upwards. She loosened her grip as I withdrew. She kissed the head of my shaft as it reached the top of its stroke.

Slowly the last vestiges of my phantom pain faded away . . . while Keeley allowed the tip of my cock to reenter her mouth.

A simultaneous groan escaped our lips. Unable now to take the wide swollen length any distance into her throat, Keeley nevertheless worked her magic. Her palms, fingers, lips and tongue created the illusion that she was deepthroating me. I began to leak precome profusely. Her tongue once again teased my slit . . . but her hand increased its pressure on my shaft . . . preventing me from going in to orbit from the overstimulation of my glans.

Keeley heard the bed creak as I pulled against the headboard. Forewarned she was ready when my hips increased their pace. My cock was wet with our combined juices. I was so tempted to place my hands ANYWHERE on Keeley's body. I longed to feel her hair. To touch her shoulders. To feel her breasts and thickly stiffening nipples. But my hands stayed locked in place.

Keeley moved her body to straddle one of my legs. I felt her wetness along my calf. I moved my leg upwards to give her something to rub against. She immediately took advantage of it. She rode her clit and wet lower lips all along my leg. The heat of her sex felt so good to me. A moan escaped her mouth as she mumbled her approval.

My cock was beginning to reach its full size and Keeley had to back the rest of the way off of it. The head was just too big for her sore jaws to accommodate its jerking movements. She compensated by increasing the pressure on my shaft and using her tongue to alternately swirl around the head and lick away the precome pouring from the tip. 

Keeley groaned in pleasure as she tasted the small spurt of come that escaped my ragged control.

Emboldened she tried to take the head back into her mouth and take bit more of the erect length than tiny amount she had swallowed earlier. Her jaws suddenly cramped painfully and even this pleasure was denied her. She took her anger out on my shaft in frustration. Both of her hands squeezed my shaft in fury . . . a low growl issued from deep within her. I bucked upwards uncontrollably in response and she recognized I was ready.

Keeley opened her mouth wide as she could for one more try and my head popped back into her mouth.

I groaned and a deep shudder ran from the tips of my toes and out my cock. Keeley rode my hips up to the top of my stroke. Her hands were locked around my shaft in a death grip to keep me from impaling my dick deep down her throat. She quickly used her forearms to place all her weight onto the tops of my thighs. Pinned and unable to move . . . my orgasm exploded helplessly outward.

My come ran into her mouth and filled her full. She moved off my head and let me buck upwards through her hands slick with the excess come. More than ever it felt like a cunt wrapped around my shaft. Spurt after spurt continued to blast out of me cock. Keeley was fairly well covered with my come.

As I began to feel only dribble of come being pushed out by my spasms, she released my dick and scooped up whatever had escaped her mouth. I could feel her move and hear her rubbing her hands around on her body. My imagination was on fire as I saw in my mind's eye her rubbing my come onto her breasts and nipples. Oh, how I wished that I had allowed her to remove my blindfold earlier!

I felt her move around on the bed but I couldn't tell what she was doing. Suddenly I knew. Keeley was standing above my head. Lowering herself to my face she kissed my lips passionately. Again I didn't mind what was coating her mouth and I felt her moan escape between our joined lips.

Keeley raised up again and I felt her step over my head. She knelt down and got on her hands and knees. Her mouth enveloped my softening cock once again and her body rocked backwards to place her cunt just barely within reach of my mouth. I extended my tongue anxiously to taste her. I forgot and ALMOST went to use my hands to draw her nearer to me. Keeley laughed wickedly as she felt me deliberately retighten my grip on the headboard. But at least she didn't pull away. My cock was beginning to harden again because of all the attention she was paying it. 

Keeley abruptly stood up and reversed herself. I heard a grunt of pain and started to protest that she should take it easy. Before I got two words out . . . Keeley's cunt was back at my mouth. She was evidently facing forwards now and had one hand on the head board . . . andi felt the other had latch itself onto my cock. She used the headboard to help thrust her clit forward at my tongue . . . and she used my cock to pull herself away again. 

How she was managing to do this without seriously hurting herself I had no idea. 

Suddenly Keeley seemed to explode into action. She released my cock and used both hands to pull herself deeper onto my mouth. Lacking any real way to help because my hands remained on the headboard . . . I just held on for dear life. Suddenly I felt her climax and felt one of her fingers join my tongue on her clit. Keeley forced my head down slightly and I tongued her open depths as deeply as I could.

A short scream escaped her lips as she shuddered uncontrollably on my tongue and lips.

Her breath came in short gasps and I felt her wetness flood my face. I took what I could into my mouth and felt the remainder pool slightly at the base of my neck and top of my chest. A low groan issued from Keeley as lifted herself off of my face. She whimpered slightly as she settled back along the length of my body. Her suddenly limp weight almost pulled my hands off of the bars.

"You did it! You kept them there the whole time!" She whispered in my ear, "You can let go now."

I shook my head, "You release them."

Keeley giggled slightly as she pried my hands off of the headboard. "Oh!" she said as she she saw my whitened flesh. She kissed the insides of my palms and rubbed the circulation back into each hand in turn . . . sensuously moving back and forth . . . going from hand to hand to relieve my pain. She even sucked on each finger, taking them as deep as she could into her mouth.

Then she reached up and removed her makeshift blindfold from across my eyes. I began to shudder in excitement as I was able to look at her beautiful face once more. My cock leapt to life again. "Damn!" I said as I looked at the time. So very little time left before I had to get ready.

I went to speak and Keeley grabbed my face in a passionate kiss. She held my face in both hands again and wouldn't let go. Eventually she had to come up for air and said, "That was wonderful. I won't pretend to understand everything that just happened . . . but you will explain it someday to me . . . promise?"

"Yes . . . I promise. I really don't understand it all myself . . . but I will when the time is right."

"Good!" she said. "Its important . . . I just know it is! Important for both of us. It helped you. What we did together afterwards I mean. I know it helped me. I felt US there for a long moment. Do you know what I am saying?"

"Yes"

"Back to one word answers again, I see. Time to get you ready. Coming?" she said as she lifted off of the bed. 

I didn't fail to see what the effort cost her and was by her side as soon as I could be. "Please, take it slow. I heard and FELT you while you were on the bed. Please, please don't do anything like that again!"

Puzzled, she gave me a hurt look and I could see that she really didn't understand. "You have to heal first, my love. You weren't ready for some of what you did. You can't hide that from me. Even "tied" up and blindfolded I can tell. I will ALWAYS know. Don't think you can fool me that way ever again. I don't have to see your face to know if you are hurting yourself."

"That was stupid of you." I held her chin with one hand . . . looked into her eyes . . . and reached over and delivered a firm swat to her beautiful behind. A sudden yelp escaped her control, but her eyes never left mine. "Understand?"

I felt a thrill of emotion, lust, worry and wonder course through her body.

"Yes, Mast - - - - "

SLAP!

She reached back to cover her stinging ass! "What was that for!"

I gathered Keeley carefully to me. Pressing the full length of her body against mine. I looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you really think something so overused and trite describes either of us?"

She held my gaze. "No"

As she moved to lower her eyes I reached up and captured her chin again. When her eyes finally met mine, I said, "Either we become something more than just that . . . or we won't make it. Yes?"

She looked me straight back in the eye and said, "So no "Mistress" title for me either. Damn! I always liked that part!" Her elfin smile brightened my day. "Guess that's something we are going to have to work out together then isn't it!" 

She grabbed me by my stiff cock and led me into a shower that would start another long day at work for me . . . and another long day of healing and decisions for her. But we still had a little time left . . . and there was plenty of hot water!



Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 05



This is the fifth and last installment of this section of the story. I appreciate all of the constructive comments that have been sent to me privately. And all of you that took the time to vote as well!

This part has a LOT more of the backgrounds of the two main characters. I also included some details on how the women involved in the dancing industry really feel about what they do and the men they do it for. Some of these details are critical to what happens next and why.

Hopefully you will forgive the extra length of this part . . . and appreciate the information later . . . when I continue telling about the next phase of their relationship.

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As always this is a completely fictional story and the names are chosen at random. Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Making these kinds of things happen in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the limits of others and make them respect your limits as well. ALWAYS play safe! ALWAYS!

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Part 5: Her dangerous gamble almost pushes me too far!

Keeley and I tried to take full advantage of our time in the shower but we didn't have much luck. We did however have lots of mutual pleasure in cleaning up the "evidence" that we'd both enjoyed last night and this morning. The limited time I had before my next shift prevented us from doing much more than that. So I had to finish preparing for work with a large erection constantly getting in the way.

Sometimes Keeley didn't wear much around the house. I already appreciated that habit of hers immensely . . . but whether she was naked or half dressed . . . she insisted that I match her state as well. Never having been accused of being a prude, I really didn't mind all that much. Still, I almost felt relieved when I finally got into my clothes to get ready for work. My erection faded of its own accord as soon as I began to dress. Serious thoughts of work will do that to you in a heartbeat. Finally I was able to tuck away my completely softened cock into my underwear. 

I was startled as Keeley said, "I just can't get over how small it is!"

"EXCUSE ME!?!?!"

"I was talking about the apartment, silly!", she laughed. "Although who would ever guess THAT little guy would grow into such a monster at times."

"I am a grower not a show-er", I quipped a stolen retort back at her.

"I do wish I had bigger boobs though . . . at least some of the times. If they could just be made to adjust to whatever size I wanted them to be and back again . . . I would definitely like a bigger pair to have at work."

"Never!"

"What do you mean, "Never!"?"

"You don't change yourself to work in the business . . . or you have lost before you have even started. I like your breasts just the way they are. YOU like them just they way they are . . . if you'll just be honest with yourself. They'll get a bit bigger on their own, eventually. Hell, your whole body will get even more curvy as time goes by. You'll have a figure in ten years that women will want to kill you for having at your age . . . and they'll pay thousands in plastic surgery just to try and match it. And it will be all your own . . . not some kind of plastic surgeon's wet dream. NO boob job, EVER!"

"Tell me how you really feel, why don't you!", Keeley laughed. "So I am really ok to you?"

"Perfect!" I said, "And I can't wait to be around for when the improvements arrive with time."

"You mean that, don't you?" She said with a slight quiver in her voice. "You really do." Keeley crossed the distance between us and held her naked body fiercely against my fully clothed one. A single passionate kiss and a shove towards the door was all I got however . . . because she turned her face away to hide her expression. 

As I started towards her to hold her in my arms again . . . I thought better of it . . . this was going all so very fast for her and she needed some space.

Quietly, I picked up the sandwiches she had made me and slipped out the door. Once on the other side, I admitted that this was going very fast for me as well. I fervently hoped it wasn't going too fast for us to survive the next few months. The ups and downs of even the next few weeks were going to be spectacular. I just hoped I could hold on to her. 

Striking the right balance that would allow us to keep our individual freedoms . . . while building the strong relationship we both seemed to desperately need . . . was going to be critical.

As I stumbled down the three flights of steps to my car, I wondered about all of the things that would have to go just right. To allow US to happen. Time to use my brain and figure out what I could ahead of time . . . before it was too late.

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One twelve hour shift later . . . 

