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To: Pet

By: HonorMac



It is afternoon… You are away from home, and I am asleep.

My dreams are of you. Dangerous creature and beautiful victim. My sustenance and my devourer. The tear in my eye, and the moisture between my legs. My angel of darkness. My favorite plaything. My Pet. My One.

In my dream, I find you in a room made soft by the gathering but incomplete darkness. A candle makes a small hole in it here. There, the glow from the fireplace creates a larger one. At the edge of that pool of orange light, you kneel.

Your raven hair spills down your back in a loose braid. You are nude except for a pair of black panties, and a simple black leather collar around your neck. The gentle curves of your body throw darker shadows against the twilight walls of the room. You are black hair, black leather, black cotton, against white skin… Darkness against the light. 

Your breathing is slow and deep, and your eyes are heavy as you stare into the low flames in the fireplace. Although you think I am asleep, you kneel in the pose I have taught you. You do so without thinking, because it pleases me. Your posture is perfect. Not so much as a finger is out of place. It has become habit. It has become second nature. You stare into the flames. Your face is peaceful and contemplative, your breathing is slow, and deep.

Why? What are you thinking…? Why can’t I reach your mind…? Take it in my hands, hold it to my heart, and taste your thoughts and emotions. The irregularity of this troubles me. It causes me to turn, and threatens to rouse me from my sleep.

Sleep.

I cannot reach your mind because I am asleep. Because this is a dream.

Sleep.

In my dream, you are thinking of the day, but only in the sense of reflection. Meditation. Relaxation. You have put me to sleep with your usual dedication, ministering to my needs in complete devotion and perfect love… Making love to me until I am exhausted and then lying close with me until I am deeply asleep. Putting my needs, my desires, my demands before your own, and leaving yourself filled with energy you cannot release. You cannot release it because it is not your own. Your energies belong to me, and I have not told you that you may spend them. Particularly in my absence. And I am asleep. You collect the energies from the far places of your body, collect them, condense them, distill them, and control them… Saving them for me, to use as I see fit. 

You instill in yourself peace and calm. You use methods that I have taught you, and you use methods you have learned in other times and places, as well. You breathe deeply, slowly. You stare into the flames. You spread your mind and consciousness to fill the space around you, but you do not feel or hear or sense my approach.

I can tell that you are tired. I can feel it in you. I can almost feel your emotions… I can almost taste your thoughts. I can tell that you are deep in meditation… Otherwise you would hear me. Otherwise you would feel me. Sense my proximity like the electricity in the air before a storm. Your skin would tingle and the fine hairs on your body would stand in anticipation.

Even knowing you cannot sense me, I move like a cat. As slow as stone and as silent as shadow. Eternity passes as I move myself… Minutely closer, minutely closer. I can smell your skin and hair. Eternity passes… Closer, closer. I can feel the warmth of your skin. Eternity.

I reach out to you first with my mind. I do not want to startle you from your meditations… Nothing as solid as a hand or kiss. Emotions I let touch you instead… Love. I love you very deeply. Pride. I am more proud of you than you know. Desire. I cannot think of you without wanting you.

Then… Once you are aware… Once you can feel me near as I can feel you… As gentle and warm as a summer breeze, my hand finds your shoulder, and I whisper to you.

“Come to me. What you began before is only half done. I’m hungry for your touch. You have fed, now you must feed me. Come to bed.”

It is afternoon… You are away from home, and I am asleep. In my dream, I touch you gently as I bring you to bed. Come home to me, so I can finish my dream.

To Plant The Seeds of Love



Emma caught her reflection in the store window as she passed. Tall and curvy, she looked like an Amazon gone gypsy. At least that was her impression of herself. She stopped for a moment and surveyed the image staring back at her. Tall, she stood a little over five ten in her bare feet. Her flat sandals kept her there now. Like many Washington natives, her skin eschewed all traces of sun baked color, preferring instead to remain creamy, milk white. Her eyes, a pale jade in color, took in the heavy mane of copper and gold curls that fell to her waist. More trouble than it was worth most times, she generally just left it down and called it good. She ran her hands over her hips and eyed them critically. In times of androgynous models and pre-pubescent beauties, her full curves were nowhere near fashionable. Even less so were the full, ripe breasts that strained every shirt she owned and never seemed to want to stay hidden. 

Today, in honor of earth day, she had put on her favorite silk skirt. Her best friend had hand painted it for her in shades of water and air with brilliant swirls of ocean blue, sparkling silvers and every shade in between. Emma had topped this with a simple, emerald green camisole and her favorite sparkling beads. With lace up sandals and a jingling coin belt, she could indeed have stepped out of some exotic, Romanian countryside with a tambourine in one hand and a wicked dagger in the other. Shaking her head at the fanciful image, Emma moved on and made her way to the celebration happening just down the street from where she stood.

Emma raised her face to the cool, golden sunlight of early spring. Its gentle warmth was like a lover's caress on her cheeks and lips. Breathing deeply, she took in the combined scents of wet, verdant grass, freshly turned soil and cherry blossoms. All around her, Mother Nature used a free hand with her palette of colors. Green pine trees swayed against a sky so crystalline blue it made you want to laugh aloud. Birds were decked in their feathery finest, flashes of blue jay, oriole and humming bird rainbows decorating branches like precious jewels. All in all, Earth Day could not have chosen a lovelier way to welcome its celebrants.

Today was March 20th. It was a most special day indeed. Pulling out her notes, Emma looked at the scribbles she'd jotted down on the way out of the house. Today was the day that the sun would at a precise moment in time, announce astronomical mid-spring in the Northern Hemisphere, and astronomical mid-autumn in the South Hemisphere. In other words, the center of the sun would be directly above the Earth's Equator for a few brief, magical moments. That time, she noted upon checking her watch, was less than an hour from now.

Joining the comfortable flow of people that was slowly filtering into the celebration, Emma enjoyed the companionable press of warm bodies and multiple scents. Voices high and low rose and fell around her. Bits of conversation, snatches of musical foreign languages, these all combined in a delightful orchestra of sound.

Soon, she was laughing and applauding with the rest of the crowd as the Parade Of Species wound by. From the exotic to the playful, the endangered to the more common, all were represented in some creative way as people showcased their favorite animals. Next came floats decked in various Earth Day themes. From a very round little mother earth sitting in a rocker knitting leaf garlands to miniature earth ship homes and beyond, one by one the amazing creations passed by. 

Checking her watch again, Emma decided to wander a bit further out and celebrate the Equinox in her own, more private way. Less than a fifteen minute stroll away, there was a peaceful Wildlife Sanctuary where multiple paths curved around the acreage in sensual abandon. There were many private grottos where one could sit and meditate while being serenaded by the bountiful array of creatures that called the area home. Before she knew it, the gate was in front of her and Emma was stepping through with light steps and a carefree smile. Only twenty minutes to Equinox. That would leave her plenty of time to find the perfect spot to celebrate.

There! A small clearing with soft, green grass, a small pond and trees looming all around in protective majesty; this was where she would welcome the season. Sunlight dappled the ground and the water like exotic lace and a small family of warblers rejoiced with full throated song. Emma moved quietly and slowly so as not to disturb the impromptu concerto then sank to the ground by the pond and stretched out flat on her back. Sun warmed earth soaked into her skin and luscious breezes played like lover's fingers over her body and through her hair. Emma let herself drift into a state between here and there, a special place she called her own that existed between the Now and Then. Her body began to register the movement of the sun as it drew ever closer to its Equinox positioning. But what was this? Distantly her conscious mind registered the shift in energy and place as her subconscious reached out instinctively to embrace it. Time lost its meaning and place became irrelevant as her entire being shifted with the Equinox into a new Time and Place. After a moment or two, Emma opened her eyes and sat up. She appeared to be in the same place but she felt different. She felt 'Other'. Looking down she saw coils of vines winding along her wrists and arms like loving jewelry. She was clad in leaves and flowers, most of her skin beautifully and naturally bare to the elements. Even her breasts were rising full and proud from between the garlands of flowers she wore. Her tight, dark little nipples the same shade as the deep pink flowers that caressed them. 

Emma stood and stretched, she imagined that this was how the trees must feel in spring when their sap became warm and liquid once again; coursing through their branches, rushing to their roots and bearing life and fertility in its path. There was no way for her to deny the fullness of her aroused body or the liquid heat that had gathered in between her legs. She felt...alive....powerful, like the ultimate manifestation of all that Woman could be. 

A sound from behind her had her whirling in startlement. She shivered as the silken strands of her hair flew about her sensitive skin. It was the vision that greeted her however, that had her body waking to a volcanic state of lust that nearly brought her to her knees.

Tall, well over six feet, this man, this breathtaking being was gliding towards her with all the leashed intensity of a panther on the prowl. Muscles glided and bunched in erotic display, his broad shoulders and proud head were signaling that here was an Alpha Male to be reckoned with. At first, Emma thought his hair was blue, but it was only that the silken stuff was so ebon black that it glowed with an electric sheen of blue under the spring sun. Just brushing his shoulders, the riot of waves called for the touch of her fingers. Eyes as blue as the sky overhead caught her gaze and challenged her to try and run from him. As he saw her moment of indecision, full lips that cried out for savage kisses curled in a sensual grin. His scent came to her on the breeze. Emma caught traces of rain and cool, clean male. A light musk that surely was born of his arousal underlay those scents and had her body loosening and becoming even more damp.