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Hungry, I got out my cell phone and called my own apartment. Strange how few times I'd ever done that. Besides the occasional call to let my cat hear my voice on the answering machine . . . I don't think I had ever called to talk with someone else there but the rare visiting relative. The small size of my apartment had always kept those to the absolute minimum.

The phone rang about five times before Keeley finally chose to answered it. 

"Hello?"

"It's me. I was going to ask if you wanted me to pick you up anything from the store. Or maybe some good takeout for us both to eat when I get home?"

"Actually, I tried making something for us here, is that ok?"

"Sure. No problem as long as there is plenty of it. It was a hard shift again and I am pretty hungry."

"There's plenty . . . but whether you will want to eat it . . . that's another matter entirely," she laughed.

"I'm sure it will be fine . . . I usually have to eat my own cooking remember? So you have everything you need?"

"Yes, everything's all set."

"Ok, I'll be home in about fifteen minutes. Bye."

"Bye-Bye", she said hanging up the phone.

Ahhhh. Blissful domestic interaction. Hadn't heard THAT in forever! How she'd found anything in the apartment to cook worth eating was beyond my imagination at the moment. At least I did have a surprise or two for her. I patted the portfolio on the seat beside me. Work had a few dull moments . . . so I was able to get some much needed research done.

Hopefully she would use and appreciate it . . . and I could handle the results if she actually did so.

Carefully lifting my tired feet so I wouldn't trip over the stairs, I made my way up the three flights to my door. Again, almost feeling that I should be knocking, I fumbled the keys in the lock to let her know I was home. I smelled something Italian simmering on the stove as I pushed open the door. 

Ruthy came to greet me with her happy little cat-dance between my legs.

Holding on to the large portfolio in my right hand, I reached down awkwardly to scratch between her ears and a headbutt let me know that she was alright. Ruthy's last quick final weave between my legs almost tripped me. A tiny meow was her whispered apology to me.

Keeley was no where in sight as I looked for a place to put my portfolio down. I NEVER brought my work home . . . so it was a weird, unaccustomed action. As I was leaning it against the tiny coat closet door, she came out of the bedroom. Dressed in dark straight leg jeans and a navy, long sleeve, silky looking shirt . . . she looked wonderful to me. Her feet where typically barefoot and her long red hair was pulled into a loose ponytail behind her back. Wisps of escaping hair framed her pale face . . . a slight flush to her cheeks told me that she had been working hard at something.

"That didn't take very long. Did work go okay today?"

"Not too bad tonight. Nothing to compare to manic Mondays . . . but still very busy at times. Wednesdays are still the easiest day for me. It smells so good in here . . . and I bet you do to!" I tried a bit of a leer to put her at ease. She looked a little bit nervous to me.

She seemed to make up her mind about something and finally crossed the room and gave me a quick hug. As she tried to pull away I encircled her body with both of my arms and gave her a big squeeze. I carefully lifted her off her feet and let her body stretch itself out. I shifted her in my arms slightly to a different position. I spread my hands out strategically and pressed her against me very carefully. 

A series of soft pops echoed through the apartment. A low moan escaped Keeley's lips and her body went totally limp. I held her in the air for another long moment and then let her bare toes touch the carpet again. I carefully held on to Keeley as I let her feet take her full weight again. A shudder of . . . well something . . . shook her frame lazily.

"Oooooooh," she finally managed.

"Better?", I asked softly.

"What did you just do . . . and how did you know I needed it?"

She pulled gently away from me and stood testingly on her own two feet again. I said, "Just a little something I picked up from somewhere. I thought you could use it. You looked like you were a bit stiffer than when I left you this morning. You ok?"

"MUCH better, after that little trick. Thank you. Do you want to eat now . . . or take a shower first?", she asked.

"Let's eat now. I'm hungry and it smells great. Where do you want to eat, sitting on the barstools or on the couch?"

"The couch is fine. We can fill our plates in the kitchen and eat off of the coffee table. I hope you like it." She said a bit shyly.

"It has to be better than anything I could have made for myself tonight!" I quickly washed my hands at the kitchen sink. Then I almost bumped into her going for the dish towel to dry my hands on. "Definitely a tight fit in here, isn't it!"

"I like it . . . although there isn't that much counterspace. You have all this good cooking equipment and you hardly ever use it? Some of it looks professional. I mean, my parents don't even have stuff like this!"

"Not much reason to cook for just one . . . and Ruthy doesn't eat each much human food . . . although she insists on trying a little bit of everything. Where do I start?", I asked her.

"No fuss . . . I'll go first and show you what's here."

Dinner, as I found out from watching her fill her plate, was a huge pot of Spaghetti, meatballs, and sauce NOT from a can. Fresh green beans with some bacon added, spinach greens of some sort and garlic bread. Muffins of some kind cooling under a towel seemed to be for dessert.

My stomach growled loudly . . . twice . . . as I heaped up my plate.

Keeley laughed, "Let's just eat."

Moving to the couch I set my plate down. Keeley handed me the napkins and silverware. As I set the table she returned with the seasonings and the basket of bread. Her last trip before she sat down was a bottle of red wine and two glasses. The bottle was already opened but was still completely full. Evidently she had been letting it "breathe" for a bit.

"Ahhhh . . . I don't drink wine . . . especially red wine," I said apologetically.

"Oh! I made some iced tea as well. Let me get you some." She jumped up to go back to the kitchen . . . but I reached for her hand . . . and held it and her in place.

"This is a wonderful surprise. You didn't have to go to all of this trouble, really. But how did you manage to pull all of this together without a car to drive? I know I didn't have fresh green beans much less a bottle of red wine in this place." 

She carefully disengaged her hand from mine to go get my tea from the kitchen. "I walked to the store," she said simply.

That was fine I thought. Five blocks there . . . a long walk around the mega grocery store . . . five blocks back. Plus three flights of stairs up and down. That would be impressive to me in her condition . . . but the wine was a different matter. This suburb was dry . . . was it 15 blocks to the nearest liquor store that sells wine? I thought a bit. Hell! It was almost twenty blocks to the next little 'burb that was "wet".

"Keeley!"

"Don't be mad. I planned it well. I got out the phone book and used the map to see where everything was. I made a few phone calls first. Then I walked around the complex some first to see how I would do. Everything felt ok . . . so I just took my time walking to the liquor store. That was almost right after you left. It's a nice neighborhood and I wanted to see more of it. A single bottle of wine wasn't too heavy on my way back to the store, you know. I stopped and rested for a while at that little chinese restaraunt in the shopping center."

She continued somewhat sheepishly, "I needed to get some . . . girl things . . . at the store anyway. I got just what I needed for tonight's meal and was back home well before it got too dark. Then Ruthy and I took a long nap together. I'm fine . . . really . . . I'm fine."

I gave her a long look . . . she held up her chin and returned my stare confidently. Faced between arguing more . . . or getting to feed my growling stomach . . . I quickly gave in. "You could have just asked me to get whatever you needed. I would have made the time, you know that. We can go shopping tomorrow if you want . . . we'll make a list together . . . and a budget of sorts. Let's eat!"

Keeley hit the remote and started a DVD, "I stopped at the video store, too."

Dinner was a relaxing affair. An action flick. Good food. She had two full glasses of wine. She even poured me a half a glass . . . but the tannins in it kept me from drinking too much of it. Red wine always gives me a headache . . . and lucky for me I hate the taste anyway. She had seconds of the food. I actually had thirds. But there was still plenty of leftovers of everything for both our lunches tomorrow. The muffins where a good ending to the meal . . . just as the movie finished. We both curled up lengthwise on the couch afterwards . . . me behind her . . . my arm draped over her shoulders. 

She grasped my hand and held it between her clothed breasts . . . I felt her relax back into me even more.

A light kiss brushed my lips before she turned away . . . snuggling back against me into a more comfortable position. Keeley put the TV on the weather channel to see the weather forecast. I leaned down and nuzzled her neck. She sighed and reached up a hand to play with my hair.

"What else did you do today . . . as if what you did wasn't enough . . . not too much else I hope?"

She said softly, "I called my folks. They are glad I left Ex . . . but they are really worried about me. You know how much they hated it when he got me started dancing in the first place. They wanted me to move back home. I said no. I gave them the phone number here, though . . . was that ok?"

"Sure. I'm glad you called them. Did you tell them who you were staying with? I mean, do I answer the phone . . . or are they expecting a girlfriend to answer?"

"I didn't tell them about you yet . . . about us I mean. I'm sorry, but they would have worried even more if they knew I was living with you. The caller I.D. will show you their area code, so you'll know its them if they should call. I don't see that happening very often. Was that bad of me to not tell them about you?"

"No. I understand. It's just what you have to do for now. I'll take my usual message off of the answering machine. I'll try to put something generic on there using my "radio" voice." I laughed, "They'll think it's a pre-recorded message. That'll take care of that problem. Just let the machine take all of the calls unless you see its my cell phone number. Don't worry about not telling them about me."

"Hell, my folks will be confused too if you answer the phone." I said. "This is not exactly the typical size of an apartment to have just a normal roommate. They'd know we were together right away. But don't worry about their reaction . . . I think they'd be happy that I've finally found someone."

" . . . and if they knew I was a dancer? . . . "

"If you were JUST a dancer . . . honestly, they would be mad . . . but you are so much more than that. They'd see how special you are the first time they'd met you."

"You aren't just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

"No. I wouldn't lie about something like that. It would hurt both of us too much. What else did you do today?" I said trying to lighten the mood.

"I called Kathy, the house mom at the club. She seemed to know something was up. She will keep my locker for me for at least a month. She said to take as much time as I needed. I know she liked having me around to talk to. I was one of the few dancer's she'd open up with. I miss her already."

"I know Kathy pretty well. I have known her for over six years, remember? I'm glad you two get along well. You can trust her . . . one of the very few you can trust that work there."

"I forget sometimes how long you have been a VIP member. She's been there the entire time?"

"Yep. What else did Kathy have to say?"

"She said that Shelly cleaned out her locker . . . and asked Kathy to let her move some of her old stuff into mine. I can't think of a thing of her's that I could wear, so it must have been things besides clothes."

"Nope. I can't see you wearing anything of her's at all." I squeezed her small breasts together . . . then I pulled her slim hips against mine own playfully. 

"Oh? I might find SOMETHING in that magic bag of her's I could wear . . . hmmm?"

Damn! I'd hoped she'd forgotten about that! At least I hoped she hadn't found where I'd stashed it in the apartment. Maybe she thinks it in the storage unit with the rest of her stuff. Ruthy wouldn't show her where I had it hidden . . at least I hoped she wouldn't. But with cats you never can tell for sure.

"We need to talk. I figured out my bills today. I need to get back to dancing as soon as I can. But I shouldn't do it at my old club . . . our old club. At least not just yet should I? Maybe never?"

"No. Not for the first time you get back on stage again . . . that wouldn't be a good idea . . . it just doesn't feel right to me somehow. Ex still might come back there looking for you. You need a break from that place, too. How you give lap dances is going to change now, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I wondered if you'd understand that. I won't dance the way I used to . . . not for just anybody. I WON'T!" She said fiercely.

"You'll find a way. All the girls are different . . . and they eventually find the way that works best for them. A bit of time away from our club will let you experiment freely. I don't think most of your old customers will even notice if you change your style."

"You would."

"I am not like most customers . . . or people for that matter." I smirked.

"That's one of the reasons I am taking a chance on us. But it's crazy! I will be back in a club somewhere in just a few weeks . . . dancing topless for men I don't know . . . or for a kind of man that I don't even like. The stage doesn't scare me at all anymore. I have always enjoyed that . . . even on the first night I ever did it. It's the lap dances that have me worried now."

"You were always pretty reserved. I don't think I've ever seen you do anything out of bounds, with a few notable exceptions!" I leered at her playfully again. The night she had gotten too drunk to even stand up straight still stood out in my mind VERY clearly. "You can't give lap dances the way most of the girls do, or especially like Shelly did. The fact she wasn't kicked out of the club a hundred different times is something I never fully understood."

I looked at her seriously, "Is the reason you have to change your dancing style because of you or me?"

Keeley cast her eyes downwards. "A little of both. I feel about you so differently than I did for Ex. I don't want to hurt you. What are you going to think if you see me dance for someone else now? What will you think of me? I can't give of myself like I used to. I just won't."




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 05



"Keeley. You can't change the core of who you are and survive in dancing. You CAN adapt though. What do you like most about dancing on stage?"

"I like the attention. I used to be such an ugly little duckling . . . all skinny, flat chested with bones sticking out everywhere. I like the fact that I look different now. I like that they can look all they want . . . but they can't touch me . . . unless I say they can. I like the music. I love the dancing. Performing and being good at what I do gives me a bit of a rush. When I'm on the main stage, I sometimes forget that there are even real people out there. On slow nights I often made more money on the stages than from doing lap dances."

"Do you know Melissa?"

"Sure. Not very well, though. She was a real trained dancer, wasn't she. Ballet, I mean. I know she's married and has been at the club almost forever. She's not the oldest dancer there . . . but she's close to it. She's almost Kathy's age I think." She pondered.

"She's actually a year or so older than Kathy. She has two kids and a husband. He's never at the club though. One of her kid's had a medical condition. Dancing helped her pay the medical bills for him. They really don't need her to dance now . . . but for a while it made a big difference to them as a family. Now, she does it to make up for lost time. Pretty soon she will retire and they will move away. They almost have enough to start their own small business in his old hometown. They already have a house bought and paid for there."

"How do you know all of that?"

I shrugged. "People talk to me. They tell me things. I listen. That's how we got to be so close, remember?"

She blushed a bit. "But what does Melissa have to do with me?"

"They worked it out . . . Melissa and her husband, I mean. Compare the way she dances with say . . . how Shelly . . . or even Debbie does." I asked her.

"They're totally different. Shelly's a slut and always has been . . . and even Debbie gets wild occasionally . . . but Melissa just seems to enjoy herself. On stage and when lap dancing, too. She never seems to get too involved with anyone though . . . staff, dancers or customers alike."

I tried to get my point across. "So, when Shelly dances for a customer . . . she dances to turn them on . . . hoping to get them to give her more money. The lewder she dances the more money she makes. Most guys look for that. They always pick her for lap dances because they see how she does it for other guys. Its how she attracts most of her regular customers. She hates the stage . . . she even told me she has dreaded it for the last few years . . . but she loves the lap dancing. One look at her grinding on someone and they all want the same kind of dance for themselves."

I continued, "When Melissa dances, she does it to please herself . . . that attracts a whole different kind of customer. If they see her dance like that and enjoying herself . . . and the guy likes to watch her . . . he pays her to dance that way for just himself. He wants a closer view. He doesn't pay her more per dance to try and get her to be wilder with him. A guy watching Melissa always knows exactly what he will be getting. Even if he doesn't understand at first, he won't ask her to dance for him a second time. Did Shelly and Debbie ever share the same customers?"

"Yes, all of the time. Especially when the other one was busy on the stages. They even got Kathy to make sure they were never on the stages at the same time. They'd babysit each others customers until they got off of the last stage. That way no other girl would get a chance at the highrollers table."

"How many of Melissa's customers did she share with Debbie? How many did she share with Shelly?"

"A few with Debbie . . and none that I ever saw with Shelly. What are you trying to say?"

"Men are pigs . . . but there are different kinds of pigs!"

"I know that!" Keeley thumped me in the ribs with her elbow. "What does that have to do with MY situation?"

"Patience! Oh skinny elbowed one! Patience!" I winced in pain. That had actually hurt! 

"Dancers attract different customers not just because they look different . . . or because they dance differently. Dancers attract different men because they are actually very different persons inside! If every man ONLY liked blondes, that's all that you would ever see dancing in the clubs. If men ONLY liked large silicon filled breasts, that's all you would ever see bouncing around on stage. If all men ONLY wanted a slut to grind against them the clubs wouldn't be much better than glorified whorehouses." 


"Different kinds of men go to the clubs looking for different kinds of things."

"There is a kind of customer out there that you will attract naturally just because of who you are on the inside. The real you . . . not the kind of person Shelly and Ex were trying to turn you into. If you can find a way to be yourself while dancing that person will show through. That will help attract the right kind of customers to you. The ones that you will feel the most comfortable dancing for. Believe me, there really are enough of them in the clubs to make dancing still worth your while." I emphasized.

"You just have to advertise for what you want to attract . . . and politely decline the others. Shelly always had you trying to dance like she does. Ex wanted you to dance like a slut so he could watch you with other men. If you lap dance exactly the same way you do on stage . . . you'll be just fine. Leave the dirtier dancing for the girls who feel they need it. You don't have to dance that way. Trust me. Men will pay just to have a closer look at you. Just for the privilege of having you dance privately. To dance for only them!"

"That won't work! Do you KNOW how much money Shelly cleared on a good weekend? I rarely made that much in a entire week of shifts! I only started making a little bit more again when I started dancing her way."

Keeley clearly didn't believe what I was trying to tell her. I tried again in a different way.

"But how did that make you feel having to dance that way? How much more did you have to drink each night to get up the nerve to throw yourself at them? How did you feel coming home afterwards? How did you feel before getting up to go to work the next day? I bet you made more money per week when you first started dancing than you did dancing Shelly's way anytime this whole last year. And you danced fewer shifts per week back then too. I'm right aren't I! Really think about it before you answer me."

Keeley took my advice and didn't answer right away. I even stopped her before she was started to speak again. ". . . and how much did Ex take from you for bills and expenses. Where did all of that money go, I wonder? But if you made three times as much right now . . . it wouldn't do you a bit of good . . . not unless you have a real plan and stick to it."

"Ok. You're right . . . and you have something in mind. Spill it." She said testily.

"It's easier for me to just show you. I had to make some guesses . . . well, a lot of guesses . . . so don't yell at me if I got something a little bit wrong. I did the best I could. I'm trying to help you help yourself, remember? It's by the door . . . you'll have to let me up to go get it."

" . . . and if I don't want to let you up?", she teased as she fairly well groped me.

"Then we'll probably be stuck in this tiny little apartment forever!"

Keeley finally relented and let go of me. I stumbled off the couch and turned on more lights. "We will need some room." Together we moved the dirty dishes into the kitchen and cleaned the little table off. I opened up my portfolio and placed it on the coffee table.

"Oooh! What is all of this stuff over here?", she said reaching for some of my artwork samples.

"Business first. Looky later."

Although Keeley pouted a bit, she was silent as I drew a number of items out of my art portfolio and set them on the table. The portfolio itself I zipped up and purposefully put back by the door. She looked at me and said, "You did all of this stuff last night at work?"

As I sat back down I said, "No. I've told you about Janie before, right?"

Keeley's sudden change in expression told me that she was none to pleased to even hear that name. 

Janie had been another dancer who I tried to help . . . a very long while ago. It hadn't turned out very well for me . . . not at all . . . although Janie did eventually make it out of the business. It was the worst kind of experience I could have had on the heels of my divorce. 

I had cared for Janie a lot. Frankly she just led me on endlessly because she thought she had to in order to get my help. She 'd have gotten even more help from me if she'd asked for it honestly. Her lies hurt me more than the truth ever could have. Keeley knew the whole story and hated anything to do with her.

"I'll withhold judgement until you've finished." Keeley said dryly. 

Women!

"Janie had a crazy Ex . . . one that used to hurt her . . . and even threatened to do more if she ever left him. Right? So she just ran away from everyone. Him, her friends and her family. She disappeared like she fell off the face of the earth. Eventually she called me to let us all know she was alright. She said she'd found a new place to dance where her old boyfriend wouldn't find her. We all thought that was a bunch of crap. So we went looking for her."

I shook my head sadly, "I found her dancing nude at a club in a very, very bad part of town. She had been right, he would've never looked for her in those clubs. After I'd found her she seemed to listen to us finally. For a while at least she did. We all pitched in to help get her back on her feet. Then it all just went wrong. You know the story. Afterwards . . . long afterwards . . . she got out of the business and earned her dental hygenists degree. Janie even got married a year or two ago, I think."

"Anyway, I just checked the web last night and updated the map and all of the info."

"Wow!", Keeley said as I spread out the map."I didn't know there were so many!"

" . . . and you've danced at just two of them! I've actually been inside almost all of them. Everyone that's marked off in red. We never really thought she would dance nude either . . . so it took us quite awhile."

"You did all of this just to find her?"

"Yeah. I found her here." I pointed at a red dot on the map. "I kinda led the search. I even had her parents blessing. The boyfriend was one real son-of-a-bitch. We thought we didn't have much time, so it had to be done right. It did work though, eventually." I got silent thinking my own thoughts for a long moment. A light kiss on my cheek brought me back from a very, very bad place.

"I'm glad you and Janie didn't work out. It's her loss. Besides, we would've never met if it had worked. But I am glad you are showing me all of this now. I think I understand all of it better."

Not feeling comfortable with looking her in the eyes just yet, I picked up the list I had made. The web is great for somethings besides finding strange porno. I pressed on. "Here is a list of ALL of the clubs currently registered in the metroplex. This section of the list is the clubs that I think have even a remote . . . and I do mean remote . . . possibility at all. The last section is the ones I'd actually recommend you going to see."

"Short list. Almost too short. How come this one isn't on the short list?"

I looked where she pointed and coughed a bit uncomfortably. "That's not a proper club."

"What do you mean it's not a proper club? They advertise everywhere. I know plenty of girls who used to work there. Shelly and Debbie both used to dance there!"

"That's not exactly a glowing recommendation in my mind, you know. Trust me . . . you don't want to dance there. Look at these few others first. If you don't find at least one you want to try and dance in for a while . . . I'll take you to THAT one myself some night."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"What else is in that stuff you took out?"

"Just general information. Loans, interest rates, financial guides, pawn shops, apartment locators, trade schools, scholarship sources, a few used car companies I'd trust . . . and two psychologists that are good." I looked down.

"She didn't use any of it, did she. All the work you put in. All the help you, her friends and her parents tried so desperately to offer her. She took none of it but the money."

"Yep, just the money."

Keeley put her arm around me. "But she's ok now, isn't she?"

"Yeah. She's fine . . . now. But she hurt a lot of people on the way down to rock bottom."

"Including you . . . especially you."

"Yeah . . . at least we never slept together."

"Not once?"

"Not once."