Before Emma could even think to move, he was there in front of her. In that moment, the 'Other' stepped forward in her conscious mind to take control. From a distant place, Emma watched her slender fingers curl into the man's hair, tugging his face down to hers. Her lips parted with need as she prepared for his tongue to invade her warm, wet mouth. Lips met lips and her world exploded into an inferno of need and aching frenzy. Distantly, Emma noted that nothing barred his proudly jutting cock from her soft belly. Warm liquid wept from the head of his cock and made its way down her shivering skin to her belly button, where it lightly pooled. 

His lips and teeth tore at her mouth in demanding hunger. Nips of sharp pleasure pain caused her to cry out, her moans of need being greedily swallowed by his relentless mouth. His tongue penetrated her soft lips and dueled with hers, while further down, her second, neglected mouth flushed with demand and a clenching, urgent need. Lowering her to the ground, the man, (if such he could be called), pinned her hands above her head. Ropes of what looked to be solid clouds of white appeared and he bound her to the tree just behind her. As soft and ethereal as they looked, no matter how she tried, they stubbornly denied her freedom. Resting back on his knees, powerful thighs roped with muscle easily bore the weight of his massive body. The man studied her from head to toe. Every spot his eyes stopped at felt like an intimate caress. Her lips softened and parted on a sigh as his gaze touched there first. Next, his eyes found her breasts, pale and full; her nipples puckered and darkened even further as her arousal rushed blood to the sensitive buds. They begged wordlessly for attention and he was all too happy to give it. 

Lowering his head, warm lips enveloped her nipple, trapping a few flower petals in his mouth along with the sweet flesh; he alternated deep sucks of his mouth and soft caresses of tongue and flower. Moaning with a primal kind of need, Emma/Other arched her back and pushed deeper into his mouth, demanding more. With sharp, quick nips he complied and chastised her impatience at the same time. Moving very deliberately, he captured the other nipple and did the same, the long, warm fingers of his hand rolling the wet aroused nipple he'd just left to painful levels of stimulation. Not content with this, his lips wandered down feathering warm kisses and hot love bites over her stomach, stopping briefly to lap up the pre-cum from his own hardened shaft that had gathered in her belly button. Emma could feel her breath freeze in her lungs as waves of pleasure rose from the stabbing of his tongue into the small indentation over and over again. Moving once more, he licked, nipped and suckled her softly curved hips, her silky, parted thighs and the creases where her scent lay strong and musky. Emma could feel the 'Other' smiling in anticipation as he worked closer and closer to that part of her that was shamelessly thrusting at his face, mutely demanding his deepest intimacy.

Meeting Emma's gaze again, the man slowly lowered his mouth and took a long, slow lick of the wet little slit that oozed the liquid of her desire. She watched as his eyes darkened to indigo at his first taste of her. With a growl that raised goose bumps over her skin, he plunged his head down into her pussy and thrust his tongue, once...twice...three times into the moist channel he'd found. Screams of pleasure tore from Emma's throat as his tongue circled the swollen, crimson bud where her desire centered. His lips pursed around it, sucking it deeply and powerfully as his tongue flitted over it again and again. Emma whispered soft, hoarse pleas as her body rushed towards a blinding orgasm. Her toes curled and dug into the soft loam beneath them, her nails clawed at the warm bark of the tree he'd bound her to. Blind to all but the sight of his dark head buried between her thighs, Emma felt herself convulse against him. Urgent, shuddering pulses of pleasure pushed more sweet liquid out and he lapped it all up greedily. Gently he nursed her along into the more gentle waves of aftershocks that finally subsided to random pulses. 

Leaning back once more, Emma watched as his large, powerful hand wrapped around the hard demand of his cock. Her mouth began to water and she licked her lips as she imagined what such velvet heat and steel might feel like...taste like in her mouth. Another wicked grin let her know that once again he'd read her desires. Moving up her body, he stopped and fed the flushed, plum colored head into her waiting mouth. With greedy sucks and long licks, Emma explored every inch of him. Her tongue pressed with urgent demand against the sensitive vein on the bottom of his shaft. She watched as his eyes drifted closed, the dark crescent of his lashes shadowing his cheekbones. He thrust slowly into her mouth now, no longer content to let her play. His powerful hips drove him deep into her mouth, over her tongue and into the back of her throat. Deep groans of male need and satisfaction rumbled out of him, increasing her efforts and willingness to pleasure him. He surged into her faster, long, hard strokes that had her gasping for breath. His balls tightened against her face and she knew her lover was so close to completing. 

With another moan he pulled out of her mouth and drew several deep breaths to regain control of his body. Reaching above her head he undid the cloudy shackles, leaving them to float lightly in place for a moment. He gave her no chance to reach for him though. Quickly, he bent, drew her to her feet and turned her slightly. There stood a broad stump, its top worn smooth from the elements. Putting her on her knees, he drew her arms around to embrace the rough bark of the stump, once again using the pale manacles to secure her. Pushing the riotous waves of her now leaf green hair to the side, he began to place kisses along her spine, rubbing his fingers slowly up and down her exposed sex. Soon she was wild with need again, all but sexing herself on the methodical strokes and thrusts of his hand.

Then, the fingers were gone. Instead, the broad, hot head of his cock was nudging at her entrance, pushing, separating and spreading the pink lips of her needy lower mouth. Teasing for a moment or two more he suddenly thrust home hard and deep, seating himself to the very end of his shaft, deep inside of her. A scream of sheer pleasure filled the glade as he began to thrust in and out of her with long, deep strokes. His speed went from hard, fast thrusts to long, slow strokes that hit the very wall of her cervix. Once again Emma/Other felt that curling wave of heat start. Her walls clamped down hard on him in their own, primitive rhythm, forcing him to fight her body to withdraw and thrust. She could feel him swell inside her, filling her even more as he prepared to spill his seed deep into her womb. Listening to each other's bodies, reading the signals of arousal, they timed their releases to come at the same instant. Just as his hot semen jetted out to fill her body, Emma's pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every precious drop. She laughed aloud in pleasure as his teeth sank into the back of her neck, marking her...claiming his dominance over her. He rocked into her body with each release of his seed and she received him each time eagerly. All too soon though, the waves ebbed and the pleasure receded like the ocean tide. Gently, slowly the man withdrew from her trembling body. He loosed the cloudy manacles and carefully picked her up in his arms, cradling her in safety, her head lolling into his shoulder. Emma/Other smiled as the scent of their sex filled her nose. Looking up she caught the same pleased smile on her lover's face. 

Step by step he walked them into the cool, cleansing waters of the pond, gently ministering to her body and cleaning her thoroughly. When he was done she returned the favor, using the time to explore and learn his body completely all over again. Such touches led to more love play both in the water and out of it. They sated their other appetites on fresh berries and mushrooms that grew in abundance around them. Soon though, dusk began to ease into the sun's domain and the sky turned from radiant blue to deeper indigo and purple as night fell. Looking into her lover's eyes, she watched as the color shifted along with the sky. He leaned down, gently placing a kiss on each eyelid; softly closing them, then dropped one soft, lingering kiss on her lips. When she opened her eyes, her lover was gone and she was once again in her silk skirt and cami. A voice as timeless as the earth and as dark as the good, fertile loam echoed in her mind, "Thank you child for the gift of your passion and the sharing of your body. My greatest gift is yours in return." Then, the Other too was gone from her and she was left, just Emma, standing alone in a moon lit clearing. As she made her way through the silvered paths and shadowed grottos, Emma thought about all that had happened to her that day. Inside, where her intuition lived, the knowledge of what had passed came to light. 

Mother Earth had needed the comfort of her Consort's body, and so had found Emma a good and willing receptacle for Her spirit. Father Sky found Emma pleasing to the eye and beautiful to the touch. So had the consummation older than time taken place in the time of the Equinox. Smiling, Emma once again merged with the dwindling crowd. This time, happy exhaustion brought an air of peaceful quiet to most as parents carried sleeping children and lovers walked quietly hand in hand. Driving home that night, Emma realized that she had been blessed in a way few mortals ever experienced, in quiet joy she sent her heartfelt thanks out to the two lovers who'd shared themselves with her that day.

NINE AND A HALF MONTHS LATER:

Angry wails sounded in the birthing room as first one, and then another struggling child was pulled from their mother's body. A good sized, healthy boy was laid on Emma's chest to warm up and nuzzle for milk that he could sense was nearby. Moments later, a delicate, lovely girl child was laid down as well. Everyone commented later about the unusual children. Many wondered over the eyes of the boy that were like crystalline blue skies. Others still spoke in hushed voices about the ethereal little girl with the pink, flower petal birthmark on the right side of her chest, almost crowning her tiny nipple. Special, was what they all agreed these children would be. Only Emma, who smiled and listened patiently, knew the truth of the matter. These two babies were the seeds of a new generation. Two seeds, planted with love and blessed with their parent's elements, they would grow to be the signs of new hope in a world that was ready to bloom once more.