"I'm not like her. I know I need help. Tell me what you think I should do. Seriously."

"Get out of dancing, NOW!" I said with a bit more force than I intended.

"Just leave it and be with me. We will manage somehow. I make more than you think I do. Actually quite a bit more. For you . . . for us . . . I won't mind doing whatever it'll take. You have your degree. It'll take a while . . . but you'll find something you'd like to do. It'll pay enough eventually to suit you. I won't mind doing this, really."

Keeley held my chin and turned me to face her. "I need to do this. For me. I CAN handle this. It's the best and quickest way out. I'm not twenty years old anymore. I can USE this business to get what I need . . . without it destroying me . . . or us. I know it will work . . . if you'll just help me help myself. If you can bring yourself to trust me with this, that is."

"Lots of people have thought that before . . . and lost . . . and they lost everything."

"I am not 'most people' . . . and you certainly are more than 'most people' I've met . . . you are more than they could ever hope to be."

I blushed a bit at the compliment and said, "You aren't going to change your mind are you? Am I not enough for you to try it another way? Aren't we worth it as a couple . . . to at least try something else first?"

"We are. Of course we are. But I won't run from this. I'm hurt and scared. I won't heal right if I just turn tail and give up. I'll never forgive myself if I do. Never. I need to use this to make me stronger. You know things. You know how it can be done. You know it can work. Why would you show me all of this stuff . . . if you really didn't think it was possible?"

"Touche' . . . but I had to be certain you knew what you were getting yourself into."

"Fine. I do. So what's next?"

"Let me see your numbers from today and I'll tell you."

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One very long and boring conversation later . . . 

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"You've had enough." Keeley said as she watched me yawn for the third time in the last ten minutes. "And you've had a harder day than I did . . . I really don't see how you had time to do all of this so quickly. Most of this is too recent . . . too up to date."

I coughed a bit uneasily. "I've thought about it for a while. I've thought about us for a long while. I kinda wanted to be ready . . . just in case I got the chance to be with you."

"It's amazing . . . and kind of overwhelming . . . that you would do all of this for me. For us. You put a lot of thought and effort into this. With what you figured out . . . my school debt alone will get paid off years earlier than I thought it ever could be. But I can work more often than you have planned out here. Really, I just know I can."

"This is for the long haul, Keeley. You'll burn out. Dancing can't become your whole life . . it'll eat you up inside. You'll start to tailor every aspect of your life around it. You'll mortgage your future to it. It's like this. You get trapped by the easy money. You make more. You spend more. You run up your bills. You dance in a way you hate just to make a tiny bit more. You start to drink more to try and make you hate yourself less. You buy things that cost more . . . things you don't even need. Things you figure that will fill up the growing hole inside of yourself."

"You live in places you can barely afford to just to make yourself feel like you are accomplishing something . . . anything. You buy a fancier car when the old one was just fine. You make more money than ever . . . but your bills somehow keep going up faster than what you are bringing in . . . and you stay trapped. Eventually something has to snap . . . and it's always the dancer who loses. The business isn't the one who gets hurt. You do!"

" . . . and I won't lose you to it . . . I won't . . . I just can't . . . "

"You won't . . I promise."

Despite the sincerity in her face . . . a yawn of her own struggled to get through . . . ruining the effect she was trying to achieve. "You still have another twelve hour shift tomorrow, don't you, you poor thing. I haven't done much to let you rest since I've been here, have I?"

"No! It's been wonderful having you here. I mean besides what we've done in there." I nodded my head in the direction of the bedroom/bathroom. "It feels so good to be able to just hold you. Its so different having you here and not having to drive so far just to see you. Having to fight and stuggle just to get a few minutes with you to myself at the club."

"I always wondered why you drove so far to our club . . . when there are plenty of "good" ones so close to your apartment? Does the club really make that much of a difference? Sorry . . . shop talk again. Come here." Keeley implored me as she stood up. I struggled to get off of the couch and stand up. My legs were sore and half asleep. I hated that kind of tingly sensation. 

"Don't worry. I'll do the dishes in the morning and the food has all been put away already." she offered.

"Ok. Thanks. I didn't realize I was this tired. Wow! Look at the time. We should've been in bed two hours ago."

"Go get in the shower. That will help your muscles relax. I'll just do a few things in here while you do that." 

I didn't argue with her and headed off to the bathroom like a zombie. I could hear Keeley in the kitchen and then in the bedroom. After using the "facilities" I turned the shower on. Even with the door only mostly closed, it still fogged up pretty quick. I never closed the bathroom door all of the way. Ruthy got rather irate when she found one of HER doors closed. She wasn't above a sharp scratch . . . or even a hard nip or two . . . to let her displeasure be known to me.

The water felt wonderful as I let it cascade over my shoulders. Out of habit, I washed my hair and shaved . . . even though I would do it all over again in the morning. My face was just too scratchy otherwise. By the time I finished grooming . . . I closed my eyes and just stood there and soaked. A rustle of the shower curtain startled me for a moment. It wasn't my cat coming to get a drink of water from my cupped hands either.

Keeley looked wonderful. Her long hair was pulled together in a loose ponytail. The end of it fell in front of her shoulders and almost down to one of her breasts. Her nipples looked hardened with excitement. Only a slight bruising was showing around the outside edges of her areolas where Shelly had so cruelly twisted them. It felt like a lifetime ago . . . but it had only been just a few short days ago.

My eyes traveled downwards to see that Keeley had shaved off everything down below. I'd miss that bit of red hair that proved that she was a true redhead. But the end result looked interesting to me as well. Her legs were getting misted with the spray. Her beautiful feet and toes already shining wetly.

I honestly didn't know what to say or do . . . I was frozen in place just by the sight of her.

Keeley came forward a bit and pulled me to her. She kept her face well away from the spray. It was apparent to me she didn't want to get her hair wet. I took a wash cloth and soaped it up well. I worked it carefully over her shoulders and breasts. Moving the ponytail from side to side to keep it from getting wet. I turned her around and worked on her back and shoulders. 




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 05



As I moved the cloth down between her legs she spread them apart for me. I firmly scrubbed the backs of her long legs. I used slow deep strokes with the soapy rag. I thought I heard a sigh escape her lips, but the water was making too much noise for me to be sure. As I tugged on her to get her to turn around again . . . I got a good view of her backside.

Working my way evenly up the front of both legs, I found myself face to "face" with her freshly shaved pussy. I soaped the outside of it well and even ran a finger along the length of its lips. With a definite moan this time, and she spread her legs open wider for me. I used the warm water as a lube and placed my right index finger inside. I pulled apart the folds with my second index finger and placed both of them even deeper inside.

Exploring a bit, I moved them all around the inside of her sex . . . feeling for her sore spots. Gauging by her reaction to some of the areas, I knew she still wasn't ready for me to be inside her yet. Shelly had lubed her well . . . but Keeley had never been taken so hard by anything as large as that twelve inch purple dildo. I was still in awe at how well Shelly could use that thing. 

Actually, awe is the wrong word. Jealous is much closer to the right feeling I was having as I had watched the tape. Shelly forcing its entire length up into Keeley had made me feel almost inadequate somehow. I wondered. If I had a dick that size, could I use it half as well as she had used hers? 

Penis size . . . the surest way to get a man to doubt himself . . . or to give him a fatal case of overconfidence.

I placed my tongue along her clit and gave it a few licks. Keeley moaned again but tried to pull me up and away from her. I tried again and got the same response. A bit of intuition hit me. I gave her a knowing look. She just nodded once. She was having her period. At least that was something. Ex apparently hadn't gotten her pregnant. 

Keeley had told me once that the pill almost stopped her periods completely. Usually just one short day of minor bleeding . . . sometimes not even that. But she also had said that she still got the normal several days of PMS despite that wonderful fact. 


I was living with a redhead with PMS at least four days a month . . . what had I gotten myself into?

I carefully removed the shower head from its holder. Adjusting the massage wand's sprayhead, I used it to rinse her off. I started at her shoulders . . . worked my way lower down to her toes and then finally back up to her pussy. 

I adjusted the spray and water pressure yet again and let it flood over her lower lips. Using my fingers again, I opened her up and let the stream of water ripple just a little bit inside of her. A low guttural moan escaped her mouth. Not bothering to look up at her, I adjusted the jet once more and spread my fingers holding her open even wider.

"Oh. Oh. Oh.", she gasped in quick succesion.

I angled the head slightly downward to keep some of the pressure off of her clit. I was rewarded with a hand running through my wet hair. My fingers still opened wider and I thrust the nozzle yet closer to her. Keeley shuddered in place until I thought I saw her knees begin to buckle. I lowered the nozzle . . . but first I ran it up once more against her clit. She yelped and pulled my head upwards.

"You are a bad, bad man. It's a good thing I like you or I'd make you pay for that!"

Luckily for me I could see she was just teasing. At least I hoped she was just teasing!

I returned the shower head back to its bracket and the water to its normal force. Keeley rinsed off a bit more and suddenly I had the shower all to myself again. I finished up and turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. Keeley had already dried off and was holding a towel open for me. It felt good to feel her wrap it around me and dry me off. She looked at my damp hair and said, "Don't be too long."

I at least made sure my hands and feet were dry . . . and that I wasn't standing in a puddle of water first. I didn't want electrocute myself with my own hairdryer in my haste to get in bed with her. 

Opening the door to the bedroom I looked out at a transformed room. The lights were all off. Except for a few scented candles lit here and there, it was now completely dark in the apartment. I could see Ruthy's eyes glowing back at me from her normal spot on the dresser. A soft blanket covered the bed . . . at least where Keeley wasn't lounging on it in a dark gray two piece negligee set. A bottle of massage oil and a few small towels were on the nightstand. 

Not sure what I was supposed to do . . . I just stood there . . . with my slowly swelling erection telegraphing my real feelings to Keeley.

"You did me so well the first night I was here . . . the least I can do is try to return the favor."

Not sure of the proper response . . and clearly unused to such attentions . . . I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. As I started to speak, Keeley brought her own finger to her lips. I got the message. First she complains I don't talk enough . . then that I talk too much . . . now I don't get to talk at all.

"No words. Pretend you are gagged. Can you do that?" She asked. "No blindfold. Can you keep your eyes shut? No bonds. Can you move only when you are told to?"

Her eyes looked at me intently. I knew what she was looking for. My reaction to her simple makeshift blindfold had scared and frightened her, badly. Hell! It had scared me too! I went to speak and she cut me off with a gesture. "You are mine to do with as I wish . . . until we wake up in the morning. Understand?"

Helplessly, I could only nod yes. We were both exhausted. How bad could this be?

"You're sure? This "night" can wait. I know I am asking a lot of you right now. You should have been to sleep hours ago. Honestly, are you ok with this . . . and my rules?"

I nodded yes again . . . and in response to my motion . . . my stiff cock nodded its assent as well.

Keeley laughed. "That's two votes yes . . and one vote no from the rest of your tired body. The ayes have it." She patted the middle of the blanket indicating I was to approach the bed and lie down. The gleam in her eyes made me wonder what she was really up to.

I stretched out along the bed . . . my tired muscles protesting their long ordeal over the last few days. I had tried to stay upbeat. I thought I had acted better than I had actually felt around her. Keeley must have seen through my attempts at deception somehow. 

Keeley moved off the edge of the bed. "We begin. Eyes closed. No talking. Hands were I place them. Your legs are tied, too. Agreed?" I nodded my head again as I closed my eyes. A slight rustling was all I heard. I guess she was removing her lingerie. Funny, I wouldn't have thought she would have bothered to put it on in the first place. Not her style . . . and no clothing could ever match her naked state . . . at least in my opinion anyway.

My guess was confirmed. I felt her smooth naked body straddle me and settle itself against my buttocks and upper thighs. Hands slick with warm massage oil began to work on my back and up to my shoulders. I moaned in relief as she used her thumbs to work along my spine. Her surprisingly strong hands worked their way across my shoulder blades and along my sore ribs. Just how sore they were I had forgotten, because of the constant pain in my shoulders. 

Keeley had a lot of stuff and it took all I had to move the heavier furniture pieces by myself. Macho bullshit I know . . . but I wanted to do it all myself . . . for lots of reasons. I had hurt more than my shoulders trying to lug everything out of there . . but my shoulders and neck were what still bothered me the most. My legs were always too tight so I was used to living with that. I struggled to turn my brain off and just enjoy this . . . but I couldn't. I didn't have it in me to accept this freely. I started to turn over and tell her that very same thing . . . when a stern voice reminded me. 

"No talking. No looking. No moving unless I say so. I know what you want to say and I am having none of it! Do you hear me!" 

The steel in her voice convinced me she was dead serious. I slowly nodded yes and meekly laid back down onto the the blanket.

"That's better. Much better." she cooed. "Relax . . . let me take care of you for once."

As she began to work on my shoulders, I somehow managed to do just that. The warm oil. Her soft but strong hands. The unfamiliar scent of the aromatherapy candles. My genuine stress and exhaustion. All of it conspired against me. 

I let someone care for me first for a change . . . without a thought or even a care if I would even return the favor . . . for the first time in a very, very, long time.

Slowly, Keeley worked all over my body. From the back of my neck down to my toes. I was almost startled when I heard her soft voice asking me to turn over. Groggily, I tried to comply and turn over on my back. She fussily tugged and urged me into just the right position on the bed. Again I felt her naked body . . . now slick itself in places with massage oil . . . lower itself on to my thighs. 

Keeley started with my chest and then my stomach. My shoulders and arms were next. My neck, face and temples were lightly massaged afterwards. Trailing her fingers down my abdomen I felt her move off and reverse her position. Now she straddle my stomach and I imagined I could feel more than just massage oil running out onto my body. Keeley was apparently enjoying this as much as I was. My cock leapt a bit at the thought and Keeley didn't fail to notice it.

"Down, boy! This is still my show!"

Her words eerily reminded me of Shelly's voice on the tape. Concentrating on that horrid thought, I was able to get my erection to subside. "Good! See . . . I knew you could do it," Keeley said as she began to work on my thighs. She wasn't doing it quite deep enough . . . but I could imagine that her hands were finally getting tired. It still felt wonderful anyway. 

As if she was reading my thoughts, she said, "I really don't understand how anyone can do this for a full hour or more." She redoubled her efforts as she sighed and began hitting the right spots deep enough again. Working her way down to my calves and ankles I felt her bare breasts against my legs occasionally. I struggled to keep control of my cock . . . but it was getting to be almost impossible to keep it from getting hard.

Just when I thought I was going to have to get a full erection or die screaming, Keeley gently moved off of me and onto the floor. I could hear her moving around a bit, but she rather quickly returned to the bed. I flinched a bit as I suddenly felt her hands on my wrists. "Shssssh . . . relax and let me have them." 

Keeley moved my hands up to the headboard. I heard something metallic wring out against the headboard. I flinched again but managed to hold myself still. Thoughts of Shelly's handcuffs flashed through my mind. "These are cuffed in place. Do you hear me?" Sounds rather like cuffs closing reached my ears to add to the realism. I nodded yes slowly. "They stay in place. Right?" I nodded again very gratefully . . . extremely glad that real cuffs hadn't been applied to my wrists. 

My muscles, relaxed from their long massage, felt wonderful. I heard more oil being poured from the bottle. Soft slick hands found my groin. Gently they began to rub the oil into all of my flesh down there. Keeley's voice seemed to whisper in my ear, "It's okay. Just let go and let it happen."

A gasp escaped my lips and my erection began to swell immediately. Quickly it was at half staff and then even more. Control I might have. . . but this had been an almost ridiculous test so far . . . even as tired as I was it had been a real struggle. 

I was so very glad Keeley had stopped fooling around and had gotten down to business. Men! We're all pigs at least some of the time. And I was feeling very piggish at the moment.

Keeley began a long series of bizzare, coordinated motions. Only upward pulling strokes on my cock while doing only downward strokes on my sack and balls. It was a unique feeling. My cock responded by finally reaching its full size. But I wanted to get off and what she was doing wasn't going to do the trick. Frustrated I started bucking my hips upwards. Keeley rubbed just the tip of my cock. I barely contained a yelp within my lips.

"Don't move! Keep your hips still!"

Not sure if that was going to even be possible . . . it was decided for me by a deliberate corkscrewing motion of my cockhead with her fingers. My overly sensitive glans shot what felt to be pain through my system. I nodded my head vigorously up and down in submission . . . but Keeley just repeated the motion again. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. A third such motion and I decided foolishly I wouldn't be able to stand a fourth. 

As she deliberately repeated the act again for the fourth time . . . my hands shook and trembled on the headboard. My eyes were squeezed tight. My lip was surely bloody by now. 

A fifth even slower rubbing around my engorged cockhead, actually froze me in place with pain. Tears of sorts welled in my eyes. What had happened to my sweet little angel of a girlfriend? At the feel of just her finger tips scraping continuously along the underside of the ridge of my cock head . . . I felt my whole body start to go into a kind of shock. I tossed my head back and forth and numbly moaned in pain. 

As Keeley continued to scratch even more of her fingernails along that sensitive ridge, I froze again for a moment. In a violent spasm I pulled against the headboard with all of my might. Even with the horrible leverage I had . . . and since my legs weren't really tied down . . . I ended up pulling all of Keeley's weight and my own to the top edge of the bed. 

Keeley's hands quickly returned to just the shaft and finally left my painfully throbbing cockhead alone. I was trembling in what amounted to serious pain and rage. My cock betrayed me by becoming as hard as steel again. Her hands finally fell into the rhythm that she had instinctively learned so quickly. A rhythm that I seemed to need to feel in order to get off with her. Tightening as hard as she could on my upstroke. Loosening, until it was almost ticklingly light as I pulled back away. 

I bucked up into her hands with a fury I hadn't felt in a long, long time. I felt her weight transfer itself around on my body . . . finally giving me something real to push against . . and her a bit more measure of control over my now pistoning hips. She began to push back against me at the top of my thrusts. Was that her hands mimicking a cunt in some strange way?

In my mind's eye I was pounding into Keeley's snatch as hard as I could. Nothing tender now. Just hard raw sex . . . stripped of all pretense . . . of all of it's niceties. I could dimly hear Keeley moaning as she struggled to meet my thrusts . . . to keep controlling my hips with any degree of success at all.

The image in my mind was of Keeley on top and facing me . . . forced to ride me and utterly helpless to stop me . . . it flashed through my mind over and over. I was picturing her breasts in motion before me. Their nipples dark and full. I imagined her face in a battle to show both pain and ecstasy at the same time. Her long dark red hair whipping back and forth as she tossed her head in rhythm with my thrusts. 

Slowly I lost control and began the final assault on the woman in my mind. I pulled against the headboard and felt it creak as I used it to help power my hips upwards into Keeley. Over and over I did my best to go deep. As deep as I could within her tightening cunt. I pounded into the back of her and I knew I was hurting her. Her small body was no match for either my length, width or savagery. A cry almost escaped my lips as the first shot of my come erupted out of me. I felt it land on my chest and body.


Something about that didn't seem right to me . . . but I was too far gone to even care to try and figure it out.

All I knew was I had to push as hard as I could into Keeley. To make her pay for something. Whatever that something was eluded my lust and rage clouded mind. Spurt after spurt flew out of me. Eventually they stopped landing on my chest and were landing somewhere else. I frankly didn't care. As the thrusts finally slowed and my balls emptied out the very last of themselves . . . I began to recover my wits just a little bit.

My chest heaved. My limbs shook in tremors. Complete exhaustion seemed to rule my body. I groaned in pain and pleasure as my whole groin seemed to remain on fire. My cock softened and slipped out of Keeley's cunt. A sudden pang shook me as I realized what I had just done to the woman I loved.

Before I could open my eyes to see the damage I had caused . . . or open my mouth to cry out for forgiveness . . . I felt one of Keeley's hands cover my eyes and the other one my mouth. I was still breathing heavily and could barely get enough air through my nose. 

"Shsssssss. It's alright. Keep quiet and keep your eyes closed. Please?"

It wasn't an order. It wasn't a request. Just a statement of need/preference given in that strange voice she used sometimes. My heart ached in wonder and worry . . . but I nodded yes. Only after I had nodded my assent did I feel her hands leave my lips. The second hand left my eyes only after I didn't immediately break my word by speaking out despite my promise.

Both hands then reached up and gently pried my still shaking hands from the headboard. 

"I am going to have to pad those posts with something if we keep this up!" 

Her voice was light and amused, if a bit out of breath. Slowly she rubbed life and circulation back into my hands. I winced a bit in pain as she lowered them back down to my sides. I felt again that wonderful sensation as she laid full length along my body. Her weight a perfect match for my body's need to be held and pressed up against.

"Hold me. Just hold me for awhile. But keep your eyes closed. Please?"

Again that strange quality in her voice kept me willingly compliant. I raised my tired arms and placed them around her. I tenderly pulled her even closer to me. I hugged her a bit harder . . . drawing our bodies gently and even tighter together. The gentle firm pressure she responded with made me feel I was actually melding her body into mine.

Besides wanting to hold her so very badly . . . I also needed the time to sort things through. I needed the time to even begin to think about what I should say to her. I was totally at a loss for words.

"Just relax. Don't think. Everything is ok. They are more than ok. Trust me. Just enjoy the moment."

Mindreading witch! . . . I thought ungratefully. 

Then I did just what she asked. I felt my body relax and all sorts of sensations struggled for dominance. Pain. Joy. Pleasure. Guilt. Trust. Betrayal. Exhaustion. Worry. And the winner seemed to be absolute satisfaction. 

I was empty in a way I don't think I had ever remembered being before. If all the girls in Hef's mansion suddenly paraded themselves naked in front of me . . . I was sure my cock wouldn't be able stir a bit. I tried to give myself an experimental twitch down there and nothing happened. That was a new experience for me. I could ALWAYS get it back up quickly. 

Even if I knew I wouldn't be able to come myself . . . I always managed to at least get it hard enough to enter a warm, willing and able partner . . . if I had one in my arms.

And Keeley certainly fit that bill in my mind. 

She still hadn't come yet and I was just laying there like a louse. Damned if I was going to let that happen on my watch! Old faithful down there might be letting me down for the first time since the night I'd found out my ex had cheated on me. But dammit! I still had a tongue and ten fingers that could do the job just as well . . . if I really needed them to. I gamely went to stir myself out from beneath Keeley's weight when she finally spoke again.