To Play the Whore



When Professor Alan Gibson finally retired as head of the School of Philosophy – years after some members of the staff thought he should have retired – it was clear who was going to replace him.

The dead hand of the past still lay heavy on the faculty, and the dead hand said that although in theory it was the senior members of staff who chose those who would fill vacancies, in practice it was the one to whom the head of the faculty gave the nod who got the job. Gibson had given the nod to Dr. Jarvis Dodd, the "Associate Head" of the faculty. 

Also known to all was the fact that "Associate" was a euphemism for "Assistant," and Gibson had ruled the School of Philosophy with an iron hand for many years; and so it was Jarvis Dodd, at the age of forty eight, a confirmed bachelor, who replaced Gibson.

This was not a popular appointment, because whereas Gibson had been blunt to the point of rudeness, at least the staff knew where they stood with him. Dodd was the contemporary version of the iron fist in the velvet glove type, the "touchy-feely type, softly spoken, all smiles and concern when addressing his victim, but always with his own best interests at heart, and determined that his own wishes would in the end prevail. 

His staff had a metaphor for his dealings with them, "It's only after you've left him that you feel the blood dripping down your back."

Of course as Dodd moved up to the top his previous position as Associate became vacant. This was filled by an elderly, but compliant member of staff, Arthur Ruff, whom Dodd knew he could count on for unwavering obedience. 

Two years after his appointment Ruff, from Dodd's point of view very inconveniently, died, leaving the position of "Associate Professor" vacant.

To fill the vacancy due form was followed. The position was widely advertised in universities around the world and in the end there were thirty applications. These, on the basis academic qualifications, known reputations, papers and books published, were at first reduced to seven possible candidates. After interviews the number was reduced to three, two already on the staff of the faculty and one outsider. 

Of the three one was Dr. Jacob Glen; forty four years of age, married to a darkly attractive woman, Ita, with two children now grown up and away from home. Glen had been a tutor and lecturer in the faculty for fourteen years. He had been a brilliant student, and written a number of well received papers and a book entitled, "The Crisis of Identity." Apart from a brief period after he first graduated when he travelled overseas, his working life had been within the faculty. Ita, a woman very keenly aware of social status, strongly supported Glen in his application, believing that if he gained the position their income, social status and circle of friends would be enhanced.

Dr. Jason Raven was the youngest of the candidates at age thirty two, had recently married Karma the editor of a magazine, "The Historical Review." Like Glen he had been a graduate of the faculty and after graduation had spent some time working for the Historical Review, editing those articles that had a philosophical as well as historical content. 

It had seemed almost inevitable that this good looking and personable young man should marry the acknowledged beauty, Karma McEwen. It was after his marriage that he returned to the faculty, first as tutor and then as tutor/lecturer. He had written several notable papers and was in the process of writing a book, "The Problem of Post-Modernism."

The Ravens had recently bought a house on the outskirts of the city and in doing so had stretched their finances close to breaking point. In addition they wanted to start a family, but knew this would be unwise until they got their debts under control. If Jason got the position it would mean a considerable increase in salary, and so from that point of view he needed the job more than the other two. 

The third candidate, the outsider, was Dr. Gerald Parsons. Aged forty nine and unmarried, he had travelled widely, working in a number of universities: Sydney, Hong Kong, Mumbai and Moscow. His book on the philosophy of Emmanuel Kant had, in terms of academia, been a best seller.

The staff members were somewhat tense about the outcome, especially as Dodd had so far not given the nod to any of the candidates, but of the three they thought that Jacob Glen would be the most likely winner since it was thought that he would be the least threat to Dodd. 

There was one final interview to go, after which the name of the successful candidate would be announced, and that interview was two weeks away when Jarvis Dodd decided to hold one of his staff and family "get togethers," as he called them. The staff cynically referred to them as, "Dodd's Love-ins."

From the staff point of view these gatherings were Dodd's way of keeping an eye on his staff and picking up any subversive gossip that might be floating around. It also served the purpose of getting to know the wives, or in some cases, the husbands, of his staff, and woe betide any member of staff who failed to attend.

On this occasion another reason for holding the gathering was probably that Dodd was enjoying the suspense that his failure to indicate which candidate he favoured had created, and he loved to gloat.

* * * * * * * *

The get togethers were normally dull affairs with the staff members talking philosophical shop for want of any other topics of interest. Wives and husbands, not members of the staff, did the best they could, getting together in groups to talk about babies, the terrible increase in prices, what they had bought recently, or if it was still light enough they wandered into the rather magnificent garden, kept in superb order by university employed gardeners. 

On this occasion however there was something to distract them for a while. Jason Raven has so far not introduced Karma to any of his colleagues, and as Jason and Karma made their entrance the cheap white wine inspired chatter descended to a whisper.

The main response on seeing the beautiful Karma was jealousy: on the part of the men, jealousy that Jason should have gained such an attractive bride, and on the women's part jealousy of her beauty and anger that their menfolk were paying Karma so much obviously salacious attention.

Jason introduced Karma to Dodd, and for his part Dodd was polite but apparently unaffected by Karma's looks. 

With a gesture that took in the company he said, "Welcome my dear, to our little family," and after a few more words to her he turned his attention elsewhere. 

During the course of the evening if anyone noticed that Dodd and Ita Glen were absent from the gathering for half an hour they said nothing. First Ita reappeared her clothing looking a little dishevelled and her face flushed. When Dodd, a few minute later, made his appearance he had a rather contended look and was in an unusually cheerful mood. Again if anyone, including Ita's husband, Jacob Glen, made any connection, nothing was said.

When the gathering began to disperse Dodd was again polite to Karma, but nothing more. On the way home Karma said to Jason, "I don't think your Professor Dodd likes me very much."

Jason laughed and said, "I don't think he likes anybody very much, but he knows how to be affable when his self interest is involved.

From Karma's perspective Jason's colleagues, on the whole, seemed a dreary lot, and yet Jason did not seem to be of that ilk. 

The next day was Saturday and Jason and Karma set about establishing a garden in their new home. During the course of the day Karma questioned Jason about his hopes for the Associate Professorship and why he seemed to want it so badly. 

Jason pointed out that philosophy was what he had been trained for and the Associate's job would give them an increased income; he would be the youngest Associate Professor the university had ever had, and it would open up opportunities in other universities, perhaps even the headship of a philosophy faculty. He added that it would be for both of them and their future.

"Of course," he said, "I don't really give myself much chance."

Surprised, Karma asked, "Why, you're well qualified?"

Jason shrugged and said, "Qualifications are not the most important thing in this game, it's how well you get on with Dodd. I've upset him a few times, especially over my paper on "Hegel in the Philosophy of Karl Marx." I ran it past Dodd and he criticised it so much I almost didn't submit it to the journals. When I did submit it and it got accepted, it drew very favourable comments and Dodd didn't like that one bit, and so I think I'm running third in this race."

"You really do want this job, don't you Jason?" Karma asked.

"Yes, more than I ever wanted anything before, except getting married to you he added hastily."

Still in the early stages of their marriage Jason's last remark led quite naturally to them suspending gardening for a couple of hours and going to bed to make love.

* * * * * * * * 

Monday dawned a fine day. Jason didn't usually go to the university on Mondays but having some research to do in the library he left home at around nine o'clock, saying he would be home about mid afternoon.

Being a fine day, Karma, having some papers to read for The Historical Review went into the embryonic garden, and settling herself in a garden chair she commenced reading. An article submitted on "The Gentry during the Tudor Reign" proved to be very hard going. Karma referred to these sorts of articles as "sleep makers," and as if to prove the point, around eleven o'clock she started to doze off. 

She was jerked awake by the sound of a car pulling into the drive. She hadn't been expecting anyone and was surprised when she saw Professor Dodd get out of the car and start to walk towards her over the somewhat disreputable looking garden. 

Puzzled she rose to meet him; they shook hands and smiling Dodd said, "I happened to be in the neighbourhood and thought I'd like to have a look at your new house."

Karma laughed and said, "Well you won't get a very good impression from the garden, we've only just started on that, would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

"That would be excellent my dear," Dodd said.

Karma gathered her papers and said, "Then we'd better go inside and you can have a look at the house professor." 

"Oh please," Dodd said warmly, "Jarvis. We might have to keep up the formalities around the university, but socially...may I call you Karma?"

"Yes....yes of course," Karma replied, puzzled that this seemingly agreeable man had such a reputation for being disagreeable. 

"I like to keep in touch socially with my little family," Dodd added. 

It took Karma a few moments to realise that Dodd meant the faculty staff.

"I'll show you over the place while the coffee is percolating," she said.

Dodd duly admired the house, furnishings and décor and they returned to the kitchen for coffee. Karma was going to carry the coffee into the lounge, but Dodd said he preferred the informality of the kitchen, and so they sat at the kitchen table. 

"Really, you have a very pleasant place here," Dodd said.

Karma smiled and said "Yes, and a very expensive place I'm afraid."

"Yes, I can see that," Dodd said. "I suppose that if Jason got the position of Associate it would make a considerable difference – financially I mean?"

"Yes, it would make a difference," Karma said wistfully.

"I take it Jason is very keen to get the job?"

"Oh yes very keen," Karma said enthusiastically.

"Of course it would mean a lot of added responsibility...I...er...take it that he has your support?"

"Oh yes, very much so," Karma said, but thought "So that's why he's called, he wants to know if I'm backing Jason."

Almost as if Dodd had picked up her thought waves he said, "It is very important for senior members of the faculty to have supportive wives."

Karma hesitated and then said, "I know I shouldn't ask, but does Jason have a chance?"

Dodd smiled and said, "My dear he's got a one in three chance."

"Yes I know, but I meant..."

Dodd sighed and said, "I know what you meant my dear. There are so many factors that go into the mix when it comes to choosing the right person for the position, and it can take so little to tilt the balance one way or the other, if you know what I mean." 

"Yes, I think I know what you mean," Karma said. 

"Of course, Jason gets on well with the rest of the staff and he's immensely popular with the students, an excellent lecturer and...well it would take so little to tilt the balance in his favour."

He paused for a moment and then seemed to go off on another tack.

"I enjoy the good things of life, Karma."

"Yes, I suppose you do," Karma responded, wondering where the conversation was heading. 

"Yes, it's not so much the money and the other perks that go with the job, it's those pleasant moments of intimacy that make life worth living, don't you think?"

"Intimacy?"

"Mmm, you're a woman of the world; you must know how things work; a favour given and a favour returned. As I said, it can take so little to tilt the balance one way or the other; I'm sure you know what I mean."

Karma was beginning to get a glimmer of what Dodd meant, but she failed to see what favour Jason could do Dodd that would, as he put it, "tilt the balance."

She took the chance and said, "What favour could Jason do to...?"

Dodd interrupted, "Not Jason my dear...well, only indirectly."

"Then what...?"

"My dear, I'm sure you're not really so naïve. You're a very beautiful woman and as you say you're supportive of Jason and as I told you, I like the good things of life, so surely you can see how you might smooth the way for him."

Dodd sat back looking at her, an odd smile on his lips.

At last Karma saw what Dodd meant, and for a few moments she was struck dumb, and then recovering from the shock she said, "Are you...are you suggesting that I...I betray Jason with you?"

"Hardly betray, my dear," Dodd said laconically, "The act of a loving and supportive wife to help her husband achieve his ambition; something that no one need ever know about except you and me."

"That's a disgusting suggestion," Karma said angrily. "I'd never dream of doing such a thing."

"Oh dear, I've offended you sense of morality," Dodd said, an edge of sarcasm in his voice. "A pity; such a small sacrifice for such a big gain; just one small sacrifice of virtue and you won't even pay the price for your husband, now what sort of support is that?" 

"The sort of support I hope Jason would understand and appreciate," Karma snapped.

"Well I hope he does understand and appreciate, my dear," Dodd said mildly, "especially if he fails to get the job he so badly wants."

"You wouldn't..." Karma began to say but Dodd cut her off.

"Now, now my dear, I said 'if,' not 'when.' But if your mind is made up..." he shrugged and rose.

"It is made up, and now would you please leave."

Derisively Dodd sang a couple lines from an old music hall song,

"No, no, a thousand times no, "I'd rather die than say yes." 

He laughed and made to leave, but turned and said, "If you should change your mind here's my telephone number, there are twelve days to go before the decision has to be made, and shall we say, Thursday at the latest?" He placed his card on the table and left.

* * * * * * * * 

Karma was outraged. She picked up Dodd's card and was about to tear it and throw it away when she stopped. She could see several scenarios emerging. Her first thought was to tell Jason about Dodd's visit and his suggestion. If she did that Jason would no doubt go and confront Dodd, he might even resort to violence in his anger. If that happened his chance of getting the job would be at an end.

She might tell the university authorities about what had happened, and should Dodd deny her accusation she at least had his card to prove that he had visited her, but what did the card prove? Nothing she realised. She also believed that the authorities might close ranks, and she conjectured that many of them might have things they didn't want revealed and that Dodd knew about, he was that sort of man 

Clearly her refusal to let Dodd enjoy her body had badly damaged Jason's chance of being the preferred candidate but suppose...but suppose what?

Karma put Dodd's card in a drawer of her desk, deciding that she had to give more thought to her future actions, if any.

She said nothing about Dodd's visit to Jason when he returned home. If he failed to get the job he so dearly wanted it might be better if he did not know on what grounds he had lost it; or was it?

Karma was in a moral dilemma. Is it better that the truth be told? What does the fidelity of husband and wife demand? Her mind dwelt on the old saw, "What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve about." 

Of course it wasn't a matter of the eye seeing, but what Jason didn't know about couldn't hurt him. She was fully aware that Jason knew men were easily attracted to her; it was one of his insecurities in relation to her. If he knew about Dodd's suggestion he might think she had played him along and then reaped the consequences. 

These and many other thoughts became a tangle in Karma's mind, and as she sought to untangle one thought began to emerge.

"Suppose, just suppose I gave Dodd what he wants, and if that gave Jason the edge over the other candidates, would it be so bad?" As Dodd had said, "Just one small sacrifice of virtue," was that too great a sacrifice?

Karma considered Dodd. Would it be so difficult, so repugnant? Dodd was a handsome man for his age and she didn't find him physically repulsive and so why not forfeit her virtue just this once in order to secure the job for Jason? In any case she didn't have to enjoy it, merely endure it.

That night for the first time, Karma had to play a game of pretend when Jason made love with her. Even before she had done anything that might be considered as infidelity her marriage was being affected. But then, there is actual physical infidelity and infidelity in the mind. If infidelity in the mind could have this influence on her love making with Jason, then she might as well go the whole way and at least secure a positive outcome for Jason.

By Wednesday she has made up her mind.

* * * * * * * *

Wednesday morning Karma took Dodd's card out of the drawer and rang him. When Dodd answered and Karma announced herself, she could almost hear the purr of satisfaction in his voice.

"Ah, Karma my dear, I've been expecting a call from you, you're an intelligent women and I thought you'd see sense in the end."

Karma almost rang off when she heard the triumph in his voice, but having reached this point she simply said, "All right, I'll do what you want."

"Excellent my dear," Dodd chortled, "When shall we say?"

Karma had hoped to get it over as quickly as possible and suggested the next day, Thursday, but Dodd thought otherwise.

"No my dear, I think Monday, a pleasure delayed is a pleasure more enjoyed when it does take place, yes, Monday, shall we say at one o'clock?" 

"But Jason might be here," Karma objected. 

"No he won't," Dodd responded, "I shall see to it that he's kept busy, there's a lot of student essays to be marked and that should keep him busy until late afternoon. I have a meeting to attend at four thirty, and so that should give us two hours of pleasure, and I can promise you my dear, that you will enjoy it." 

To Karma the last bastion of her virtue seemed to reside in her not enjoying it, but she said nothing of this to Dodd. She would do what he required, and that would be the end of it. 

Dodd seemed to know what Karma had in mind and he said, "Karma my dear, I shall expect full co-operation, no holding back. Do you understand me?




To Play the Whore



"Yes, I understand you," Karma said wearily. "It will be only this once, won't it?"

"Yes Karma, just this once...just this once I shall taste your beauty. As I told you, I want to enjoy the good things of life. Be ready for me my dear, we don't want to waste precious time." 

It was done and Karma knew that to back out now would definitely end Jason's chances. The only things left for her to do was to prepare herself psychologically, and prior to Dodd's arrival be ready physically. She had understood what he wanted when he had said, "Be ready for me my dear."

Her fear now was that Jason would detect that something was affecting her, and the need for her to pretend to orgasm when she and Jason made love became a burden for her. She told herself that once her meeting with Dodd was over things would return to normal in their love making, but it seemed that for Jason things were normal since he failed to detect her acting out an orgasm.

* * * * * * * *  Monday morning Jason left for the university saying that Dodd has asked him to mark a heap of student essays and he would not be home until after five o'clock. So Dodd had arranged to get Jason out of the way.

Throughout the morning Karma tried to concentrate on her work but the thought of what lay ahead kept intervening.

She had told herself repeatedly that she would not enjoy it, she would do what was necessary and no more. She also convinced herself that she was not being really unfaithful, on the contrary she would be doing this for Jason's sake, but when she thought how Jason would react if he knew what she had done, she doubted that he would see it that way. However, there was no chance that he would ever find out and she would have to live with the guilt of infidelity, guilt that she believed would fade with time.

She was unable to eat any lunch and so she took a shower; she would give Dodd no cause for complaint. She told herself that if she could pretend with Jason she could easily pretend with Dodd, she would even fake an orgasm for him.

Dodd had said she must be ready for him, and so she dressed in a very delicate and vaporous negligee, omitting panties and bra. Dodd had said they must not waste precious time, and she took that to mean the minimum of clothing on her part, making access to her body easy for Dodd. She believed that this would have the advantage of getting the whole thing over quickly.