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 05



"Silly boy! I've come twice . . or was it three times . . . already. I'm as tired as you are. Let me be!"

With those words we both felt my cock apologetically leap to life again.

"Damn you! I'm serious!"

I mumbled a few words purposefully incoherently. "Oh bother. Fine, fine, fine. Alright. You're uncuffed, unblindfolded and ungagged. Better?" Keeley said peevishly. I opened my eyes to the dimly lit room and said to her softly.

"What on god's green earth did you actually do to me . . . and why ever fore?"

"If I tell you . . . will you . . . will you let me go to sleep!?!?!" 

Was she serious?

"Yes, my tired little princess . . I will . . . but if you don't explain this instant . . . I'll get it up again and pound you into submission for real this time, see?"

"As if you could get it up after the come you just had."

I was beginning to get seriously annoyed at her by now. Well, we will just have to see about that won't we, I thought to myself. Keeley jumped as she felt my erection begin to respond to my nasty thoughts. I imagined all I was going to have to do to her to finally make her talk. I wanted some real answers and I wanted them now!

Startled out of her post orgasmic reverie . . . she felt my cock harden even more. She flinched as she felt it begin to poke its way up upwards all by itself. It was trying to find her pussy . . . despite her pushing her full weight against it trying to trap it in place. When she felt my hands grip her shoulders and my legs wrap around hers pinning her in place . . . she stiffened up in response. She finally got the message that I . . . and my cock, too . . . weren't kidding.

"I never, EVER joke about such things, remember!" 

My first good look at Keeley's face since I had laid down on the blanket was priceless.

"My god! I do believe you WOULD and COULD do just that. Damn me if I can figure out how you've gotten that monster hard again though!" The smile she gave me was worth everything that all of my posturing had just cost me.

Keeley slipped off of me and lay beside me. My cock leapt upwards in sudden freedom . . . but I felt the pang of loss as she left my embrace. She settled in place beside me, but not even touching me. She looked away from my eyes and just stared at the ceiling. Then she began to simply talk herself through it. 

"I had to know. I just had to know. I wasn't sure if you could get angry enough at me to hurt me. Hurt me like I am going to NEED you to sometimes. If I could actually provoke you into it at all. Then I worried that once you were mad enough . . . you'd treat me just like Ex. If I managed to push you over the edge . . . the real you wouldn't come back to me. I'd lose you to it. But your hands never left the headboard. Your eyes stayed closed. You kept your lips shut."

"I have never heard, seen or felt anything like it . . . I came once just from watching your face," she admitted.

"Then I moved around so I could see your face even better. My hands never left your cock but I slid down and put my pussy against one of your legs. Like I did it the night before . . . and that got me going again pretty quick. I came once like that, too. After you finally started coming, I moved up to try and cover your cock head with my mouth. I missed the first few spurts . . . but I got the rest . . . everywhere I could put them. I thought you came a lot the other night . . . but that was nothing compared with this."

"I came the last time just from tasting your come. Did you know that? Just from that and nothing else. I've never done that before. I didn't even know that was even possible for me."

"Then I saw your face as you began to come to your senses. You were so worried that you had actually been inside of me and hurt me there. I almost couldn't stand it. I had known better. But still I had forced you to react instinctively. Primitively. Like some kind of animal."

"But a part of you never really lost total control. I really think now . . . that as far as I am concerned at least . . . you will never, never, ever cross over that ultimate line."

"You will go to the very edge of really hurting me . . . take me exactly where I need to go . . . just because I ask you to do it. And only because I'd ask you to do it. I know now that you will come back to me afterwards. You will return to who you genuinely are. The way I need you to be . . . but for those very few moments I am ruled by my weakness . . . my shame."

"I'll always be safe with you, right?" She pleaded to know.

"That was a horrible risk you took. It was a close thing . . . closer than you know . . . closer than I ever want you to know. You get me drunk . . . you somehow get me drugged . . . all bets are off." I said quietly. 

"I know that now."

"That was a cruel thing to do to me, especially right now. But in a way I am grateful to you for it. I remember now that last time I felt that out of control while having sex. That angry. That totally drained afterwards. That was the night I finally kicked MY ex out for good. I haven't ever really let myself go since then. Not once. Either to allow someone else to please me unconditionally . . . or to let myself and all of my . . . well, er, all of my emotions loose . . . and just let it all go."

"You gave me both of those experiences in the very same night. Deep down I didn't think I'd EVER feel either one of them ever again. Both of those extremes were something I could never safely allow myself to unleash . . . to never feel . . . to never feel that way with anyone I cared for ever again."

Keeley sobbed lightly and turned over and buried her head in my chest. My arms cradled her tenderly. Nothing was said for a very long while. Nothing needed to be said. After her crying spell had left her, Keeley kept her head so deeply buried against my chest that I could barely hear her speaking. 

"This was something we both neededto feel . . . sooner rather than later. Do you understand that now? Can you forgive me for tricking you into it so soon? I felt so very strongly that if you had even a few more days to recover . . . it would have been impossible for me to push you over that edge." 

Her voice grew a little bit stronger. 

"I would lose the chance, forever, to get you to understand that part of me. We'd never make it together if you didn't find a way to unleash that part of yourself. It would rip us apart if you couldn't make yourself do that to me of your own free will. You'd never allow someone else to hurt me in that way. A part of me that I NEED in order to be who I really am would have gone unfullfilled. Part of ME would have slowly died . . . and that would have killed our relationship."

Keeley held on to me tighter, as if she was trying to will me to come to an understanding of what she was saying. 

"Even getting you to accept me being completely devoted to you . . . that was beyond you before tonight. Admit it! You are just so selfless at times. A simple backrub. Just a simple everyday backrub. If I hadn't made you promise to obey me first . . . you would have denied that for yourself. But don't you realize that you would have denied me giving it to you as well? I need to give that deeply to you sometimes. That side is a part of me too! It's the other side of the coin. Its that balance you are always talking about."

Keeley stirred again and almost raised her head up to look me in the eyes. Almost but not quite.

"You're just too strong inside normally. I couldn't have ever broken you down unless you were already hurt so badly and so very exhausted at the same time. Never got you to accept both sides of me. To accept both sides of yourself. It was now or never for us . . . and you just couldn't see it. You were going to wait until I was healed up weeks from now. This is the time for us . . . and only us. Later there will be too much going on for us to work all of this out honestly. I had to do it now before it was too late."

"But it was so cruel. So very cruel. I tried yesterday. I put the blindfold on you. Something happened to you inside and it felt like you were dying. It felt like I was killing you. It was my pain you were feeling wasn't it? Something I don't understand yet . . . but you do?"

I nodded yes . . . and she felt me do so.

"I don't know what this is going to cost us. This path I've chosen. What I NEED to do. I'll hurt myself doing it. My being hurt will be even worse for you somehow. You know I am going to dance. You know what it's going to cost me. And you'll feel my pain even more than your own?"

I nodded yes again.

"But you will go through it anyway. You'll be reliving everything all over again. Your ex-wife. Janie. All the other people you tried to help and feel you failed somehow? You are going to have to watch me go through that for myself."

"That's something you swore to yourself you'd never go through again. For anybody. For any reason. But you are going to do it anyway. All because you love me. All because . . . despite what it will cost us both . . . its the only way we'll have a chance to be really happy in the end."

"The only real way for us to be together is to go through this?"

I just nodded.

"Tonight was neccesary. Do you believe that now? I didn't do it to betray your trust in me. I did it because we both needed to see that side of each other. We had to do it now and not later. I almost couldn't do it though."

"But I had to be the one that set it up.You will need me to do somethings for us because you just can't bring yourself to do them. You know you will have to do other things for me . . . because I'll be too paralized with fear or pain to do them for myself."

I spoke for the first time in a long time. My voice was even and steady . . . not at all like I was feeling on the inside.

"It's because despite what we look like on the outside . . . we both are cripples in our own way. Only together do we have a chance to do more than just survive. Only together will we have a chance to be happy. We are both one of the walking wounded . . . but we are just too proud to give up and die . . . not while even the slightest chance for real healing exists."

Keeley groaned and buried her head back into my chest again. She spoke between sobs.

"You have been waiting for me so very patiently. For all of this time. I was afraid. So very afraid. Afraid to leave Ex. Afraid to trust you. Afraid to trust myself. It seems that everything I did by waiting . . . just made things worse for you. For me. For us. I know I took a terrible chance tonight. You could have really hurt me tonight if I had guessed wrong."

"You could have hit me. You could have raped me. You are so very strong you could have almost killed me and not even been aware of that you were doing it. If you had so much as bruised me . . . you would have blamed yourself forever. I would've lost you to the sheer guilt you'd feel about it. You would have never trusted me again . . . or yourself when we would make love. You would never be able to truly come with me again."

Keeley sobbed again as she finished, "I should have told you what I was going to do before I did it. I'm sorry. So very sorry."

I held on to her tightly and said, "You did the right thing. The right thing for both of us. The only thing you could have done if this is going to work. I was so busy trying to help you in the near future . . . I wasn't looking at what you needed now. What we both needed right now. What we needed to do right here in the present. That's a serious fault of mine. It's not going to get much better I am afraid. Call it a character flaw."

Keeley looked into my face and said, "So you forgive me for tonight. You really understand? I need to know that you forgive me. Please?"

I held her gaze with a deth and ferocity she had never seen from me before. "You won't ever push my limits of rage like that again . . . or purposefully allow anyone else to do so."

The words escaped my lips with the finality of some ancient doom. Almost like a curse from another age. I had a strange voice of my own sometimes. I felt an unkind shiver race through her body.

"Never again . . . for any reason . . . or let anyone else attempt to do so either. I promise with all that I am or hope to be."

I reached for her face and pulled her up to mine. The look in her eyes told me everything I would ever need to know about her.

"I love you so much . . . your forgiven if I am . . . ok?"

Her voice caught in her throat. "Forgiven." She kissed my lips and said, "I love you, too!"

Suddenly turning over on her side she placed her back against me. After snuggling into place, she reached for my hand to place between it her breasts.

"You really came three times?" I asked. "Three times? If it was only two I can do something about that you know?" I made my cock twitch against her backside.

She groaned. A hand reached down to her pussy and wet her fingers there. She brought it to my face and placed them between my lips. I sucked them gently clean for her. 

"Proof enough for you! And tell that monster down there to go to sleep. If you can actually get thing up again later . . . I'll take care of him in the morning. Now let me SLEEP!"

"Yes, my little princess, and sleep well."

But before I let her . . . I kissed her gently all over her face . . . cleaning her eyelids, cheeks, chin and lips with wet little kisses. Finally I gave her a long, deep tongue probing kiss. We both gasped as we came up for air. When she finally caught her breath . . . she turned her face away from me in a huff. But her hand did reach for mine and tenderly placed it between her breasts as she fell asleep.

Finally . . . we could build something real between us. Tonight we had cleared off all of the old rubble of our past relationships. We had made a new foundation for us both to share and build anew upon.

Tomorrow would be the new beginning that we would create together.



Not Exactly What He Had in Mind!