As one o'clock approached Karma was on edge and trembling. She tried to convince herself that Dodd might have changed his mind, but at one minute before one o'clock Dodd rang the doorbell.

She opened the door and Dodd stepped inside, and gazing at her he said, "You really are lovely my dear and I promise you that you will enjoy it as much as me. Now where...?"

Karma had been unable to bring herself to use the marriage bed, instead she had decided on the large divan in her study. Although she and Jason had sometimes used it to make love on, it didn't seem quite as brazen as using the bed. 

Dodd seemed to approve the divan saying, "Well chosen my dear, and now..."

Karma had not been sure what to expect but she thought the most likely sequence would be hurried foreplay and then Dodd ejaculating into her fairly quickly. She was proved wrong.

Dodd took her into his arms and kissed her, at first gently but with growing passion, until his tongue was probing into her mouth. As they kissed he removed her negligee and she was naked in his arms. 

For a moment he stood back, looking at her. "You're so beautiful, so very lovely," he said softly, and sweeping her up into his arms he carried her to the divan and laid her on it. He then commenced undressing. 

Karma, despite her resolve not to be moved by Dodd's foreplay, had been affected by his kiss and his obvious admiration of her body. She felt the first tingling sensation in her clitoris and her vagina preparing itself for his penetration.

When he stood naked before her she could see that he had an athletic and magnificent physique. 

His penis, with its light brown shaft and purple head was already erect, but what surprised – even shocked – her, was the size of his phallus. Jason's penis was, she believed, average size being about six inches in length. Dodd's penis seemed to be at least an inch and a half longer. 

She had always told herself that size didn't matter, but at the sight of Dodd's erection she began to think otherwise; she even began to fear that it would hurt her. 

Dodd joined her on the divan and kissed her again, long and tongue probingly as his hand sought and found one of her breasts. Karma struggled against responding to him, but it was a losing battle. Her tongue was tangling and meshing with his, and his gentle caressing of her breast rendered all resistance useless; she wanted him. He was looking at the heart-breakingly gorgeous swell of her breasts, and his fingers began to toy with one of her pink nipples, now swollen with desire. She longed for him to suck it and she placed her hand under her other breast and extend its nipple towards him. He leaned over her and taking it into his mouth sucked and licked, at times taking in as much of her breast as he could.

He transferred his mouth to the other nipple and she felt his hand move down her body, stroking, until it reached her genitals. His fingers probed for and found the entrance to her vagina, and he commenced a two finger, rhythmic stimulation. It was hardly needed since her vagina was already flooded and ready for him. 

The world that had seemed so dull and grey to her since she had agreed to let him have her, was now transformed into a world of brilliant light and colour. She was all female responding to his all maleness. 

Now he relinquished her breast and knelt between her thighs. He drew her legs over his shoulders and her genitals were exposed to him. She placed her hands behind his head and drew it to her, "Yes...yes..." she whimpered, and his tongue was in her, at first probing into the depth of her female mystery but soon seeking and finding her clitoris. 

She emitted a low cry as she felt his tongue start to circle that sweet protuberance and she felt her first orgasm taking her in its cruel relentless grip. She jerked herself against him with short jabbing movements as his arms enfolded her thighs to keep her in contact with him. 

"Yes...yes..." she cried out, "don't stop...don't stop...oh...oh...oh God oh God...aaah..."

Her orgasm speared through her in agonisingly exquisite spasms as she writhed under his inexorable stimulation, until at last she was descending from the peak to breast heaving breathlessness.

He was ready now to take her but Karma had retained one last hold on normality. When she and Jason had first engaged in sex she had used the contraceptive pill but this had an adverse effect on her. A variety of pills had been tried, but without success, and so Jason always used a condom.

Now, as Dodd prepared to enter her she reached under a cushion and drew out a condom that she had placed there in anticipation. Seeing it Dodd took it from her and dropped it on the floor.

"Oh no my dear," he said, "au natural or nothing."

"But you might make me pregnant," Karma protested.

"Then that makes it all the more exciting," he replied.

The head of his penis was now poised against the entrance to her vagina and Karma had no will to resist. "I must have him...I must have him..." seemed to beat in her brain.

He was pressing into her and she held her breath, anticipating the pain she might feel as his large organ entered her. There was no pain as her tunnel expanded to receive him, and then cling round his length, gripping it spasmodically.

He moved in her, slowly at first but with increasing speed as his testes prepared to release his seed into her. Under his relentless thrusts Karma sobbed and cried out, "I'm coming...I'm coming...come with me....put it in me...deep...deep...deeper...I...I...oh....ow...oh yes...oh...ah...ah...ohaaaaa..." 

With one hand at the base of her neck and the other under her buttocks he thrust in deep, the head of his penis pressing against he top of her vagina, dragging her on to him and with a low moan released his sperm into her. 

Deep...deep it went into her as for a few moment he held her tightly to him, and then he was moving again, groaning softly with each expulsion of his semen, and Karma was lost in some world that combined piercing agony with wild elation.

It was over and they lay still locked together, breathing heavily. Dodd looked down at her one hand stroking her breasts; he smiled and said, "There, I said you would enjoy it."

"Enjoy" was a vast understatement as far as Karma was concerned. It had been a sexual experience such as she had never known before. She looked up at Dodd and whispered, "Have we time for more?"

"Oh yes," he replied, "but first..." He withdrew his penis from her and moved into the 69 position. The head of his slack penis brushed her lips; it was coated with their fluids and their mingled smell. Now she did that which she had never done before after sexual intercourse, and took his penis into her mouth and sucked.

Dodd had his tongue in her sperm and female fluid filled tunnel: his penis was growing erect, her body was preparing to give her another orgasm, and then he was ejaculating into her mouth as she, unable to cry out, endured another excruciating orgasm.

It was over, or was it? They lay side by side, Dodd's hand almost casually stroking one of Karma's breasts, while her hand played with his relaxed penis.

"You're wonderful," Dodd said, "I could stay with you all night, but duty calls I'm afraid."

"Once more, just once more," Karma begged as she felt his penis hardening yet again under her stimulation.

"Really," he laughed, "you'd make any man forget his most pressing responsibilities." 

Karma opened her legs wide; he lay between them and penetrated her once again. 

It took some time for both of them to orgasm, and when they had calmed down Dodd got off the bed and said, "Do you mind if I take a shower. Mustn't let the old crocks smell what I've been doing or they might come calling for their share."   

He had his brief shower as Karma lay on the divan, still lost in the wonder of her experience. When Dodd had dressed and was preparing to leave Karma she resumed her negligee and accompanied him to the door. There she clung to him saying, "Don't leave me...don't leave me." 

"I must my dear," Dodd said, "and besides, Jason will be home soon."

The mention of Jason jolted Karma back into the reality of her situation. She had just experience the most overpowering love making she'd ever known and reacting instinctively she said, "You'll come again won't you, you can't just leave me like this...you can't...you mustn't."

Dodd gave her a perfunctory peck on the cheek, and saying, "We'll see my dear," he left her."

* * * * * * * * 

Dodd's sperm had filled her vagina and that combined with her own juices it was now dribbling stickily down her inner thighs and dripping on to the floor. Holding her hand over the entrance to her vagina to prevent further leakage she made her way to the shower. 

Having cleaned out her vagina and removed the smell of their couplings, she had to tackle the study and divan. Foolishly she had failed to put a sheet over the divan and it was now marked by the stains of their sexual fluids. 

She opened the window to remove the smell of sex, and set about trying to get rid of the stains. It was more difficult than she expected especially Dodd's sperm. Fortunately Jason rarely entered her study and so having done the best she could she had to hurry to dress and be ready for Jason's arrival home. 

Normally she looked forward to Jason's homecoming since they often made love soon after, but now she dreaded his arrival. Although she had done what she could to remove all signs of what she'd been doing she felt sure that Jason would only have to look at her to know. Such are the effects of a guilty conscience.

But it was not only the thought that Jason might know, but that he might not know and want sex with her. 

When Jason did arrive home Karma did the best she could and greeted him with what she hoped resembled her usual enthusiasm. This had just the effect she had hoped to avoid, and Jason urged her into the bedroom. It as not the same: Jason's penis was so much smaller, the condom seemed more of a barrier than usual, and there was not the thrill of possible pregnancy.

Karma did not even bother to fake an orgasm this time, and this Jason did comment on. She explained that she'd had a busy and tiring day, and this was not altogether untrue, and Jason accepted it.

The evening proved to be wretched, the conversation stilted and spasmodic as Jason spoke about the terrible essays the students had submitted and Karma spoke about her busy day editing – editing which in fact she had not done.

Over the following days Karma tried to tell herself that what she had done with Dodd was for Jason's sake, but now she did not believe it. It may have begun like that, but once she started with Dodd it had been for her. 

She was beset by fantasies about Dodd coming to see her again and making love with her. For the first time since she first started having sex with Jason she now resorted to masturbation to relieve her overwhelming desire for Dodd. 

In her desperation she rang his office but was told by a haughty secretary that Dr. Dodd was not present. She tried his home number and got an answering machine into which she poured out her need for him until the tape ran out. Dodd failed to return her call.

Karma even thought of going to the university to beg him to come and visit her again, but she could see the foolishness of this since she could easily be recognised and might even run into Jason. 

In a final attempt to see him again she went to his house but received no answer to her frantic bell ringing. 

She could not believe he would not get in touch with her since he had seemed so obviously enthralled with her, and so she conjectured, he must have gone away on some academic business. She even asked Jason if he had seen Dodd recently and Jason shrugged and said, "He hasn't been round lately, thank God," and asked her why she wanted to know.

Karma said she wondered if Dodd had given the nod to any one of the candidates, and Jason said no, he hadn't, and it seemed that Dodd was storing this up until the last moment, just to keep everyone on tenterhooks.

And so the days passed and Karma was constantly on the alert for any contact with Dodd, even hoping he would simply pull into the drive and carry her off to the divan and make love with her. 

* * * * * * * * 

The day for the decision arrived and the three candidates sat, trying to look relaxed but in fact on edge, waiting to be called in the interview room; first, Jacob Glen, followed by Gerald Parker the outside candidate, and then Jason Raven. As each candidate emerged from the interview their faces gave little away, and after all three had been interviewed, there ensued a long pause as the interviewers presumably arrived at their conclusion. 

It was not Dodd who emerged from the interview room to announce the successful candidate, but and ancient staff member who croaked, "The successful candidate is...erm...is Dr. Parker."

Disappointment was clearly written on he faces of Jason and Jacob Glen, but they managed a smile and a word of congratulation for Gerald Parker who was taken almost immediately back into the interview room, not doubt to receive further congratulations. 

It was strange, but Jason, despite his bitter disappointment, felt a sense of relief that it was all over. He told himself that he was still young and there would be other opportunities in the future.

He had nothing further to do at the university that day, and he headed home to tell Karma the disappointing news. Little did he realise what a storm his news would release.

Despite having become sexually obsessed with Dodd, Karma had still retained the belief that Jason would get the job, since, as she saw it, she had virtually earned it for him. After all, that had been the initial reason she had agreed to engage in adultery.

She greeted Jason with a broad smile and waited for him to announce his success; when Jason told her the outcome she at first did not believe him, thinking that he was simply teasing her; when he repeated the news she felt the blood drain from her face and seemed about to faint.

Jason went to her quickly saying, "Darling, it's not that bad, we can survive and there'll be other, perhaps even better, opportunities."

If Karma heard him at all it was as a voice a long way off, as things seemed to swim before her vision and there was a buzzing noise in her head. She had been used and betrayed, and the pleasure she had received during her fucking with Dodd suddenly faded into nothingness. She was humiliated and felt soiled, dirty.

Jason, believing that it was simply the news of his failure to get the job that had shocked Karma sought to comfort her, little realising the depth of her degradation and the fierce anger she felt, and so his comforting availed little.

As Karma slowly recovered from the shock a steely resolve took hold of her, she wanted revenge, but how could she get her revenge without revealing her infidelity?

Doing her best to hide her true feelings from Jason she finally managed to convince him that she was okay. Jason, relieved, accepted her reassurance, little realising what now lurked inside Karma.

* * * * * * * * 

Next day, and Karma still not willing to risk a face to face confrontation with Dodd, she rang him at his office. This time she did get through to him.

When she announced who she was Dodd said, "Ah, Karma my dear, how nice to hear from you."

"You bastard, you filthy rotten bastard," Karma yelled,

Dodd, apparently unmoved by this outburst asked, "Is something wrong my dear?" 

"Is something wrong? You promised me, you said..."

"Promised you what,?" Dodd interrupted calmly.

"You promised me that if I let you have sex with me that Jason would get the job."

There was a pause, and then Dodd said evenly, "You must have mistaken me, I made no such promise. I said that a little pleasurable intimacy between us might tilt the balance in favour of Jason, I did not say he would get the job."

"But....but..." Karma gasped.

"I'm sorry my dear," Dodd continued, "but in the final analysis Dr. Parker proved to be the best qualified for the job. Of course I would have been pleased if it had been Jason but, well, that's the way it goes sometimes."

"You slime, you filth, I did what you wanted, I gave you everything that..."

"Come my dear, you can hardly blame me if you decided to play the whore because you thought it might secure the job for Jason. That was your choice not mine, and don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it because it was obvious you did, my answering machine is evidence of that."

"I'll see you pay for this," Karma snapped viciously, I'll...I'll..."

"You'll what?" Dodd sneered, "tell Jason, report me to the authorities, whichever way you go you'll be shown up for what you are, a slut ready to sell her virtue just like any common prostitute, if you ever had any virtue. How would you like Jason to know what a whore his wife is?"

"I'll...I'll kill you," Karma gasped, "I'll...I'll..."

"I don't think you will my dear," Dodd said, "Why not put it down to experience and just remember the delightful time we had together. Now I really must go because I've got a lecture to give, and oddly the subject is sexual ethics. Goodbye my dear, I'll probably see you again at one of my little gatherings.

Karma was beside herself with frustration and anger, and it was made worse because in part what Dodd had said was true, it had been her choice to sell herself for his favour. 




To Play the Whore



Desire for revenge still burned in her, but it was not she who would wreak that revenge.

* * * * * * * *

Two days after the appointment had been settled Ita Glen stormed into the philosophy building and into Dodd's office. Raised voices where heard and then Dodd came out of his office hustling Ita towards the exit.

It seemed that he got Ita as far as the top of a flight of steps where she struck him; he stepped back and fell down the steps his head hitting the bottom step, killing him.

There was no lack of witnesses to the event and Ita was arrested. At first Ita was charged with murder, but this was reduced to manslaughter. At the trial the truth came out. Dodd had been Ita's lover ever since her husband had applied for the position of Associate Professor, a position she believed he would get as a result of her adultery. 

She was sentenced to five years imprisonment for manslaughter. In prison she gave birth to a child conceived as a result of her sexual relationship with Dodd and was allowed to keep it with her until it was weaned. After that Jacob Glen took the child into his care but divorced Ita. He quietly resigned from his position and is now a lecturer in an overseas university, with, so it is rumoured, every prospect of eventually heading the faculty. 

With a vacancy at the top Dr. Parker stepped in as interim head of the faculty, and was eventually confirmed in the position. Not long after Jason gained the position as Associate that Karma had paid such a price for.

In the meantime Karma had discovered that she was pregnant. There could be no doubt in her mind who the father was, the now dead Dodd. 

At first Jason put it down to a faulty condom but as he thought over Ita's behaviour with Dodd suspicion grew in him. This suspicion became reality when the child was born. The child's eye colouring made it virtually impossible for the child to be his and after insisting that tests be made this proved to be the case. 

Karma then poured out the whole story and at first Jason forgave her, or seemed to forgive her, but it still rankled with him. Their life together became one of bickering and suspicion and finally they divorced.

Now Karma still edits The Historical Review and has the child living with her. People who know her are puzzled by her apparent affluence. Since her salary as an editor is quite modest and clearly would not sustain such a life style, they wonder where she gets the money from. 

Jason is still Associate Professor, but it is said that eventually he will head the faculty. He is married to a rather plain but pleasant woman, no doubt thinking that she was a safer option than another beautiful Karma.



To Please a Woman (with a Man)



Having her perfect ass up in the air, Najica is on all fours on the bed. Dress in nothing but hot sweat, she is playing with her harden nipples as she moan with joy. I slid two of my fingers up her tight wet cunt. Finding it perfectly moist and hot.

Taking my 10 inch hard cock, I slowly push it into Najica cunt and feel the sensation over taking my mind. She moans with joy as I slowly fuck her tight twat. I slap her perfectly shape ass as she moans even louder. Her twat grows tighter and tighter while my cock grows bigger and bigger. Causing intense form of pleasure to build within us.

Before I knew what happen next, Najica came all over my cock. As her cum send intense heat all over my cock, I am losing control and unleash an ocean of cum all inside her cunt.

Our minds fall into an ocean of solace. Brining peace that could last forever.

Laying on top of Najica, I feel my hard cock slipping out of Najica tight twat. Falling on to my side, I stare at Najica untamed beauty.

God, I thought to myself, how I got so lucky to get a woman like Najica?

I would thank God for Najica sweet ass, but I knew it was all me. I played the bad boy, I played hard to get, and I drove her wet cunt insane.

Now, she is all mine.

Before I could kiss her, I felt Najica soft silk hands rubbing my huge cock.

"My birthday is coming up." Najica whisper into my right ear. "And you know what I want this birthday."

I blush to what Najica hand in mind.

"Najica!" I gasp. "I am no fag!"

"So?" Najica said as she lower her head towards my harden tool. "I done plenty of girls and I'm still straight."

Before I could object, I felt Najica tongue playing with my piss hole.

"The answer is still..." I could not finish my sentence for she stuck her pinky up my asshole.

I felt her pinky hit my prostate as she slowly finger fuck my asshole. Then she inserts another finger to intensify the pleasure.