She murmured a breathless assent. ANYTHING to get off this edge he had kept her on for far too long. How did he suddenly know what exactly to do to her. She was so close and needed some relief. He promised and then put the ball gag on. He tightened the straps tightly against the back of her head. No amount of rubbing or squirming would get it to dislodge it from her mouth. It made her uncomfortable. It made her feel even less in control than normal. Always before if Ex had gone to far she had been able to TALK him into stopping to tease her. To let her finally come in a loud noisy orgasm and collapse in exhaustion. 

Her voice was the only thing that had stopped him from going too far before . . . and now she couldn't speak!

He whispered to her to try and break free if she could. Her struggles revealed that she had gained some movement and he quickly pulled her tight against her restraints. He removed the spreader bar from her ankles and tightened the ropes to open her legs as wide as possible. It was the tightest she had ever allowed him to tie her down. She admitted to herself she was more than just a little bit afraid.

Ex asked he if she was ready to feel him inside of her. She nodded yes violently. She could feel him get off of the bed but still couldn't see anything. The candles were scented ones and she thought she could see just a bit more light and heard more of them being placed on the two nightstands.

The volume of music went up just a bit more . . . she thought to cover any noises that she might make through her gag. Ex and Shelly quickly whispered to each other. Shelly went down on Keeley once more.. She placed one and then two fingers inside of her while she licked firmly on her clit. Keeley shuddered and almost began to seem to vibrate against her restraints. Thrash as she might none of them gave. When the fingers and mouth withdrew she bucked helplessly upwards deperately trying to make contact again.

Shelly mimed talking towards Keeley and Ex seemed to understand. He whispered how big he was getting. How hard he was making himself for her. How he was more excited than ever before. That he was going to TAKE her like she had never been taken before. His voice came in ragged gasps between curious grunts. She imagined him stroking himself while looking at her helpless body.

What was really happening was that Shelley had gone down on Ex and was deep throating him. From tip to balls in deep deliberate strokes. He placed his hands on her head in attempt to fuck her face and she slapped them off. Stung he lifted them away and did not try that again.

Keeley was truly beside herself. It had been almost an hour since Ex had first started to go down on her after she had been tied to the bed. She made as loud as noise as she could through the gag to get Ex's attention back on to his promise. Shelley abruptly went all the way down once more on Ex's cock and withdrew trailing spit all over it. Leading him by his balls she drew him to the edge of the bed. He climbed up on to the bed and placed the large pillow Shelly handed him under Keeley hips. This gave him a much better angle . . .and also served to stretch her bonds even tighter. 

If she couldn't move, see or be heard before . . . now Keeley was actually as helpless as she was feeling!

Shelly grabbed Ex's cock and pulled him down to Keeley. She slowly rubbed the head around Keeley's pussy lips. First putting slight pressure on the surrounding flesh. The heat coming off both of their bodies felt good to Shelly. Then she lightly stroked the tip of his cock down the length of her friend's dripping cunt. Shelly thought Keeley's hole looked more like her own cunt now. So swollen and oh so sensitive. Shelly played with her own cunt with her left hand and slowly used her right to continue rubbing the cock head up and down along the outside of Keeley's nether lips. 

With a shudder Keeley's lips parted just a bit and the tip slipped inside.

Both Ex and Keeley shudder in expectation. Shelley got behind and grasped Ex's hips and slowly pushed him forward into her. Slowly his full length entered her. When she had pushed him as far forward as he could go she placed her full weight against his buttocks and held him there. He was pushed against Keeley tightly and he could see the bonds holding her in place tighten. He moved to pull back and found he couldn't. For an excruciatingly long several minutes of eternity he was held down. His pubic bone grinding against Keeley's engorged clit. He could feel her struggle. He could hear here moaning into the gag. Begging him to please start moving.

He was about to speak when Shelly pulled off of him and and he drew almost all the way out. Just before the tip of his cock came out Shelly pushed him forward again and held him in place. He couldn't say anything for fear of Keeley hearing him. Finally, Shelly slowly drew him back and slammed him back down. Keeley moaned in a combination of both pain and pleasure. Shelly drew him back faster this time and fairly well slammed into him. The rhythm got faster and faster as he could feel Shelly get on to the bed with him. 

Now he was moving faster of his own accord. He felt a strange sensation as Shelly moved behind him on her knees and started pushing with him. He could clearly feel the leather strapon harness against him. The dildo that was the same size as his cock was slapping against his legs in time with their combined thrusts. He was just thinking nervously that she might try to place the dildo inside of him when she startled him by whispering in his ear. "Get her close and then let me take over!"

He was excited by the idea. Keeley probably still didn't know that Shelly was in the room. Together they thrust harder and harder against her. Keeley's breathe grew ragged and Ex was steadily losing control. The dildo against his leg moved up and was placed flat against his back. He could feel it warming up as it rubbed against him. 

Shelly wrapped her left hand around his face and covered his mouth and said, "Come for me! Come now!" 

She slipped her fingers, wet from her own juices, into his mouth. It sent him over the edge as he tasted her musky flavor. He shudder and erupted into Keeley. Violently he thrust into her as he emptied the contents of his swollen balls into her. Jet after jet of sticky fluid filled her up. It kept going and going. He was starting to black out a bit from the intensity of it all. Keeley was verging on crying, that was how close she was to coming.

She could feel him spurt deep inside of her. She could feel him desperately push his cock deep into her cunt as possible . . . trying to get it as close as he could to her cervix. So very close to it but never ever quite touching it. She felt herself slipping over the edge when Ex suddenly pulled out of her. She SCREAMED in frustration as loud as she could into the ball gag. But it was no use! He seemed to move around the bed trying to get into a better position. Suddenly he re-entered her and plunged deeper than he ever had before. He seemed to catch a second wind and pounded her relentlessly. 

FINALLY, his cock nudged into her cervix for it's very first time and she exploded in a wild orgasm!

The thrusting continued unabated as she shivered through the biggest orgasm of her life. It wracked her in deep trembling waves starting at one end of her body and traveling back an forth to the other like lightening. Her whole body seemed to go numb and tingly at the same time. Still the pounding continued. She wondered how Ex could ever be getting the strength to keep up this mad reckless pace. But she was cresting on a wave she never wanted to get off of.

Ex was actually off the bed and over at the drinks tray. He watched enthralled as his dancer girlfriend was getting pounded by her coworker with a six inch dildo . . . so very close to his own in size and girth. If he hadn't just come so hard he would be getting hard again at the sight. He reached down and grabbed his own glass from the tray. He knew it was his because it had slightly less in it from his big sip earlier. He quickly drained it and refilled it from the pitcher. 

He walked over to the bed to get a better view and to see Keeley's face up close. He had the other glass in his hand and brought it into Shelly's view. She looked strangely at him and at the glass for a moment and then smiled and mouthed "Wait" to him. The tight leather harness was rubbing against her own clit wonderfully. She wanted so much to come just as Keeley massive orgasm finished. 

She wanted to pound her for just a few more precious strokes afterwards for her own selfish pleasure. To make Keeley worried that the pounding thrusts would continue well after her orgasm ceased to make them pleasurable. To feel the restraints tighten and pull against her abused skin. A foreshadowing of pain to come when she was finally released. To feel the certainty of the bruises to come. To feel ashamed and be willing to go through it all again to just to re-reach the heights she had just come down from.

As Keeley breath struggled to come through her nose . . . as her breasts heaved up and down trying to get more air into her lungs . . . Shelly felt the first signs of panic begin within Keeley's body!

Shelly pulled out her strapon to the very tip and drove back into her with a stroke that was as hard ANY Keeley had gotten anytime that night. Again and again she pushed as deep as she could into the redhead's pale and bruising flesh. She felt her own delicious orgasm crest with Keeley struggles. A last brutal push and she held pressure against Keeley's cervix. A last reluctant orgasmic shudder struggled through them both.

Carefully Shelly looked over at Ex. He had sat down on the floor in stunned silence. His cock clearly wilting from the second orgasm he had just had from just watching the girls both come at the same time. From just the sights, sounds and smells of that brutal climax. His eyes were also a little glassy from the effect of the drug in his drink. Carefully Shelly pulled her life-like dildo out of Keeley's pussy. She got off the bed and went to retrieve her own drink from Ex's hand before he dropped it.

Assured that Ex was well along in the drug now she carefully went back to the edge of the bed and loosened the restraints just a little. She removed the ball gag from Keeley's mouth to let her breathe easier . . . but kept the blindfold firmly in place. She also removed the pillow from underneath Keeley's hips and felt the soaked sheets underneath with her hand. She brought it to her nose and lips and almost swooned in the pleasure from the smell and the taste of it.

Keeley moaned and she struggled to recover from the biggest . . . and most painful . . . orgasm she had ever had!

She hoarsely ask Ex for something to drink. All she could do was whisper because she had screamed into the gag so much. Good thing Ex had thought of it. The cops would surely have busted the door down if the neighbors had heard her scream for that long. At least they had thoughtfully moved the wrought iron headboard away from the wall. The first time they had made love in the new place the neighbors had complained to the management. At least they hadn't pounded the headboard against the wall like a drum this time.

She could hear Ex moving around the room preparing something. Finally a cool glass of some fruity mixed drink was placed against her lips. She drank a lot of it . . . and would have drunk more . . but it was taken away too soon.

She started to speak but a soft finger was placed against her lips shushing her. She relaxed into the soft bed and fervently wished that the restraints would be removed. Feeling was working its way back into her fingers and toes . . . and it wasn't too pleasant. She longed to rub them. To soothe them. She also worried that the restraints had bruised her delicate white skin. 

This had been fun . . . but if she was too bruised and banged up she wouldn't be able to work. Her work had a strict policy about such things. You could have all sorts of piercing everywhere in the oddest places . . . and be tattooed from head to toe . . . but look like your boyfriend had just beat you up and you were out of there! Well at least until the bruises didn't show anymore. Makeup could only cover so much . . . and dancers had a lot of skin to cover!

In fact, Shelley had shown up one time bruised around the ankles and her wrists so bad she was off work for two weeks. That was actually why she was living with them right now. Shelly's boyfriend had seen the bruises and knew he hadn't done them. The fight those two had about it was something awful. Shelly and her sugar daddy had stayed together for a few more weeks . . . but as soon as Shelly healed and could go back to work . . . she had begged Keeley to let her stay in their apartment for awhile.

That drink had felt good . . but she was a little fuzzy now . . . what's going on with me!

Keeley could breathe easy now. Her heart rate had slowed back down, but she was anxious to get these things off of her and go to bed. She didn't mind going to bed with the huge load of come Ex had dumped into her. She would shower in the morning. She heard and felt the bed creak at the same moment. She was a little fuzzier but she hoped that it was Ex finally coming to release her.

Keeley felt Ex working on the straps on her legs. Was he tightening them or loosening them. It was so hard to tell right now. Suddenly she felt soft short hair around her legs. What was he doing? She felt a shock as a pair of lips kissed her there. Right THERE! She couldn't believe it! So many times she had asked him to go down on her afterwards . . . and the pig would always refuse. A tentative lick between her folds made her moan. YES!

But it stopped! There was movement on the bed again. Ex was close to her face. Maybe he wanted her to suck his cock hard again. That was NOT what she wanted to do! She knew what she wanted and had shyly asked for it so many times. She had done a LOT of things she really hated in order to get him to agree to do it. And he always went back on his promise.

Suddenly she felt something on her lips . . . and it wasn't his cock!

She recognized the feel and smell of the ball gag again. GOOD idea! If she came as hard as she did earlier they would get thrown out of the complex! She readily accepted the ball gag again. Felt it tighten even tighter again. There was no need for that she wanted to say. She knew she needed it now. She actually wanted it now. It gave her a queer kind of freedom. But the gag was on tighter than before anyway and she found herself breathless in anticipation. 

She didn't care if he wasn't talking. Probably too embarrassed to talk about what he was about to do. She was finally going to feel what Shelly had told her about so many times before. To feel her boyfriends tongue lick her out afterwards. He would finally know how she felt when he pulled out of her cunt and put his cock back into her mouth. She loved come. His wasn't the best tasting mind you . . . but mixed with her own juices . . . she LOVED it!

Ex was back at her hips again. Slowly kissing his way delicately down to her sex. When he first placed a light kiss on the very top of her clit she almost came right then. Ex seemed to understand and shifted her downwards to tighten the restraints on her arms. The pain helped bring her down a bit. And then it happened!

She felt Ex's tongue lick between her folds and begin to lick their combined juices out of her!

It felt so good! It felt so wonderful! So intimate. She never thought Ex would do this. Deeper and deeper the tongue probed. Her head swam with sensations. A finger was added to scoop out more come. Deeper and deeper it probed. Curving slightly upward. She felt a strange sensation. She knew what it was. It was her G-spot. Ex must have been reading her old Cosmo's or something. She already knew it didn't do for her what they claimed it did for other women. But it was still nice. As tired and fuzzy as she was it would get her right over the edge. That it surely would!

Suddenly the finger withdrew and the mouth covered her whole sex. It was like Ex was trying to drain her dry! It felt so good and suddenly it stopped too! She felt fingers again. She could smell some sort of flavored lube in the air. First one finger went in. Then two fingers went in. The bed moved again and she felt the index finger of Ex's other hand enter her with the others already inside of her.

A fourth finger entered her and she felt them stretch her cunt lips gently . . . then more firmly . . . then all the way so very wide open!

She must look like the Grand Canyon down there! The fingers were removed but her cunt seemed to stay open of its own accord. The bed moved again and she could feel Ex getting between her legs. Eating her out afterwards must have gotten him hard again. Usually he was only good for one time a night. She knew Shelly's boyfriend always did her at least twice . . . sometimes three times. She was so jealous of that. One orgasm for her wasn't enough. Especially after dancing for customers all night had gotten her so horny.

Finally, Ex seemed to be ready. He was between her legs and fingering her clit so well. He seem to know exactly how much pressure to place on it. Exactly how move it slowly back and forth just the way she would do herself in the shower in the mornings. She was going to get off FIRST! And then he was going to fuck her! She leaned back hard against the restraints. Bucking upwards on to the hand that was pressing against her clit! She was coming! It felt so good to come first! She also knew she might come quickly for a third time when he entered her. Her second orgasm of the night was crashing around her and the suddenly knowledgeable finger just kept her going. She pushed and moaned trying to tell Ex to enter her NOW! But still the finger kept her rolling at the peak of her orgasm. 

She screamed hard into her gag over and over as she almost passed out with pleasure!

Then she was starting to come down. Ex had missed it! The perfect time to send her back up to the top again. She almost moaned at him in frustrated disappointment! Then she felt him move forward . . . and she quickly realized it wasn't a cock poised at her entrance. It was big! Really big! Like one of those monster dildoes Shelly had shown her once . . . the one time they went to an Adult bookstore after work one night.

She had told Shelly that she didn't think anyone could take one of those monsters!

But that's exactly what was happening to her right now! The pressure increased greatly. It was soft and she knew her cunt lips . . . well slathered in strawberry lube she now realized . . . were compressing the soft latex dildo down as it passed into her. She could feel it expanding back wider to its original girth after it passed deep inside of her. Slowly more and more of the monster was filling her up.

Just how big was this thing that Ex was forcing into her!

Finally she could feel it stop at the entrance to her cervix. Her body spasmed in a curious mixture of pain, pleasure, desire and worry. It drew back just a little. Then the same thing happened as before. It was pulled all the way out and slammed back hard . . . and stayed there pressing up into her cervix. The pressure building up intensely. Ex wouldn't move it. It was too much! Then it was slowly moving out again . . . and then all the way so very hard in to the max again. Always pressing there right up against her limits!

The same rhythm built again. Over and over she whimpered into the ball gag. She pulled and was pushed in turn against her restraints. Right at the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. A mixture she now knew she needed. That she must have. But not always mind you!




Not Exactly What He Had in Mind!



But when she needed it again . . . she would HAVE to have it! At ALL costs!

A finger found her clit again, just as she was reaching her limit of pain. It played expertly along her stretched skin and finally locked in on the perfect spot. Joy flooded through her. She screamed loudly into her ball gag. She was helpless. Nothing would stop her in the throes of this wonderful feeling. The finger pressed again a few more times against her clit just to make sure she was well and over the edge . . . and then it was removed. But that didn't matter to her now. That wonderful finger and the huge dildo had done their job well. 

She felt the bed shift and the monster inside of her take a slightly different angle and her body warped with pleasure!

She felt two hands reach forward and begin to loosen the blindfold. The dildo shifted again obscenely inside her. Slowly . . . so slowly the blindfold was coming off. She was still at the peak of her orgasm when it finally came all the way off . . .

. . . and in the dim light she saw that it was Shelly who was fucking her with that monster between her legs!

But her shock was too late. Even though so many tiny little details slammed back into focus and meaning . . . her own body had control of her now. Shelly's large breasts swung backwards and forwards in time with her thrusts. The huge latex dildo filled her completely . . . emptied her out again . . . and rocked her world loose as it slammed into the back of her cunt again. 

Shelly was relentless. She wouldn't stop. Her eyes had captured hers and wouldn't let go. Keeley couldn't look away. Slowly Keeley felt herself beginning to blackout while still on the edge of ultimate pleasure. Her last sight as she finally broke Shelly's gaze and her head turned was of Ex slumped over on the floor . . . handcuffed and naked . . dead to the world in a drugged stupor.

When some vague sense of consciousness came back to her she could tell she was free of her restraints. But her body still wouldn't respond to her anymore than had when she was tied up. She now knew that she herself had been drugged. That she had been used in every hole she had by that impossibly large dildo. And she knew that Shelly had done it all to her. 

And she was VERY afraid she knew why!

Shelly's wryly smiling face swam into view. She was dressed and ready to go. All her stuff was packed and in their bedroom doorway. She seemed to be talking, but Keeley couldn't quite understand her. Shelly pointed to Ex on the floor . . . still out of it . . . and still handcuffed. Lots of interesting words seemed to be scrawled all over his body in permanent marker.

Finally Keeley could focus on Shelly and understand her. Shelly seemed to recognize that fact and started over talking to her again. 

It was EX who had tied Shelly up and fucked her so badly that she got bruises from the restraints. They had been carrying on for a while now . . . but one night they had both got so drunk that things had gotten way out of hand. This had happened on a night Keeley had worked but Shelly had called into work sick. Shelly and her magic bag had rented a suite at a local hotel and Ex had met her there. The bruises Ex had left on her couldn't be explained away. She was off work for weeks and because of what Ex had done to her she eventually lost her sugar daddy over it.

Ex was the real reason Shelly had come to live with them in the first place!

Ex deserved to be punished for what he had done . . . and because Shelly regarded herself as a true bitch . . . she thought that I had to be punished as well. She explained that I needed to wake up. That if I was going to stay in this business I either had to: 

A) Learn to go without a sex

B) Learn to please myself completely

C) Swallow my pride . . . and hangups about women . . . and take advantage of what the other horny dancers at the club freely offered or . . .

D) Find a nice guy that understands the business and can really handle it.

Shelly said the method that she thought would probably work for me best was a combination of all of the above!

But I had to learn how to spot the guys that would just take advantage of me NOW. That's the only way I was going to get my college debts paid off and eventually get out of this business. Like she was doing right now. She said she was taking whatever money was in the house . . . along with her own considerable nest egg. She would leave me just enough for me to get by on . . . provided I did without the leech here draining me. She gave EX a quick kick in the groin for emphasis. 

Even in his unconscious state Ex seemed to felt that!

She said the drug would wear off quickly enough. She wrote a number on a piece of paper and left it on the nightstand . . . next to the keys to Ex's handcuffs. Her hard eyes actually seemed to grow soft for a moment. 

"I didn't do all of this to just punish you. I did it to make you feel everything you have been missing. If you are with someone you trust . . . it always feels good when you make love. Not earth shattering every single time. But at least good. Like he cares about you . . . and you care for him. All Ex was doing was using you and you know it. Its ok to give part of yourself to someone . . . even if that part makes you feel as if you are losing control."

"You KNOW that now! You have felt it at least once, now! The trick is to give that kind of power to the RIGHT person and ONLY the right person!"

Her eyes grew stern again . . . even as her body seemed to thrill to a new kind of pleasure. 

"That phone number is MY Ex's new cell phone number. Get your things packed. Get them ready to go. Call a friend you can trust to come by and pickup you and your things. Stay there with them for a while. Those bruises won't heal for a long, long time. You won't able to work for at least a month. Call it a funny kind of gift from me. Use your time wisely. You have a degree . . . get a job . . . or go back to dancing for a while on YOUR terms! No one else's . . you HEAR me!"

An actual REAL smile came over her face. "Or I'll come back and really beat some sense into you!"

With that she grabbed her bags and walked out the door . . . but as she was leaving she turned her head back and laughed out at me!

"The magic bag is yours . . use its contents wisely . . . and have fun with it . . . BOTH of you!"

After a moment, Keeley slowly got up and packed her things . . . including the magic suitcase full of all sorts of unknown adult goodies. Then she made two phone calls. The first was to Shelly's still very irate ex-sugar daddy . . . who promised to be over right away to take matters with Ex into his own hands . . . so to speak.

The second phone was to of all people . . . ME! 

That's how I know this story so well. That and because I understand that ALL men are pigs some of the time . . . but that most men are not pigs all of the time. A few however ARE pigs ALL of the time!

Because I knew that . . . and that Ex had turned into the 24/7 kind of pig . . . I knew that Ex had planned well ahead and videotaped EVERYTHING that happened that night. Probably from several different camera angles even! It didn't take me long to find his nest of cameras and equipment. AND his stash of old tapes of every girl he had been with. There were things on there he would NEVER EVER want to see the light of day. 

Shelly was one incredibly creative and vindictive girl. I wouldn't ever want to get HER seriously mad at me. Which is just one additional reason I treat Keeley so well to this day . . . because I still have a feeling that Shelly WILL be back someday.

Until then only we . . . and thankfully no one else . . . has a copy of that tape. We watch it occasionally to remind us of what really happened that night. And how far we have grown together as a couple now. And what a long strange trip it has been to get Keeley and myself . . . and our curious little corner of the world . . . back on the right track again!

But more on that next time! 

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