Looking at Najica, I saw she is swallowing my whole cock with great ease. Nothing but Najica hot throat and her tongue.

Hitting my prostate, I feel my asshole throbbing around Najica's fingers. As Najica continues to finger fuck my hole, I feel the pressure starting to build within me.

"Oh..."

I couldn't finish my words.

I shoot my load right into Najica mouth. Swallowing every inch of spunk, Najica crawl right up to me and gave me a deep kiss. I still taste my sweet spunk right on Najica tongue.

"So?" Najica said in a low and seductive voice. "Did that change your mind?"

I thought for a few moments about Najica proposal. Keep Najica happy and have sexual encounters with a guy? Or keep my masculinity and loose Najica?

First option.

"Fine." I told Najica. "But I am tops and that's it!"

Najica gave me a cheerful joy and kiss me deeply.

Najica, and I, are in a porno studio. There are props of all kinds to fill in everyone sick imagination. Luckily for us, the whole place is deserted.

Dress as a police officer, she has hot pants on while wearing a dark blue shirt that shows a major part of her cleavage. God, she looks so sexy.

I am strip naked and oiled in grease. I have a huge erection while walking to my masculine doom.

As we walk to the prop set, Najica is carrying a night stick. She smacks my firm ass with it as she calls me: "prisoner". I can tell she is enjoying this for her nipples are rock hard.

We stop at a jail house. Inside the jail house is a naked blond stud. Now, I may be straight, but I have to admit this guy is hot. I mean I only watch gay porn once, but I had to admit the men were hot.

Opening the gate, Najica push me into the prison. Before I could change my mind, she locks the cage, and put the key in her breast.

"Now," Najica said in her usual husky voice. "you two are going to play nice. I am going to get a few things for your incarceration."

Leaving me alone with this guy, I saw Najica walking away slowly. I stare at her perfect ass as she shakes it right in front of me.

The bitch.

As I am left alone with this total stranger, the stranger walks up to me and puts his hand out.

"Hi," the stranger said. "My name is Jack."

I gave him my name.

"So," I said as I try to break the ice. "What brings you here?"

"I am one of Najica gay friends." Jack said as he took a seat. "I thought this would be a good birthday present for her."

"Oh really." I said, feeling extremely uncomfortable right now. "That is something new."

"What's that?" Jack asks.

"A gay guy performing in front of a woman."

Jack laughs at my statement.

"You don't know how perverted women really are. I am a male stripper and women are completely wild creatures. One time, I went to a bachelorette party and they paid me to fuck one of their boyfriends."

I gasp to the very image.

"It drove them wild." Jack continues. "They were masturbating to the very scene. Of course, the boyfriend got some major dosage of pussy for this. Despite moaning like a bitch in heat when I fucked him."

I felt my head become light as I try not to think about how sore the guy's ass must be.

"Lighten up, dude." I feel Jack's hands on my shoulder. "You're the not the one who is going to be bottom."

Before I could agree, I see Najica standing right in front of the cell. She has an evil smirk on her face knowing that she is about to have the night of her life. In her hands she has two cups of water.

"Alright, prisoners." Najica said in a playful authoritarian voice. "Drink this."

Like obedient dogs, Jack, and I, took our drinks. Without questioning what inside the drinks, we drank it all in one gulp.

With a satisfy look on her face, Najica slips in a bottle of lube into our prison cage.

"Now make my big boy comfortable, bitch." Najica orders Jack.

Before I could object, I felt my body relaxing all of the sudden. I mean, I feel totally at ease right now. As if nothing else matter.

It did not take a genius to know that Najica drugged our water. But I am in no position to argue right now. For I lost all control of thought.

Taking a seat on the wooden chair, I lean back as I feel the relaxation take over me. Getting on his knees, Jack takes hold of my cock and starts to rub it.

"Look..." I said as I feel my cock becoming stiff. "I am not into..."

Jack sticks my huge cock into his mouth. I felt no teeth. Only his hot tongue and throat. As he sucks on my cock, I felt his hot saliva adding pleasure beyond belief. I gasp at how good of a cocksucker he really is. Even better than Najica.

As I enjoy the cocksucking, I see Najica opening her shirt. She is playing with her rock hard nipples as she watches me get my cock sucked. As she loosens her hot pants, she drops it on the floor that exposes her shaven pussy. She started to play with her clit as she licks her lips in a slow and seductive fashion.

I swear. Najica watching me getting a blow job is so hot.

Before I knew it, I cum all over Jack's face. With a smirk, he licks the cum around his lips.

"Did the bitch enjoy that?" Najica asks the Jack.

"Yes, Officer Najica." Jack said as he wipes his face off.

I see another evil smirk on Najica face. Telling me it is time for the main attraction.

"Good." Najica said. "Now lube that tight hole of yours. I want to see some ass fucking tonight."

Getting on all fours, Jack took the lube as start to lube his asshole.

Now, I am NOT gay. But seeing how firm his butt looked made my cock hard again. It reminded me of Najica ass so much.

But for some strange reason I felt super horny. I needed to fuck something and bad. Najica is safety outside with that stupid smirk of hers. And the only hole that is available to me now is this hot queer stud.

Jesus! What is happening to me!

Taking my huge cock, I press the tip of my cock against Jack well lube asshole. It is steaming hot that made me wanted to fuck it even more. Without a moment hesitation, I push my cock into Jack's tight asshole.

The tightness is too much for me. I seen came again into Jack asshole.

"Well..." Najica said as gave me a hateful glare. "I expected a little bit more excitement than that. Fuck him until I say you can stop."

Like an obedient dog, I slowly pull out of Jack asshole. Only to push it back in.

God, it feel so tight in there.

As I push deeper into Jack's asshole, I hit his prostate. The feeling as I rub it against my cock head send a wave of pleasure all across my body. Soon I am speeding up as If fuck Jack asshole.

Slapping against his ass, Jack is moaning like a bitch in heat. He is rubbing his cock as I fuck him like he is the only asshole left in the world.

I turn my head to see Najica is lost in an ocean of pure pleasure. Using the night stick as a dildo, she fucks herself as she rubs her clit. She is moaning with joy as she switch between nipples.

"Fuck him!" Najica moans. "Fuck that bitch until he cums!"

It did not take long for Jack to cum. He shoots a huge load on to the ground as he moans with joy. His asshole tightens up so much that I shoot another load as well.

Najica could not take it anymore. She screams as she cums all over her night stick. She falls on to the ground as she tries to comprehend what she just saw.

"That was hot!" Najica gasps. "That is so much better than the gay porn out there."

Both Jack and I blush to Najica comment.

Taking the keys out, Najica unlocks the cell.

"Alright boys." Najica said with a wink. "You can go now. Jack the payment is in the locker room. You, on the other hand, have your payment right here."

Najica spread her legs to expose her wet pussy.

This just gets better and better.



To Please Another Master



While W/we were getting ready to leave for their house, W/we started playing around.  W/we both were so hot for O/one another.  W/we 
kissed and finished getting ready.  

On O/our way out the door, You grabbed my ass and squeezed it tightly and told me to behave tonight, that You had a surprise for me.  i was wondering what it was. i kept picturing all kinds of stuff and was starting to get a little worried, because You had that look in Your eyes.  i decided to go with the flow and concentrate on U/us and how i was going to please You when W/we got home later that night.  

When W/we arrived at Your friends house, T/they both came to the door.  The first thing i noticed as W/we entered the house, was the girl was naked, and the Master had only a pair of boxer on.  T/they both were smiling as You made the introductions.  You were shaking Your friend Marks’ hand and making small talk, so i said hello to the lady that was there.  She asked me to call her Lexi.  Smiling and feeling completely at ease with her, i said my name was chelle and it was nice to finally get to meet her.  

W/we descended in to the living room and You sat on the couch, You told me to take my dress off and get comfy on Your lap.  I felt a little strange about stripping in front of someone I did not know, but i did as told and pulled my dress off over my head.  Folding it, I laid it over my lap, to try to cover my pussy.  

Nervously, i looked around the living room and noticed a table by the wall with lots of toys out on it. 

You told me to get up that You had something to tell me.  As i got up and stood in front of You, You stood up.  You looked me in the eyes, only to then turn and look at Your friend.  You were both grinning when You told me this night i would please the other Master.  i would do as He told me to.  

i was feeling very anxious with this idea,  because You had never shared me with another.  You cupped my chin in Your hands and reassured me it would be ok and that i would be coming with You that night…….

Mark called my name and pointed to the floor in front of Him telling me to kneel there.  Dropping His boxers He said to suck His cock.  i looked back at You and You nodded.  That little head movement told me to do as i was told; that Mark was my Master for that night. i walked over to Master Mark and knelt in front of Him. i reached for His boxers and slid them all the way off, i took His cock and started to stroke it in my hands.

i could feel Your eyes on me, watching me; knowing that i was nervous, You told me to relax and go with it.  

Pretending it was You i was stroking, i closed my eyes and placed Master Marks cock in my mouth.  i tasted the saltiness on it as i slid my tongue all around it teasing the tip like i do over Your cock.  i took the cock further down my throat, i started sucking harder.  He was thrusting it into my mouth, deeper His cock went in.  my lips could feel His cock getting harder and harder.   all of a sudden He grabbed my head and held it still and He slammed His cock deeper in my throat.  His moans filled the room as His cum hit the back of my throat.  i swallowed all of His hot cum.  

He pulled out of my mouth and winked at You as He demanded me to get down on my hands and knees.  

i dropped to the floor as I was told. Hearing Him walk away, I thought He was done using me; only He came back.  i peeked up at Him from under my hair to find Him standing there holding a cat o 9 tails.  He gently laid it across my back and rubbed it up and down, then He raised it and struck me hard on my back.  i bit my lip feeling the sting.  He kept whipping my back, down lower and lower till He had moved to my ass making it bright red.  When He had finished He rubbed my ass and whispered to me, “your such a good slut”, and walked away, putting His whip in the table.  

He was back and i again felt His hands slide over my ass but this time it went on to caress my wet pussy.  I was still on all fours when He lowered Himself to the floor and i felt His tongue start to lick my pussy, biting my clit.  i was moaning softly when His tongue enter my pussy; dipping it in and out.  He stopped and moved out from under me and grabbed my hips slamming His rock hard cock into my dripping wet pussy.  

Pumping in and out of my hole, thrusting harder and deeper in side of my slick tightness with each penetration.  i closed my eyes and felt the cock swelling in my pussy and i slammed back on to His cock, taking all of Him inside me.  

i peeked over to see if You were watching and saw You eating Lexis’ pussy.  She had Your head in a death grip with Your tongue in her pussy trying to get Your tongue deeper into her.  

A hot flashed washed over me as I got even hornier watching You eat another out.  i was pumping harder on Master Marks cock and i knew i was about to cum;  Master Mark felt it too.  He pulled out of me and slapped me on my ass telling me i was not to cum until He told me i could. 
I whimpered and whispered through pants, Yes Sir.  He again slammed into my pussy, but this time caused me loose my balance.  He pinned my hips to the floor and entering me fully one more time, he told me He was going to cum.  He pulled out of me and came all over my back. 

Oh how i wanted to cum when He pushed me and told me to lie on my back.  
i again peeked over at You and Lexi.  You had changed positions and were now slamming Your cock into Lexis’ mouth.  i could see Your balls slapping her in her chin. 

Master Mark kicked my thighs wide open and settled in between them resting the tip of His cock on the opening of my pussy.  He started to enter me when He bent down and bit one of my nipples.  i screamed through my clenched teeth at the pain.

my pussy started to jerk and i knew i was about to cum, He felt my pussy tighten on His cock, and started slamming harder on my pussy, he told me i could cum on His cock.  i felt my pussy gripping His shaft.  i was pushing my pussy up feeling my juices started to leak out, i was having and orgasm.  

Cumming hard i slammed back on His cock.  He kept pounding into my wet pussy taking all he wanted.  He collapsed on top of me as W/we came down.  Sliding His cock out of me He again slapped my ass and this time told me to clean His cock.  i took His cock in my mouth and started licking all O/our juices off of it; making sure not to miss any.  

Smiling down at me as I finished He told me to go and freshen up in the restroom.

i did as told; cleaning the cum off my pussy, thighs and back. 

i was walking back to the living room when i saw You ass fucking Lexi, holding her hips and taking her.  she was pushing her ass back with each of Your forward thrusts.  You pulled out of her ass just as You started to cum, spraying it all over her ass. 

Master Mark saw me watching and told me to get dressed, then to go and kneel bye the couch.  i did as I was told, and set watching You.  

Smiling up at You as You walked over to me.  You caressed my hair and told me You were really proud of me for all I had done this evening. 

W/we talked for awhile with Master Mark and Lexi till it was time for U/us to go home.  W/we told them they were welcomed to come over and let U/us host them the next time.

W/we left and went home and took a long shower together and went to bed, holding on to O/one another. 

the end



To Please Him



(This is Dedicated to Michael. It's my second submission, but my first in this category. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.) 

I hadn't heard you approach and so the sound of your voice startled me out of my mental wanderings.

"Come here, pet." You'd said. 

Turning to face you I couldn't help but smile up at you. You were so tall next to me, yet we fit well together despite the differences. I hoped you'd kiss me, but knew better than to expect anything. Always full of surprises, I never knew what you'd do next. You reach out and brush my cheek with the palm of your hand and my eyes close with the delicious pleasure your touch brings me. Absently your thumb strokes my lips and I tease the pad with the tip of my tongue. Looking up at you I dare further to draw your thumb into my mouth and suck it gently, working it over with my tongue. You moan softly, the image of your thumb sliding in and out past my lips arousing you considerably more than you already were. I feel your fingers tangle in my long hair and my whole body trembles in response. 

"Present yourself, pet." Your voice reaches my ears through the crashing waves of emotion I'm feeling already. Reluctantly, I release your thumb and slip down to my knees with my feet apart, my ass resting on the heels of my feet and my hands on my thighs. I don't look down. You prefer to always look into my eyes when we are together. You know I enjoy being this open to you and so you demand it of me. 

I want to touch you and for you to touch me. Your smile down at me a cue that permission is given. Stretching upwards my hands slide up the legs of your khaki's and deftly unbuttons and opens your fly. I lean close to you and breathe deeply of your scent and nuzzle against your most private of places. Slipping my hand inside your boxers and stroking you softly before drawing you out. You're already hard and knowing I've aroused you already to this point empowers me. I love to feel the silky texture of your cock in my hand and for a few seconds just enjoy you slipping across my palm. You feel my tongue at the base of your shaft, and then feel it moving up the underside slowly until reaching the ridge around the head. Circling around and across and finally closing my mouth around you. Sucking gently in and out twice and then slipping downwards to take you into my mouth deeper. My left hand is still around the base and as I pull upwards it matches each stroke. Gradually my tempo increases and I know you're enjoying it because I hear your breathing become ragged and your cock swells slightly between my lips. You feel my hand caressing, cradling, and gently kneading your sensitive sac with my fingers. Quickening my strokes and making my lips a tight O around your shaft, I know you're close to an orgasm. Your fingers tangle and tighten in my hair and you begin to thrust into my mouth. Throwing your head backwards you cry out and explode into my mouth. Gulping I swallow mouthfuls of you and still continue to milk you for more, greedily stroking you beyond your climax to drain you completely. 

Finally the last waves of your orgasm subside and I release you gently with a kiss on the purplish head. Sitting back I once more look up at you and wait for further instructions.

"You please me well, pet. "You finally say when the ability to speak returns to you. 

"Thank you, Michael." I answer and give you my brightest smile. 

"Lay on the bed on your back, pet." The command is given and you're already walking over and I realize I've not moved quickly enough. Pushing to my feet I round the bed and quickly climb on top and lay across the middle with my hands dangling off one side and feet off the other. You shed your shirt and pants quickly and stand beside me. Kneeling down beside the bed you press your lips to mine and kiss me passionately. Our tongues dancing against each other, we taste and explore each other's mouths. You caress up both arms and down again to my wrists. Holding them in one of your large hands I feel the silk scarf loop around them. I purr deep in my throat in anticipation of what is to come. 

Standing now, your fingers are gliding over my nipples and rolling them between your thumb and forefinger until their both hard. You lean down and capture the right in your mouth, and sucking as much as you can into your mouth. I am delirious with pleasure and moan loudly. 

"That's it my sweet pet, let me know you're enjoying my touching you." You take the left nipple into your mouth and repeat trying to take all of it. Your fingers are rolling the other nipple, pulling, pinching it relentlessly. I feel my thighs slick now as my excitement increases. My body tenses and I feel that familiar building deep in my body. Your mouth sucking hungrily at my left breast and your hand on the right are driving me crazy. With the ease of a skilled lover you switch to the right and I feel your fingers stroking, tugging, and pinching occasionally slapping gently against the aroused and sensitive skin of my breasts. 

My hips are rolling, trying to complete what you've started in my breasts between my legs. "Please?" I beg in a loud whisper. You chuckle and I feel the bed shift as you lean on one side with your knee. 

"Beg me, pet, beg me to give you release." You give me this command and seconds after I feel your teeth biting into my nipple as you suckle like a babe.

"Michael, please, give me release." I gasp these words out as the combined pleasure and pain in my breasts reach an almost unbearable level. I feel your fingers slip down between the folds of my cunny and graze across my clit. My hips jump off the bed in response and again you chuckle. In an instant you're rubbing your thumb across the hard hood and I see stars before my eyes. I cry out loudly your name and my climax explodes and sweeps through my body in waves. Writhing beneath you I can't keep from shuddering and gasping large gulps of air. You release your lips from my breast and sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching down you free my wrists from the scarf and scoop me up in your arms. Lying back on the bed with me encircled in your arms, you stroke my hair gently as my body comes back down to earth. I lay my head on your chest and close my eyes. I am content, I'd tell you but you know that already. This like so much between us is unspoken yet understood.

"I love you Michael." I whisper. 

You kiss the top of my head affectionately. "Sleep a while, pet, I'm not sated with you yet."